For Morrigain
A year passed, then another, and before Riku knew it, ten years had gone by since he had returned to Destiny Islands at Sora's side.
How had ten years gone by so quickly? Riku turned around in front of the mirror in his (no, their) bathroom. Behind his reflection, two towels sat crookedly on a towel bar. The red one was Sora's. The blue one was his.
His silver hair was longer. The jagged bangs from his childhood had grown out to flowing locks. Riku always had to pull it back when he was painting. Sometimes, when some troublesome strands fell out of place, and his hands were caked with pigments, Sora would walk up behind him and gently smooth the hair back behind his ears. A few times the other man had even braided the shining mess for him. It was a little lopsided, and Sora had laughed at it in embarrassment, but Riku told him it was fine, leave it.
It's better than I could've managed, he said.
Riku watched his reflection in the mirror: longer hair, taller body, an older face. Had it really been ten years?
The front door slammed open, and Sora's voice drifted through the house. "Hey, I'm home!"
Riku turned to watch the man, his lover of ten years, walk into their bathroom. Sora was digging a bottle of eye drops out of a pharmacy bag. He was taller, too, nearly as tall as Riku. His face had lost that boyish look, sharpened into planes and angles. His hair was still messy, but less floppy and more manageable. He looked up and caught Riku's stare.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
Yeah. It really had been ten years. And that was…
"Perfect," Riku said, pulling Sora into his arms and kissing his brow. "Everything's just perfect."