Like You
"This one kinda looks like you!" His gaze is directed at a shimmering soap bubble. White and pallid; dripping with liquid; silvery, and not unlike any of the other millions he had blown that day.
"Stop drinking the solution, Sora," the elder boy leisurely reclines back on his hands to better examine the squirming other from beneath a shield of lush, ivory hair.
"I'm just saying," Sora's bubble shivers gleefully across the landscape of noiseless pink-blue smears. It's a gorgeous, floating accent to an already flawless twilight. Merrily meandering through excitable air currents, the jolly orb giggles, and chirps, and throws a myriad of scenery color in its wake. A yellow wind picks at the bubble, pushing the translucent sphere further away from the pair, "You're more alike than you know."
Riku stifles a warm chuckle; the bubble revels with him.
"You're mean!" a ferocious pout tugs at Sora's ripe lips; Riku ignores the comment.
The air bristles again, and the pale realist catches himself searching for the iridescent globe.
It is gone.
Something dreadful sinks deeply in his stomach.
Was he—disappointed--?
Sora, sensing the mild shock of his partner, quickly wraps himself around Riku's muscular forearm.
"Don't worry, honey," chocolate brunette mingles with dappled ash as the space between their bodies is closed, "He always comes back."
/End
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