[Thinking Of You] - [Riku/Demyx] - [PG-PG13]
Who: Riku and Demyx
What: Sitting back and remembering days past
Where: Their living room
When: Sunday afternoon
Rating: Between PG and PG13
The weather had picked up a lot since yesterday; the storm had dissipated as quickly as it had started to rage the night before, and thankfully very minimal damage was done to the house and the yard, just a few loose roofing slates and the odd uprooted plant. Riku felt like just having an indoor day today, sitting with a thick book in an armchair beside the back doors of the home he shared with his long-time lover.
It really had been about a year now since their drunken sojourn in Las Vegas and had, as a result, gotten married, with every intention to divorce. It just... hadn't happened.
For some reason, though, today the silver-haired island native had found himself sitting with no ordinary book in his lap: it was one of the albums he had salvaged from his parents' things before he had either stored or trashed most of their possessions the last time he was at home, which felt so long ago that he was starting to forget what it looked like. The unique scents and special little things that made his home stand out were starting to become distant memories, and yet he felt no compulsion to go back and remind himself what he was missing. There was little waiting there for him now.
With a soft sigh, Riku opened up the first page of the book to a picture of his first birthday, his mother and father standing together with him like they were a happy family. It was almost laughable to look at it now, all things considered, but it was nice to remember the good times. And that was just the mood that Riku was in today.
What: Sitting back and remembering days past
Where: Their living room
When: Sunday afternoon
Rating: Between PG and PG13
The weather had picked up a lot since yesterday; the storm had dissipated as quickly as it had started to rage the night before, and thankfully very minimal damage was done to the house and the yard, just a few loose roofing slates and the odd uprooted plant. Riku felt like just having an indoor day today, sitting with a thick book in an armchair beside the back doors of the home he shared with his long-time lover.
It really had been about a year now since their drunken sojourn in Las Vegas and had, as a result, gotten married, with every intention to divorce. It just... hadn't happened.
For some reason, though, today the silver-haired island native had found himself sitting with no ordinary book in his lap: it was one of the albums he had salvaged from his parents' things before he had either stored or trashed most of their possessions the last time he was at home, which felt so long ago that he was starting to forget what it looked like. The unique scents and special little things that made his home stand out were starting to become distant memories, and yet he felt no compulsion to go back and remind himself what he was missing. There was little waiting there for him now.
With a soft sigh, Riku opened up the first page of the book to a picture of his first birthday, his mother and father standing together with him like they were a happy family. It was almost laughable to look at it now, all things considered, but it was nice to remember the good times. And that was just the mood that Riku was in today.