@theirwarmth
terra, despite how short of a time that he had really known him at all, has been a passing thought for longer than riku can remember ---- the other side of a promise that he’d kept for all of this time, and yet, a face he hadn’t seen since. riku had been so young that he, honestly, forgot what he looked like. as he sits next to him on the beach where they’d met, what he’d forgotten of the details of his face start to make sense again; in his memories, in the now. he’s here, and so is riku, fulfilling the role he’d given to him.
... if you could call it that. what kind of keyblade master ---
he makes an active effort not to relay his uncertainty, in his demeanor; keeps his face neutral as he cards his fingers through the sand and tilts his head when he does lift his gaze to meet his. he wonders what terra must think of him; wonders what he might know, and what-have-you-else. what are you supposed to say in a situation like this? “ you know, i didn’t think i’d get to see you again, and i always wanted to ask you... so much, but now that you’re here, i can’t think of anything to say. funny how that works, huh? ”