#008; jojobeans_kh01
Title: More
Prompt: Daffodil -- 10pastryhearts
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Riku/Sora, mentions of Kairi
Word Count: 319
Rating: High PG-13, (yaoi (boy/boy), reference to intimacy and acts of a sexual nature )
Author's Notes: hkdjhfkjhdakgf this came out of nowhere. Nowhere. I'm not even sure it makes complete sense, but it works for the prompt. Its the first yaoi thing I've written in a while, RikuSora of course (because I really have no clue about the rest. D:), and I like it, even though its a bit of an...abstract concept. Look on the bright side; at least you can be sure its not gen! ;P
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There's always lust in his eyes; hidden and disguised as something simple, but complicated and restless nontheless. Its in the fiery, passionate looks he gives when he thinks no ones looking; in the moments of hushed moans and quiet pants and hitched breath that come more frequently than he likes. It in the images he coujures up late at night when he's alone, and the accidental touches that everyone blows off as boys being boys. No matter how much he wants to deny it; no matter how hard he tries to convince himself that it isn't true, one look into Sora's eyes and he knows he's going to love him until the end of his days.
And even though he knows its just a glance, he always hopes that there's something there, something real. He's silent with want and hope; the hope that he won't be found out like a sad little boy or told he's not the right one, but he'll love and be loved back. In the smiles and laughter and atlantic blue eyes he wants more, - there must be more, there must be - so much more that he's possesive, but he backs away and calls it engrained protectiveness. He is the best friend after all.
Except...thats not what he wants.
And even now, as he watches and stands and smiles for him, grabbing her hand and kissing her cheek, he wants more. To touch and be touched like her, to kiss and caress and hold, just like the fairytales where the prince gets his princess. But he stands there, a single tear falling in sadness even though he calls it a yawn, thinking and believing the one thing that's kept him going for this long. And he'll keep on believing it, as long as it keeps the single thread of hope gleaming in his heart.
You're the only one for me.
Thats why'll keep waiting.
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NOTE: this piece is the winner of the "best use of theme" for challenge 3 over at 10pastryhearts! See?
Prompt: Daffodil -- 10pastryhearts
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Riku/Sora, mentions of Kairi
Word Count: 319
Rating: High PG-13, (yaoi (boy/boy), reference to intimacy and acts of a sexual nature )
Author's Notes: hkdjhfkjhdakgf this came out of nowhere. Nowhere. I'm not even sure it makes complete sense, but it works for the prompt. Its the first yaoi thing I've written in a while, RikuSora of course (because I really have no clue about the rest. D:), and I like it, even though its a bit of an...abstract concept. Look on the bright side; at least you can be sure its not gen! ;P
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There's always lust in his eyes; hidden and disguised as something simple, but complicated and restless nontheless. Its in the fiery, passionate looks he gives when he thinks no ones looking; in the moments of hushed moans and quiet pants and hitched breath that come more frequently than he likes. It in the images he coujures up late at night when he's alone, and the accidental touches that everyone blows off as boys being boys. No matter how much he wants to deny it; no matter how hard he tries to convince himself that it isn't true, one look into Sora's eyes and he knows he's going to love him until the end of his days.
And even though he knows its just a glance, he always hopes that there's something there, something real. He's silent with want and hope; the hope that he won't be found out like a sad little boy or told he's not the right one, but he'll love and be loved back. In the smiles and laughter and atlantic blue eyes he wants more, - there must be more, there must be - so much more that he's possesive, but he backs away and calls it engrained protectiveness. He is the best friend after all.
Except...thats not what he wants.
And even now, as he watches and stands and smiles for him, grabbing her hand and kissing her cheek, he wants more. To touch and be touched like her, to kiss and caress and hold, just like the fairytales where the prince gets his princess. But he stands there, a single tear falling in sadness even though he calls it a yawn, thinking and believing the one thing that's kept him going for this long. And he'll keep on believing it, as long as it keeps the single thread of hope gleaming in his heart.
You're the only one for me.
Thats why'll keep waiting.
--
NOTE: this piece is the winner of the "best use of theme" for challenge 3 over at 10pastryhearts! See?