-Sigh- The romance demon bit me again, despite DW's attempts to capture it. Sneaky little...expletive...
The first drabble is pic-inspired. A very well-drawn image that still floats into my mind every so often. Not to mention, it's a change seeing Riku on the stunned receiving line.
The second was just another random thought in my insane skull. Don't ask; I won't tell. I won'texplain even if you do, so don't bother.
The 'Crimson Thread' thing is from Shadow Hearts: Covenant. Legend saying that a Crimson Thread connects the hearts of two fated people. Seems fairly straightforward...
Dedication: Blowing Kisses. Not that she's had much romance-y updates to inspire me lately, but whatever. She's still helps. Thanks...or wait... You're one of the reasons my dark side is fighting for control! I'm losing my darkness! You...evil! You-... -Is dragged from comp by a sighing Riku-
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I can't understand why I long to hear your lips speak my name... I mean, you have so many times before... Why is that different now?
Crimson Thread
He stares at the star-shaped fruit in his trembling black-gloved hands, completely stunned at what lay there. He has held the legendary fruit of Paopu countless times before, in the same fashion as he is now, but this time, his heart is pounding. Its fervid pulse makes his entire body reverberate, and his breath shortens slightly. Never has he felt like this before, even when he first met…her…it was never this bad.
His shaking aquamarines slowly rise from the precious fruit to find the one who left it for him now standing before him. Her crimson bangs shadow most of her stunning visage, as they often did; only this time…it is different… He can see that her cheeks are brushed with a reddish tinge, and her teeth are lightly sunk into her bottom lip.
This is the girl of limited emotions, afraid to trust anyone very deeply, and often…alone… But now, here she stands: intimidated, embarrassed, and awaiting a response that could write her destiny… His aqua spheres catch two sparkling trails as they slip over her cheeks and fall into the awaiting Island breeze that carries them around the two. His lips separate softly, the answer written upon them, but uncertain how to carry it over to her…
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"Why? Why is this so important to you?" His palm cups my chin and re-directs my gaze to look into his aquamarine vision.
"It's not a 'why' that's important to me..." His face moves towards mine as he pulls me to him as well. He leaves mere inches, if not an inch, before stopping. His enticing breath drapes over my lips and throat, a fervid flutter initializing within my chest.
"It's a who..."