Through the blue eyes of the protected
He was having a pleasant dream. Somewhere along the line, events had started to blur together. He remembered being so close to him. And it wasn't bitter or sad. It was comfortable. He wasn't as afraid to bridge the gap of physical distance.
Eventually, he realized that their roles had switched. He remembered alarm in the other boy's voice as Riku suddenly felt light. There were glimpses of those brown tufts in his vision as he found himself being carried. Instinctively, he held Sora close, through a combination of safety and desire. It didn't matter the degrees of which, he thought.
He remembered his gravity shifting, and suddenly he couldn't feel him anymore. His eyes opened in shock, taking in the refracted, jagged lights entering his vision. He didn't have time to recognize them as lightning and rain before his body roughly hit the slick ground. He coughed and curled into himself in reply, feeling the cold overtake him.
He could remember faint rustling, before being pulled against that familiar warmth again.
It was then that he heard the other boy tell him something. What was that…? He couldn't ask. His throat felt like it was on fire. He barely recognized the weak action he supplied against Sora's neck, but he'd hoped he understood that he couldn't do whatever he had asked of him. He held him as tightly as he could, and then things went hazy.
The next moments of lucidity came when his gravity again shifted, but this ground was dry. It wasn't so bad here, he thought, but he was so cold.
His momentary discomfort was forgotten when the warmth returned to his forehead, and he opened his eyes to see him. He looked somehow flustered, and kept tripping over his words, but Riku managed to make out "feel better?".
He wanted to smile and nod reassuringly, but he wasn't quite sure he managed. He kept his eyes on the other boy, infinitely comforted by his presence. There was a flurry of movement, and after it was over, Riku couldn't keep his eyes open.
He was vaguely aware of movement, but didn't waste his energy questioning whatever it might be. The only sensation he registered was that of the warmth returning, and a softness he found that he very much liked resting against. Sleep easily overtook him.
He dreamt of Sora. They were together in another way: the way he'd always hoped for. He could hold him as closely as he wanted. He imagined the feeling of his skin. It felt so real, he almost never wanted to wake up.
Until he did.