Despite Riku's pale complexion, he loved the outdoors. This was something nobody really knew about him. The connection he felt with the earth couldn't compare to anything, sans maybe his love for Sora. But even Sora knew that he needed his time alone with the outside world.
He sat with his legs crossed, eyes closed, sun peeking in through the trees. His long silver tresses were pulled back into a low ponytail, his bangs going down to cover his lashes. The breeze swayed them, and Riku took a deep breath. Honeysuckle and rain drops.
This was how Riku liked to start his morning. It calmed him down to the point he felt almost no other emotion besides relaxed. He still had his moments, though. Like when Sora would decide it was cool to trash his room looking for his phone, then to find out it was on the kitchen counter. Or when Sora would leave and not tell him where he was going.
But this was why he had the outdoors. To remind him of the good things in life. But to especially remind him of how much he appreciated his little brunette counterpart.
Because when he didn't have the outdoors, he had Sora, and Sora was his own honeysuckle and raindrops.
