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{{ I am back on this blog. I realized that I really miss Riku’s muse and saw a picture of him pop up on my personal and was like “I miss my child.” So here I am. Sorry for being gone... Personal problems, ya know~? But working on a theme and everything~! Yayyyy! }}
♕–; “Riku-kun! You look more and more grown up every time I see you!” her slender arms envelope her fledgling as she presses her chin against his temple. Both of her eyes close and she happily snuggles him, he’s so cute.
Blankly staring at her, he pondered if he indeed had gotten more mature in appearance, or if was she just complimenting him. "Me? Really? I thought I looked pretty much the same-- thank you though." He gave into the embrace, even making sure he participated and put effort into it to show just how much he missed his big sister.
♕–; “Riku-kun!”
"Saya-nee!"
"I'm here-- It's been awhile."
◤🌹◢ Those dangerous fingers slid down from his chest and throat, slowly moving to circle the slender swell of his waist instead. He breathed, a soft sigh exhaled as his gaze fell aside with an impossible yearning. "You think you can just…separate yourself from your sister? You chose your side, idiot. …but I’m sorry I said you weren’t my friend…’n I’m sorry I choked you.”
Gasping for air, subtle enough to not make the other possibly worry. Taking both his hands to rest upon the smaller teen's, giving a warm smile in return, reassuring him that no damage was inflicted nor did he hold any animosity towards him.
"You were only upset; I understand, I really do. Thank you for apologizing though." Digits snaked their way up to dark tresses, circling a few strands around his finger, chuckling in hopes to brighten up the mood.
♕ –⊱ She hid her smile behind her hand as he fumbled away from her. The Queen bit back a larger laugh. Saya inquired with a tiny grin, “Riku, are you alright?” He seemed flustered but she couldn’t imagine why.
Whining, most definitely, "I am alright, Saya-nee," Seemed she struck a nerve. The young chevalier wasn't irritated, only baffled by the teasing laughter coming from the other. Maybe it had to do with his flushed face, but that was only natural for a teenage boy; although Riku wasn't like most.
◤🌹◢ “Why?” Though his voice was still sharp, the bite of his talons was softened upon the small of that supple spine. He seemed so small, so soft, though he was taller than the little lord. He was so much…weaker. Swallowing thickly, he breathed. "Why would you wanna be my friend when your sister hates me? When I’m standing here saying you aren’t my friend? When are you gonna get it? This can’t happen how you think it can. We can’t be friends. I can’t be your friend. I have to do what Amshel says. I’m a monster. Not a friend.”
"Charles---" Pausing, adjusting himself in a way to somehow get more relaxed, to ease up the struggle of wishing to speak. Other hand swiftly came to loosen the grip, enough to get a clearer voice from him, but the raspiness did not waver.
"That's my sister's feelings; they're not my own. I don't care if you grow to hate me, Charles, but--... you are not a monster. I will always see you as my friend, even if you can or can't be."
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♕ –⊱ How long? How long was he to remain in her arms? She caressed the top of his head. He was to never let go. Soft lips pressed against the top of his forehead and released him. “I guess that’s alright,” she held back a tiny giggle.
The little smooch bestowed upon his exposed forehead was quite flustering. Fleshy cheeks became inflamed, stumbling back only to fight to regain his composure. "G-Good--," He loved the warmth of her embrace and the tenderness of her kisses, but both were overwhelming once combined.
◤🌹◢ In the time that it may haven taken the boy to blink, the slender, porcelain digits of the Chevalier’s only hand had arched, mutated with blackened talons and fingers long enough to encircle his entire frame—which they did. His voice was sharp and cold, his visage mere inches from the taller boy’s within a breath. "Listen here, you optimistic moron. I don’t care how you feel, or what that slut of a sister’s told you. I’m not some animal. You can’t train me. I’m not your pet. I’m not even your friend.”
Silence. Not a peep or even an utterance, only a sorrowful gaze. A stutter, only mumbling out one word, struggling to speak as the claws kept his breath erratic. Fighting the paralyzed state he was currently in, mere shock of being man-handled by someone near and dear, snaking his hand up to tenderly rest on the other's shoulders.
"Y-You aren't an animal--" Taking in every crude term, taking in the sharp pain on his lower back, his light oculars looked directly into his, "I-I--- I may not be your friend, but you are mine, and always will be... regardless if it is one-sided."
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♕ –⊱ Perfect. Creamy fingers entangle with his soft downy hair. That was precisely what the Queen required of her Chevalier. No, that’s what a sister required of her brother. She giggled softly, “There, perfect.”
Still as warm. A relative's embrace could never be outdone, especially one with a strong bond such as theirs, "How long do you want me to stay like this?" Maybe a bit flustered, but it was hard to talk when being clung to, in a pleasant way.
♕ –⊱ “It’s really important. I need a big strong hug. Do you think you can do that?”
"Alright, alright," Before long, lissome appendages securely wrapped awkwardly around the Red Queen, stifling little chuckles.