Maybe I can write them like individuals next time.
I have an essay to write.
Enjoy some Riku/Sora.
A Footstep, Another Day Goes By
It is a good day when the sun rises and they’re both awake to see it. Red spills gradually out over the ocean’s surface like a drop of blood expanding, and the sun touches their faces and makes everything warm and perfect.
It is a good morning when they talk like they used to. They like to smile; they’re both glad for the fact that even after a tumultuous year, it’s not something that’s changed. They laugh a lot and catch up on anything and everything and each other.
It is a good afternoon when they explore. It’d been hard for the one to appreciate just how large their little islands are, and it takes the other to show him how much there is they’ve yet to have seen. There are always trees to climb. There are always caves to crawl through. There are always secrets for them to discover.
It is a good evening when they’re bone tired and relaxing on the beach and they can hear each other breathing. The day’s explorations take tolls on both their bodies; they rely on each other to check to see if he’s breathing too slowly, or if he’s gotten enough air, and they pass breath between their mouths to make sure they’re both still alive.
It is a good night when the one stands in the shadow of the doorway and waits.
It is a better night when he sees the other, his other, walk up and return.
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Enjoy some Riku/Sora.
A Footstep, Another Day Goes By
It is a good day when the sun rises and they’re both awake to see it. Red spills gradually out over the ocean’s surface like a drop of blood expanding, and the sun touches their faces and makes everything warm and perfect.
It is a good morning when they talk like they used to. They like to smile; they’re both glad for the fact that even after a tumultuous year, it’s not something that’s changed. They laugh a lot and catch up on anything and everything and each other.
It is a good afternoon when they explore. It’d been hard for the one to appreciate just how large their little islands are, and it takes the other to show him how much there is they’ve yet to have seen. There are always trees to climb. There are always caves to crawl through. There are always secrets for them to discover.
It is a good evening when they’re bone tired and relaxing on the beach and they can hear each other breathing. The day’s explorations take tolls on both their bodies; they rely on each other to check to see if he’s breathing too slowly, or if he’s gotten enough air, and they pass breath between their mouths to make sure they’re both still alive.
It is a good night when the one stands in the shadow of the doorway and waits.
It is a better night when he sees the other, his other, walk up and return.
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