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︵‿۶ৎ 𝓐‿ "aaaaand that's the last one." of the flowers she decided to add to his hair, that is. sat amidst a field of daisies after a day of exploration and horse-riding, it feels nice to rest, familiarizing herself with all the flora of the land. "you'd make a pretty flower prince, you know." 🍓 a thingamabobs for @dawnled .ᐟ
@dawnled asked:
Having someone walk up to Lightning on the streets of Shibuya with familiarity wasn't unusual - sometimes it was Serah, Fang or Hope, or anyone from that friend group, really - but this is the first time Riku's seen this particular man.
He's not familiar, but he radiates power even Riku can feel from where he stands a few feet away, and though strong, it doesn't feel oppressive - at least, not in his direction.
He must not be hostile, if Lightning is happy to let the two of them stand there idly while she goes to order them drinks and snacks from the café they're standing outside - but that doesn't leave Riku with any more knowledge on what to say or do.
Compared to Snow and the others, though, this man feels---- different, somehow.
"How do you know Lightning?"
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He had made sure to be courteous to the young man accompanying Lightning when he had run into them in Shibuya, the rose haired woman having been easy to spot amongst the crowd and from a distance, Light had thought it was Hope with her, as the other silver haired youth often liked to spend time with the older woman. However, as he had drawn closer, the difference in power became more obvious.
Riku, has he learned the youth’s name was from Lightning as she introduced them, seemed to be a sharp young man – giving the air of someone with boundless courage and strength but also a solemnness to the light that he bore within, like he had lost his way – or perhaps lost something.
Of course, that wasn’t Light’s business to know.
He could feel Riku’s scrutinizing gaze now and again as he walked beside them, making their way to a café that Lightning had offered to treat them to, leaving the two of them alone outside to wait for her after she had taken their orders. It seems that’s when Riku finally decided to speak, though the Warrior was not surprised by the interrogation.
Calm blue eyes shift to meet curious sea greens ones.
“Lightning and I work together.” Light answers simply, while he does not mean to entirely dodge the query, he is not certain just how much the other knows about the work they do as Ghost, as keeping their identities from the public is crucial for them to do their work with ease. While he does sense the same sort of fighting spirit within Riku, one can still never be too cautious.
At least until he knows for certain.
“If I may ask a similar question, Riku, how did you come to know her?”
@dawnled!
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deserves so much love for their continued love + enthusiasm for riku. not to mention stella is just so kind to all their mutuals, i don't think i've ever frowned seeing anything stella has posted, in fact their writing and ooc banter always makes me smile. xox
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🍒 + callmeteor :D
send me 🍒 + a url and i will write some positivity for them.
i'm going to explain a sensation, follow along with me:
i want you to imagine you've had a long day. whether that was a hard day at work, at school, or maybe just one of those days where the second you get out of bed all you want to do is climb right back into bed. you go about your day, you force yourself out and about, maybe tell yourself to smile a little extra because you're just making it through the day. you feel the relief in completing whatever was on your daily agenda, and now you get to tell yourself . . . now i can go home, i can't wait to relax at home.
aster is that wash of relief, aster is that excitement to go home and not have to preform socially or politely. aster is that sense of security that you can go home in a good mood, or go home distraught and that anxiety built in your chest is immediately released upon crossing the threshold.
everyone has made a friend or two in their life, some even make friends where they have the privilege in calling them their best friend. without sharing all the details of my friendship with aster: i have connected with them on a level that far surpasses my understanding of friendships. like i've genuinely found my best friend, someone i don't have to pretend to be, and can simply just relax and feel the comfort in their presence. no judgement, no pressure to preform, that i can just be ari, and they can just be aster.
i truly hope that everyone can find their aster in life, because coming to know aster and be their friend has been one of the most impactful experiences in my entire life. i love you, aster! @callmeteor
12.
@dawnled --- kissing meme ; "sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss."
Sora suppresses the urge to yawn into his fist. It's late, impossibly late, even for the consort soulmate of a vampire, and he'd do just about anything to escape the "social gathering." The entire vibe is tense; there's an undercurrent of stress as predators people meant to be solitary gather to discuss the darker politics of the city. He feels it even in the way Riku's arm is curled so protectively around his waist, in the tightness of the fingers at his hip.
He doesn't complain about being tired and bored, though. He begged Riku to take him along tonight; he absolutely insisted that he wanted to come. He didn't care that it'd be boring. Please, Riku, I want to be there to support you! And, of course, Riku caved under his spoiled determination, as he always has.
It's not like I regret coming, anyway. He reassures himself as he leans further into the cool comfort of his soulmate. It's easier to ignore the sidelong glances and simmering derision at having a "consort" within the extravagance of the ballroom while he's tucked into Riku's side.
Eventually, Sora glances up to take in the profile of his dearly beloved, and, of course, his throat tightens just a little bit at how beautiful the vampire is. He's ethereal in his beauty, even when there's a familiar stoniness to his expression; he hates these functions as much as Sora does. He wonders sleepily if there's something he can do to distract him from the vying for power within the community he barely tolerates.
A thought itches to life in the back of his mind, and bright eyes move to survey the grand hall --- there, right there, it's perfect. A familiar smile, full of mischief, twitches across his lips. In the next moment, he's pulling away from Riku. His fingers catch the vampire's chilled ones with silent insistence, and it's hard to know if Riku follows because he's shocked by the suddenness of Sora's actions or if he's just resigned to all of Sora's playful antics.
The little alcove feels stuffy, almost claustrophobic, but Sora's laughing (giggling, really) as he pushes Riku further into the dimly lit area. He'll blame it on sleep deprivation later.
"I love you."
Three simple words, yet, they carry so much power in them. He could never get tired of saying them. Never, ever, ever. And in the quiet moments afterwards, Sora takes the opportunity to lean up, up, up for a kiss. Their lips meet in a way that's become more natural than breathing to him. They catch just right, in such a seamless, practiced way --- and Sora drowns in the love, in the aching devotion, that he feels in that kiss.
His arms curl possessively around Riku's neck, and his weight is transferred primarily into his dearly beloved's taller frame. His mouth tastes crisp, like citrus and peppermint, and there's regret that whines from his throat when their lips part. He steals a breath as Riku's forehead comes to rest against his. In the darkness of the curtained alcove, he can only see the glitter of the vampire's eyes.
"Thank you for letting me come with you tonight."
His heart bleeds excitement and love when his lips are stolen again --- maybe tonight wasn't so bad, after all.
STRENGTH TO PROTECT WHAT MATTERS. independent & selective blog for riku as adored by stella .
I’M NOT LATE TO MERMAY I SWEAR
@dawnled tagging u bc reasons
@dawnled said: “STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!” none of them were okay; it was almost cruel to pretend they might be.
the words ring out in the silence , they echo in his mind , bouncing off of the walls he’s built up on his own. he pauses for a moment , blinking for a moment. he bristles slightly at the implications , that people can see through his cracks & pretend not to notice , that he’s not as strong as he’d like to be , that he’s still weak.
you crave power because you are weak.
he seems to curl in on himself , arms crossed & shoulders hunched , eyes towards the ground before he speaks.
‘ i.....i don’t know what you’re talking about. i’m fine. ’
