kingdomdressing | colors run

[he hasn't been here for a while, but now that he is, he's never been more glad to see Riku, and settles down beside him with a quiet sigh.]

[glances up after he finishes folding a green square of paper, fingers quick and creases crisp. he smiles faintly, setting the paper rose aside.]

I thought maybe you'd flown away.

[he's still quiet as ever, leaning over so his head touches against Riku's shoulder. he's sporting a couple of cuts and bruises, and his clothes are a little dirtied all over again.]

I missed you.

... where've you been?

[he's got a feeling he could probably guess, but he's not the type to jump to conclusions.]

Home.

[that cold, dark, unforgiving place. his fingers clutch onto Riku's arm.]

They send Riku out, he got destroyed. It was sad. They hurt me to take the bomb off, they told me they would hurt me almost until I died, because I did a bad job.

[But I didn't-- he thinks to say, and then realises that he's not the Riku that Sora is talking about.]

...

[shifts around until his facing the brunet, looking him over carefully. after a moment, he reaches out to gently smear some dirt off of his cheek with his thumb.]

I'm sorry.

[he's not too shy to try and climb right up on Riku's lap, pressing his face against his chest.]

I want to stay here infinitely. With you.

[Riku doesn't protest, letting him get comfortable before he hesitantly smooths one of his hands against the back of Sora's head.]

.. why me?

Because I like Riku. I like you. And you are better than any of them ever was. You have been just nice, you make me feel nice.

[he plays with wrinkles at the bottom of Riku's shirt, toying with the hem.]

[long, pale fingers play with the hair at the nape of Sora's neck. he's not entirely sure what to say, because the answer he got wasn't the one he'd been expecting.]

... I wouldn't mind it if you stuck around.

I am happy ...

[he mumbles against him, still playing with the hem, but more relaxed.]

I am getting you dirty. I could wash ...

[Riku doesn't care about a little dirt, but it's probably best that Sora gets himself cleaned up.]

.. come on, lets go get you a shower.

[nudges his knuckles gently against his side.]

[just like before, and it makes him happy. it's nice to be back in this setting. everything free and fun and comfortable. no one to bother him and Riku at all because they're worried about each other. no bomb blasts popping his ear drums and flinging ash at his eyes.]

[he slides off of Riku's lap with a thump on his heels, straightening up and facing him. he doesn't know which part they're at, so he'll let Riku lead him to the bathroom.]

[that familiar feeling - deja vu - almost makes him smile as he gets to his feet, taking a moment to scoop up his roses and the rest of the unused paper. his other arm finds its way around Sora's shoulders in what he hopes is a comforting way. the height difference makes it a little bit awkward, but Riku manages, guiding him down the hallway until he reaches a door. it's the same one as last time.]

[when they're there, Sora's quick to strip himself bare when the door is closed, turning the water on and waiting for it to get hot. this time, he's been spoiled. so many hot showers had only made him realize that the cold beforehand isn't worth it. while waiting, he sits his naked butt down on the bath rug.]

What have you doing when I was home?

[pulls a towel from under the sink and sets it on the toilet seat cover, hopping up to sit on the counter. he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands.]

Not a whole lot... you didn't miss much.

[smiles a little.]

[surprisingly the bruises and cuts really are pretty few, mostly on his arms, cheek and shoulders. his chest and legs are pristine. he must've run and the room decided to give him a break and take him back.]

Oh.. that does not sound fun.

[Riku would have preferred that the cuts and bruises weren't there at all, but what's done is done and Riku knows that he can't fix that. he can do his best to prevent it from happening again, though.]

... I worked on your wings.

[he brightens up considerably, eyes wide.]

Really? Can you show them to me when I am out?

[nods once, smile brightening a little.]

I think it's warmed up now...

[tilts his head towards the shower curtain.]

Oh! Okay.

[he turns to climb over the edge, feeling at the spray. when he realizes it is warm enough, he slides in, pulling the curtain in the way.]

[kicks his feet idly, staring at the wall in front of him. he's silent for a minute or two, and then]

I did three sketches. I wasn't sure which one you'd like most.

That will be not easy. I am sure I will like anything Riku makes, though.

[smiles to himself in the shower, squeezing body wash into a palm.]

[laughs quietly with a slight shake of his head. hopping down from the counter, he touches his fingertips to the outside of the shower curtain.]

I'm going to get you some clean clothes, okay?

[peeks his head out, spikes droopy all around his face. he nods.]

Okay!

[he's gone and back again in a matter of minutes, setting a plain red shirt and a pair of tan shorts on top of the towels.]

.. almost done?

Ja!

[on cue, the water's shut off and he climbs out, stretching across the gap in the floor where there is no mat to grab the towel.]

Don't slip.

I'm not!

[he cheers happily when he's able to wrap the towel around himself. so excitable over the silliest things, but it's all better than home. everything a step above is, and this is so many steps above.]

[reaches out to unstick Sora's hair from his forehead, pushing his fingers through soaked locks, expression thoughtful. the relationship he has with Sora is a strange one, one he really can't explain, but he can't say that he doesn't like it. he hardly knows anything about the kid aside from that he used to me a suicide bomber and that his english is not so good, but so far, he's the only one Riku's made any sort of connection with.]

Feel better?

[he stares cross eyed at Riku's hand while it's touching his forehead, but when it moves he breaks his gaze, smiling fondly and reaching up to dab water from his cheeks.]

Can we go see the wings now?

[scoops up the clean clothes he brought and presses the small pile against Sora's chest.]

Clothes first.

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