bless him he’s just a babby who deserves hugs / @datumdawning !!
It’s undeniable, that thrumming in his veins and under his skin that sings of the familiarity of insecurity - it churns his stomach and rattles in his bones ( far younger than he feels, an ancient being in a young man’s skin now ) and settles concern under his skin for the fact another is to suffer for it.
Another is to suffer for his transgressions, his sins, through no fault of their own.
An identity crisis, however, while not new, was different in type and figure - and the way he curls in on himself, hands at his head, almost like---- Like he’s trying to make himself smaller -- like a child.
No, maybe that’s not right -- he’s clearly anything but, wiser and maturer than most would give him credit for - even just looking at him, that much is apparent.
Riku’s lips settle, a thin, pale line against his face, brows twitching as if to furrow ; and his hand, subconsciously shifting to press upon another’s shoulder, settles back by his own side.
“You have nothing to apologise for.”
Not a question, not a possibility - a statement, firm but warm.
The Datascape was a fascinating place, most certainly - and it brings him back to how Sora’s always going on about how amazing people are. How their hearts hold so much more inside than anyone could ever imagine.
This is like that---- but made physical, real.
Real. Not just code.
“I don’t really know how to describe what I feel when I see you. But I see a lot more than I could ever hope to be. I see someone who became his own person -- took parts of me and made them what he wanted. We might be similar - but we’re also very different. And that’s not a bad thing.”
