Title: Asleep
Characters: Riku, Sora
Song: "Asleep" by Emily Browning (cover from the SuckerPunch soundtrack)
More than anything, more than his desperate homesickness (who'd have ever thought he'd be homesick for Destiny Islands), more than his fear of the darkness still lurking in the edges of his vision, Riku wished he could touch Sora. Not being able to hear Sora's laugh, or his voice, or even his defensive comebacks, would be just that much more bearable if he were able to touch Sora.
He had never realized how tactile Sora was; never realized just how often Sora touched people, until he wasn't around anymore. It wasn't something he'd ever have noticed if they hadn't disappeared; the teasing scrape of nails ruffling his hair, the curl of fingers wrapping around his wrist, the flat warmth of a palm slapping him on the back. Everything about Sora was that stupid sunlight and warmth that he just radiated, and living in the darkness for so long had only made Riku more desperate for what he was missing.
He'd never realized how often he returned the touches until he was unable fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and comb through Sora's wild chocolate spikes, with the childish compulsion to flick Sora's freckled nose. His arms ached with the need to slide around the younger boy's body, one around his shoulders, one under his knees, bridal style, and carry him out of this coldly sterile lab and as far away from here as possible. His lips...well, that was a new one for him. Riku wasn't quite sure what, exactly, he wanted to do with them, just that the combined thought of lips and hands and Sora often made him bite back a groan.
Today, though, today Riku wanted something even more than he wanted to be able to touch Sora. Today he fought Roxas. Fought Roxas and lost, and that couldn't happen because Riku had to beat him, had to defeat him. He had to, because Sora wouldn't wake up until Roxas came back, and Riku couldn't live like this anymore, couldn't stand here day after day, hood up over his platinum hair, blindfold hanging limply around his neck, watching Sora sleep.
He knew what he had to do. Knew what needed to be done, if he was genuine in his need to protect Sora (and oh god, had he ever uttered a more genuine promise in his life?). He just…he wanted to look at Sora with his own two eyes. One last time.
There is another world.
There is a better world.
Oh, there must be.
this is weird cause it's like, almost actually a drabble. what gives?
