#026; resound
Title: Colorful.
Prompt:
10pastryhearts; F L O W E R S -- FORGET-ME-NOT
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Riku and Sora
Word Count: 177
Rating: PG-13 (...light R?)
Author's Notes: From the inspiration meme! It was requested by
soratarded...just something RikuSora, hehe. I ended up liking this one, and it fit the prompt...sorta~ so! Enjoy, I suppose. :)
All he remembers now is...color.
Blues and cream pale browns and whites around him, thrown in every direction and near him and held close to his body. Warmth. Its hot and wonderful and he can feel his heart fill with red; with lust. His hands move up, color, warm -- mewl, grasp, hitched breath, release.
Kiss.
His heart beats faster as he touches, fingers, slips and slides across...something -- desire, silver, slick, sweat, tears. Pleads that pool golden within his body, bright and white in his mind. Moans -- ngh -- its hot, yellow orange red fire, its hot and wonderful and at the highest peak, and then lowers, though clear-blue clouds down to the earth below.
--sinking, falling, happiness, blues, greens, darkness, depths of oceans. Its wonderful, and cold and black yet yellow and happy and wonderful.
And pink. Pink, lovely, love. Thats it. The last color is love. Within hearts and stars and oceans and clouds, pink is the color of the memory-- the one's he only remembers during times like these.
Truth...clean...pure...complete.
Home.
Prompt:
10pastryhearts; F L O W E R S -- FORGET-ME-NOT
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Riku and Sora
Word Count: 177
Rating: PG-13 (...light R?)
Author's Notes: From the inspiration meme! It was requested by
soratarded...just something RikuSora, hehe. I ended up liking this one, and it fit the prompt...sorta~ so! Enjoy, I suppose. :)
All he remembers now is...color.
Blues and cream pale browns and whites around him, thrown in every direction and near him and held close to his body. Warmth. Its hot and wonderful and he can feel his heart fill with red; with lust. His hands move up, color, warm -- mewl, grasp, hitched breath, release.
Kiss.
His heart beats faster as he touches, fingers, slips and slides across...something -- desire, silver, slick, sweat, tears. Pleads that pool golden within his body, bright and white in his mind. Moans -- ngh -- its hot, yellow orange red fire, its hot and wonderful and at the highest peak, and then lowers, though clear-blue clouds down to the earth below.
--sinking, falling, happiness, blues, greens, darkness, depths of oceans. Its wonderful, and cold and black yet yellow and happy and wonderful.
And pink. Pink, lovely, love. Thats it. The last color is love. Within hearts and stars and oceans and clouds, pink is the color of the memory-- the one's he only remembers during times like these.
Truth...clean...pure...complete.
Home.