author's notes. suggestive themes at the end, i suppose. a horrific amount of pronouns in this. i apologize.
writing prompt. grass
pairing. riku x sora
He loved how the moonlight caught Riku's hair. He loved how sharp his features became as he turned his head just slightly to look at him. He loved his smile, loved the feeling of his hand clasped tightly between his. He loved... well, Riku.
His soul mate, perhaps. Sora never really believed in that. But jeez, how could he still have butterflies after a year of being with him? One look, one smile, one kiss. That's all it took for Sora to go weak at the knees. For his stomach to flip. For his throat to constrict just so, making it just that much harder to breathe. Although Riku did remind him that he was well trained at CPR.
He should know - he practiced on him frequently.
There wasn't anything particular about the stars tonight. Just like any other night. They just lay there on their backs, heads side by side, hands holding tightly together. Magical? Maybe. To Sora, it sure as hell was. Every second he was with Riku, was like heaven. And they never knew how long they had; how much longer until the Heartless consumed the worlds, how much longer until one of them had to go. Again.
And all that would be left of their meeting would be body shaped indents where they laid, and grass stains from when they did more than just stargaze on their clothes.