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kinkfest2008-06-22 08:47 pm
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Scars [Kingdom Hearts, Sora/Riku, G]
Title: Scars
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de_yaten
Rating: G
Warnings: Sora/Riku implied, I guess. Post KHII.
Summary: Prompt says it better.
Prompt: Sora/Riku: Scars - The scars decorating Riku's body were testiments of all he's been through, and Sora couldn't help but touch each one and learn its story
A/N: I suck at titles, lol. Poor Riku. D:
Sora wants to know - he wants to know more than anything, but... he's afraid. Just a little. He's afraid of what knowing might change between them, what forbidden knowledge the question might bring. He knows Riku, knows him very well - but there are parts of his friend kept deeper than Sora has been allowed to go and he's hesitant to take the jump.
But the question hangs on his mind constantly, holds tighter on heart with every passing day. Not enough to weigh him down completely, but enough to press and press until he has to ask or he might just lose it.
"You have so many scars," Sora says one night, when they're lying in bed, watching the moon rise from the window. His hands ghost over Riku's bare shoulders, his chest, grazing his hipbone - pale skin accented by various marks - red and white, smooth and coarse, small nicks and several jagged lines that make Sora's stomach twist. "Scars," Sora whispers, as if Riku didn't hear him, couldn't feel his gentle touch.
"Will you tell me what they're from?" Inquisitive, gentle, because while Sora has his own share of scars from their adventures, Riku's might have been deeper, darker, more painfully made than his own.
Riku gives no answer, but Sora's fingers brush against a white line rounding his shoulder. "I know this one." The touch sends sparks into his heart, bringing back memories - the faint smell of sea-salt curling into his nose; the feel of a splintered wooden sword clasped in his child-hand; the sharp cry as he accidentally brought the makeshift weapon down on his friend's shoulder.
Sora lies his cheek against Riku's shoulder and sighs. "I'm sorry," he says, muffled against Riku's skin. "You know it was an accident, right?"
He doesn't expect an answer, or any response at all - but Riku suddenly takes his hand, and lays it against a jagged line on his hip.
"Once upon a time, there was a boy named Riku, who wanted more than anything to get away from the islands..."
Author/Artist:
de_yatenRating: G
Warnings: Sora/Riku implied, I guess. Post KHII.
Summary: Prompt says it better.
Prompt: Sora/Riku: Scars - The scars decorating Riku's body were testiments of all he's been through, and Sora couldn't help but touch each one and learn its story
A/N: I suck at titles, lol. Poor Riku. D:
Sora wants to know - he wants to know more than anything, but... he's afraid. Just a little. He's afraid of what knowing might change between them, what forbidden knowledge the question might bring. He knows Riku, knows him very well - but there are parts of his friend kept deeper than Sora has been allowed to go and he's hesitant to take the jump.
But the question hangs on his mind constantly, holds tighter on heart with every passing day. Not enough to weigh him down completely, but enough to press and press until he has to ask or he might just lose it.
"You have so many scars," Sora says one night, when they're lying in bed, watching the moon rise from the window. His hands ghost over Riku's bare shoulders, his chest, grazing his hipbone - pale skin accented by various marks - red and white, smooth and coarse, small nicks and several jagged lines that make Sora's stomach twist. "Scars," Sora whispers, as if Riku didn't hear him, couldn't feel his gentle touch.
"Will you tell me what they're from?" Inquisitive, gentle, because while Sora has his own share of scars from their adventures, Riku's might have been deeper, darker, more painfully made than his own.
Riku gives no answer, but Sora's fingers brush against a white line rounding his shoulder. "I know this one." The touch sends sparks into his heart, bringing back memories - the faint smell of sea-salt curling into his nose; the feel of a splintered wooden sword clasped in his child-hand; the sharp cry as he accidentally brought the makeshift weapon down on his friend's shoulder.
Sora lies his cheek against Riku's shoulder and sighs. "I'm sorry," he says, muffled against Riku's skin. "You know it was an accident, right?"
He doesn't expect an answer, or any response at all - but Riku suddenly takes his hand, and lays it against a jagged line on his hip.
"Once upon a time, there was a boy named Riku, who wanted more than anything to get away from the islands..."