@jnvas sent a spot to kiss :
29 - a kiss on the inside of the left wrist from sora uvu
not a day goes by anymore where they aren’t risking their lives to save the universe ; though it’s not as big of a risk anymore, with the defeat of xehanort, the return of their normal lives.
---- for now, at least ; he can’t help but tack that on, as much as he knows he’d be scolded for it.
but as final as the war had been, as well as everything after, there’s an itch at the back of his mind that says something else is coming - and judging by everyone else’s behaviour, especially lately, they think so, too.
but they’ve been trying to do what they can with what they have, even if they’re waiting for something that slowly, quietly creeps upon the horizon---- and of course, he’s spending near every minute he can just being by sora’s side, no matter where it takes him.
wonderland has always been a particularly topsy-turvy, upside-down world that he’s never really liked ; the too-large flowers and their pollen itch at his skin, as if provoking him to sneeze, and even though he tries not to show it, the riddles and constantly shifting gravity, or apparent lack thereof in a world like this, are almost enough to annoy even him, to near drive him crazy.
but he manages, with sora - someone to laugh and be openly confused and curious about the place, showing riku it’s not just him that finds a bit of irritation, as well as entertainment, in the adventure.
the shadow heartless in particular were never particularly kind - though small, and somewhat cute, their claws dug sharp and deep, almost venomous in intent. the large ones, the giga-shadows, all the more so - though in a world like wonderland, where they’re shrunk to the size of dolls, he has to wonder if they’re regular shadows and the world’s proportions are what make them seem so large.
---- either way, he doesn’t like them, he thinks, sitting upon a large mushroom in the forest as his wounds are being tended to. the claw marks still smoke with darkness, though the cure magic helps, sparkling green to cancel out the dark wisps that feel thick against all his senses.
he doesn’t really know what to do, or say, about the kiss to his wrist that finalises it all - but somehow, it feels too intimate for the open setting, enough to make his cheeks dust a light pink in the shadows of the forest’s leaves.
it’s not a bad feeling, not at all, one that sparks warm in his heart - but the fact it’s done so boldly, so brazenly, so----
so entirely sora, actually---- that it’s kind of not surprising at all - especially with that big, bright grin staring up at him, accompanied by eyes of the sky.
“you’re way too pleased with yourself.”
and riku can’t even really be mad for it.
