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[July 6] [Kingdom Hearts] his best impression of weightlessness
Title: his best impression of weightlessness
Day/Theme: July 6th: unless the cameras love me
Series: Kingdom Hearts (set post-KHII)
Character/Pairing: Sora/Riku
Rating: PG
This should mean something, Riku thinks. The fact that I'm here again; I want it to mean something. More than that first time, more than the promise you made with her, more than drunken phone calls between three and four AM –
A flare up of light blinds him for a moment and he blinks, hears the distinct sound of a shutter snapping shut.
“Here,” Sora says, flourishing the Polaroid in front of his face, wiggling it enticingly like a dead fish until he reaches up and snatches it away. Sora grins and twists to the side, graceless, dropping down to his knees and readjusting his camera quickly to capture a bee in midflight. His tongue peeks out, a sliver of fleshy pink that glistens like raw meat under the sunlight.
“Thanks,” Riku mumbles, turning away. His hands are sweaty and he wonders, idly, if this will ruin the photograph.
“You don't have to be like that all the time, you know,” Sora says, and he is quiet the way he is almost never quiet, not unless he is in the library or mumbling into the receiver or staring up at the night sky with his eyes wide and his pulse thrumming beneath Riku’s tentative fingers.
Riku shivers and takes a step backwards, towards the sea.
“Like what?” he says, a hint of nerves creeping into his voice. People used to think he was the brave one, the one who would charge into a fight heedless of the danger. He never understood why because the truth has always been painfully obvious in his eyes.
“You don't have to worry so much," Sora says, and straightens up without warning, his camera dangling from his hand like an afterthought. "It's Saturday, we don't have school tomorrow. What more could you want?"
And this is what it comes down to, every time.
Riku looks down and sees his face starting to appear on the Polaroid, ghostly white, too sharp to be remarkable, and he thinks this, this is how he wants to be remembered, captured on Sora's film again and again and again, until it is almost enough, until Kairi's soft voice stops calling to them from down the pier and maybe -
Maybe coming back home wasn't such a good idea after all.
Day/Theme: July 6th: unless the cameras love me
Series: Kingdom Hearts (set post-KHII)
Character/Pairing: Sora/Riku
Rating: PG
This should mean something, Riku thinks. The fact that I'm here again; I want it to mean something. More than that first time, more than the promise you made with her, more than drunken phone calls between three and four AM –
A flare up of light blinds him for a moment and he blinks, hears the distinct sound of a shutter snapping shut.
“Here,” Sora says, flourishing the Polaroid in front of his face, wiggling it enticingly like a dead fish until he reaches up and snatches it away. Sora grins and twists to the side, graceless, dropping down to his knees and readjusting his camera quickly to capture a bee in midflight. His tongue peeks out, a sliver of fleshy pink that glistens like raw meat under the sunlight.
“Thanks,” Riku mumbles, turning away. His hands are sweaty and he wonders, idly, if this will ruin the photograph.
“You don't have to be like that all the time, you know,” Sora says, and he is quiet the way he is almost never quiet, not unless he is in the library or mumbling into the receiver or staring up at the night sky with his eyes wide and his pulse thrumming beneath Riku’s tentative fingers.
Riku shivers and takes a step backwards, towards the sea.
“Like what?” he says, a hint of nerves creeping into his voice. People used to think he was the brave one, the one who would charge into a fight heedless of the danger. He never understood why because the truth has always been painfully obvious in his eyes.
“You don't have to worry so much," Sora says, and straightens up without warning, his camera dangling from his hand like an afterthought. "It's Saturday, we don't have school tomorrow. What more could you want?"
And this is what it comes down to, every time.
Riku looks down and sees his face starting to appear on the Polaroid, ghostly white, too sharp to be remarkable, and he thinks this, this is how he wants to be remembered, captured on Sora's film again and again and again, until it is almost enough, until Kairi's soft voice stops calling to them from down the pier and maybe -
Maybe coming back home wasn't such a good idea after all.