riku / aerith gainsborough - trust
Title: Trust
Author: keepdreamingxx
Pairing: Riku and Aerith Gainsborough
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Theme: # 97 Freesia ( Trust )
Wordcount: 790
Disclaimer: KH is not mine.
Summary: Aerith wants to sell the lonely boy a flower; Riku doesn't want to buy it.
The day grew short.
Sunset spilled over Radiant Garden, beaming bending rays of the last remnants of sunlight onto the pavilion of the small village on the outskirts of the ruined castle. Goldenrod, honey and tangerine basked the cobblestones in their glittering shine, making it seem as though the pedestrians were walking on streets paved with gold like a Heaven-on-earth. People handed out sticks of ice cream for the groups of children and teens that decided to stroll at this hour, chatting and calling out greets to the familiar people and acquaintances that passed them by.
Winter had melted into spring, the restricting snowy desert receding and birthing new life in return. Sakura petals blew daintily in the gentle breeze, toying with his flowing silver hair, blossoms tangling comically into his mane. He ran his fingers through his hair, letting them float to his feet, attempting now to avoid the spidery trees flush with boughs of blush-coloured flora on his left. He drifted towards the raised stone barrier which separated the village from the castle, gazing off into the distance at it. So many memories it held; of being the castle’s slave, imprisoned within its dimly-glinting exterior . . .
Memories best left forgotten. Struggling with his reminiscent interior, he turned away from the sight to hear a soft call beckoning him. Blinking his icy cerulean eyes, he looked to where the voice was coming from. On the other side of the path was a small stand, full of graceful colour. Bouquets of flowers was the background for the flower girl, standing before the corner-shop - further back, he could see a field of sunflowers blowing in the wind, nodding their large, fringed heads that positively glowed with the dull sunlight.
“Hello,” The young woman called politely. “Would you like to buy a flower?”
“Not really.” His eyes sidled to the right, staring longingly down the lane that had been his original destination, and then to the left, from whence he came, as if he was greatly wishing ( and expressing that desire ) to be elsewhere. Social situations were awkward to him, his reserved and untrusting self still recovering from the time he spent in hollow darkness. And he had never been fond of flowers; their smell bothered them, except perhaps the light and airy perfume Kairi smelled faintly of.
His pockets jingled with spare munny. He could certainly just buy one and give it to Kairi - what would a boy like him do with a flower? Riku would do just that if this seller continued to be persistent - or he’d walk away. He wasn’t afraid of doing that, at least. But if Sora ever found out, think of the scorn he would give him - he had brought him here to socialize, to get out more. If Sora was buddy-buddy with most of the inhabitants in Radiant Garden ( “I’m a member of the Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee, after all!” He’d boast ), he might know this girl with her dark chestnut hair that tumbled back behind her shoulders, and the glossy curls that framed her face.
“Please,” She said. “At least smell one. It might change your mind.” She bent over slightly, her hands brushing against the stems of several small, white flowers. “Here, try the freesias. Their scent is sweet.” The young woman smiled kindly. “You look like you need it.”
Her delicately-sculpted arm held out in front of her, offering the branch of flowers to him, he found he could not resist. After a pause when he did not take it, however ( still pondering over her last statement ), her rosy lips parted to speak again.
“Just trust me.”
Just trust me.
Fighting with his other personality, his personality that rejected doing just that, he raised a slightly trembling hand and took the sprig of flowers. Their hands barely touched in the exchange, but from what he felt, there was silk-soft skin pressing lightly against his own rougher ones. It was like an electric spark; and then it was gone.
He lifted the flowers to his nose, the tip caressing their silken pearl petals. What filled his senses was a swirl of sugary-sweetness, just like her voice.
He lowered it with mild actions. “You’re right. It does smell . . . nice,” He said. “Thank you,” He added.
“See? It wasn’t so bad.” The flower girl’s jade eyes appeared pleased.
Riku rifled through his pockets and pushed a few coins onto the counter of the booth, sparkling in the sunlight. Then he walked away, mystified, holding the flower in his hand.
Instead of giving them to Kairi, he kept the flowers for himself, reminding him of the steps he had taken to grow closer to happiness.
Author: keepdreamingxx
Pairing: Riku and Aerith Gainsborough
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Theme: # 97 Freesia ( Trust )
Wordcount: 790
Disclaimer: KH is not mine.
Summary: Aerith wants to sell the lonely boy a flower; Riku doesn't want to buy it.
The day grew short.
Sunset spilled over Radiant Garden, beaming bending rays of the last remnants of sunlight onto the pavilion of the small village on the outskirts of the ruined castle. Goldenrod, honey and tangerine basked the cobblestones in their glittering shine, making it seem as though the pedestrians were walking on streets paved with gold like a Heaven-on-earth. People handed out sticks of ice cream for the groups of children and teens that decided to stroll at this hour, chatting and calling out greets to the familiar people and acquaintances that passed them by.
Winter had melted into spring, the restricting snowy desert receding and birthing new life in return. Sakura petals blew daintily in the gentle breeze, toying with his flowing silver hair, blossoms tangling comically into his mane. He ran his fingers through his hair, letting them float to his feet, attempting now to avoid the spidery trees flush with boughs of blush-coloured flora on his left. He drifted towards the raised stone barrier which separated the village from the castle, gazing off into the distance at it. So many memories it held; of being the castle’s slave, imprisoned within its dimly-glinting exterior . . .
Memories best left forgotten. Struggling with his reminiscent interior, he turned away from the sight to hear a soft call beckoning him. Blinking his icy cerulean eyes, he looked to where the voice was coming from. On the other side of the path was a small stand, full of graceful colour. Bouquets of flowers was the background for the flower girl, standing before the corner-shop - further back, he could see a field of sunflowers blowing in the wind, nodding their large, fringed heads that positively glowed with the dull sunlight.
“Hello,” The young woman called politely. “Would you like to buy a flower?”
“Not really.” His eyes sidled to the right, staring longingly down the lane that had been his original destination, and then to the left, from whence he came, as if he was greatly wishing ( and expressing that desire ) to be elsewhere. Social situations were awkward to him, his reserved and untrusting self still recovering from the time he spent in hollow darkness. And he had never been fond of flowers; their smell bothered them, except perhaps the light and airy perfume Kairi smelled faintly of.
His pockets jingled with spare munny. He could certainly just buy one and give it to Kairi - what would a boy like him do with a flower? Riku would do just that if this seller continued to be persistent - or he’d walk away. He wasn’t afraid of doing that, at least. But if Sora ever found out, think of the scorn he would give him - he had brought him here to socialize, to get out more. If Sora was buddy-buddy with most of the inhabitants in Radiant Garden ( “I’m a member of the Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee, after all!” He’d boast ), he might know this girl with her dark chestnut hair that tumbled back behind her shoulders, and the glossy curls that framed her face.
“Please,” She said. “At least smell one. It might change your mind.” She bent over slightly, her hands brushing against the stems of several small, white flowers. “Here, try the freesias. Their scent is sweet.” The young woman smiled kindly. “You look like you need it.”
Her delicately-sculpted arm held out in front of her, offering the branch of flowers to him, he found he could not resist. After a pause when he did not take it, however ( still pondering over her last statement ), her rosy lips parted to speak again.
“Just trust me.”
Just trust me.
Fighting with his other personality, his personality that rejected doing just that, he raised a slightly trembling hand and took the sprig of flowers. Their hands barely touched in the exchange, but from what he felt, there was silk-soft skin pressing lightly against his own rougher ones. It was like an electric spark; and then it was gone.
He lifted the flowers to his nose, the tip caressing their silken pearl petals. What filled his senses was a swirl of sugary-sweetness, just like her voice.
He lowered it with mild actions. “You’re right. It does smell . . . nice,” He said. “Thank you,” He added.
“See? It wasn’t so bad.” The flower girl’s jade eyes appeared pleased.
Riku rifled through his pockets and pushed a few coins onto the counter of the booth, sparkling in the sunlight. Then he walked away, mystified, holding the flower in his hand.
Instead of giving them to Kairi, he kept the flowers for himself, reminding him of the steps he had taken to grow closer to happiness.