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Title: and maybe
Author: seetoo
Claim: Riku/Roxas
Characters: Riku, Roxas
Theme Set: Light
Theme: vi. mystery
Disclaimer: Not mine. Weep with me here.
Warnings: RikuRoxas? LAME ENDING
Notes: something borrowed something broken part 5. rather confusing, in an attempty to convery the theme. D:
Riku arrives in the almost-world to find almost-Sora almost waiting for him. It is dangerously close to everything he has ever wanted, but when the blues eyes that lock with his narrow in anger, he remembers. Riku does not get what he wants, because he forfeited that right a long, long time ago.
(thought you died out there in the wild. somewhere on the far side of the world)
He does not attack because this is last time, something tells him, and he wants to remember this- the harsh glare of neon lights, soft susurrations of wind through raindrops, and the subtle scent of darkness. After the sand and sunlight faded from his mind- whether from Naminé’s influence or not- he has learned to observe and to remember. Someone- no one, really- is watching him curiously, because he is only a year or so old, after all, and he’s never seen someone stop before a battle like Riku has.
It’s painfully Sora-esque. Riku thinks about leaving and running and pretending none of this ever happened, but the blond boy speaks and everything changes (again). Who are you why are you here I just want to be somebody- Riku has never had the answers. He never has. A graceful shrug of shoulders and his name rolls of his tongue. Maybe Sora remembers him, and maybe. And maybe.
(because that is all he has ever said)
Roxas.
stop. freeze. shatter. sky.
roxasroxasroxasorasorasoroxas
There is a name to go with the face now, a person who is no longer just Sora’s shadow. Riku couldn’t be happier because now he can pretend that Sora isn’t real and they are strangers meeting for the first time because one of them left his umbrella at home and the other is offering to share.
No one has umbrellas on Destiny Islands, even though it rains, because-
(you’ve forgotten-don’t you remember?)
No one in this city has umbrellas either- because it rains. It is only rain. The rain obscures Riku’s vision as he watches himself (is this dying) let Roxas approach tentatively. The next thing he registers is that the boy tastes like sea-salt ice cream, which is horrible fitting and completely out of place and the boy has a name. Roxas. He moans it and rolls it around his mouth, and memorizes it in every way possible.
Roxas’ lips are soft and pliant against his, though Riku has no real standard of comparison, just the whisper of a memory that isn’t his. Roxas, whose tongue enters his mouth with a certain amount of expertise, Riku notes, has no heart. In every sense of the word- if Ansem the Wise is right, and he always is because he is the Wise. Lucky, lucky not to feel guilt and shame when he walks away from this, to not feel betrayal and rejection.
Roxas is crying, wet and salty and warm-
and it is like something Riku almost knows, somewhere in his almost-memory. He doesn’t need to ask for an explanation.
Because I cannot, cannot love you and everything is wrong because I almost feel-
Author: seetoo
Claim: Riku/Roxas
Characters: Riku, Roxas
Theme Set: Light
Theme: vi. mystery
Disclaimer: Not mine. Weep with me here.
Warnings: RikuRoxas? LAME ENDING
Notes: something borrowed something broken part 5. rather confusing, in an attempty to convery the theme. D:
Riku arrives in the almost-world to find almost-Sora almost waiting for him. It is dangerously close to everything he has ever wanted, but when the blues eyes that lock with his narrow in anger, he remembers. Riku does not get what he wants, because he forfeited that right a long, long time ago.
(thought you died out there in the wild. somewhere on the far side of the world)
He does not attack because this is last time, something tells him, and he wants to remember this- the harsh glare of neon lights, soft susurrations of wind through raindrops, and the subtle scent of darkness. After the sand and sunlight faded from his mind- whether from Naminé’s influence or not- he has learned to observe and to remember. Someone- no one, really- is watching him curiously, because he is only a year or so old, after all, and he’s never seen someone stop before a battle like Riku has.
It’s painfully Sora-esque. Riku thinks about leaving and running and pretending none of this ever happened, but the blond boy speaks and everything changes (again). Who are you why are you here I just want to be somebody- Riku has never had the answers. He never has. A graceful shrug of shoulders and his name rolls of his tongue. Maybe Sora remembers him, and maybe. And maybe.
(because that is all he has ever said)
Roxas.
stop. freeze. shatter. sky.
roxasroxasroxasorasorasoroxas
There is a name to go with the face now, a person who is no longer just Sora’s shadow. Riku couldn’t be happier because now he can pretend that Sora isn’t real and they are strangers meeting for the first time because one of them left his umbrella at home and the other is offering to share.
No one has umbrellas on Destiny Islands, even though it rains, because-
(you’ve forgotten-don’t you remember?)
No one in this city has umbrellas either- because it rains. It is only rain. The rain obscures Riku’s vision as he watches himself (is this dying) let Roxas approach tentatively. The next thing he registers is that the boy tastes like sea-salt ice cream, which is horrible fitting and completely out of place and the boy has a name. Roxas. He moans it and rolls it around his mouth, and memorizes it in every way possible.
Roxas’ lips are soft and pliant against his, though Riku has no real standard of comparison, just the whisper of a memory that isn’t his. Roxas, whose tongue enters his mouth with a certain amount of expertise, Riku notes, has no heart. In every sense of the word- if Ansem the Wise is right, and he always is because he is the Wise. Lucky, lucky not to feel guilt and shame when he walks away from this, to not feel betrayal and rejection.
Roxas is crying, wet and salty and warm-
and it is like something Riku almost knows, somewhere in his almost-memory. He doesn’t need to ask for an explanation.
Because I cannot, cannot love you and everything is wrong because I almost feel-