Okay, so I decided to get some more drabbles posted for my special reviewers. I've been wanting to post some of these for ages, but haven't found the right context until now.
Again, these have no relation to each other. I feel these reflect a more personal view of how I see Riku, and what I feel in my heart when I think of him. I hope people understand my feelings with my words, seeing as I may be completely wrong about his character in relation to others.
The first one was inspired by this heart shattering picture of young Riku staring sadly amidst a snowfall.
The second was inspired by a very dark picture of the blindfolded Riku (I still believe that person is Riku). I remember feeling really upset that day...feeling like I needed someone to understand me.
The third collection of statements were my responses to a friend asking me about Riku. I had wrote my one story 'One Step Closer' for him and he was interrogating me about my muse. I hope everyone likes my descriptions...
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this to my Riku reviewers. I know the people who review all like Riku (the ones so far anyways), but I'm speaking specifically those who were immediately captured by the Silver Paladin. Whether you're just an admirer, or an obsessed fangirl who suffers from the 'Hearts-as-Eyes' syndrome, this is for you.
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You walk away from me like it's no real pain to your heart. Most of me wants to hate you for your bitter coldness...and yet, there's something deep inside that makes me want to follow you until I see the truth behind those cracks and fissures of your heart's mirror...
B R O K E N
Snow... Strange stuff this snow... Nothing more than frozen water...evaporated water... And yet...it's in a world of its own...
We never had snow where I lived...it was too hot...But I would wonder about it; what it was like and everything...
It covers the ground and can be made and manipulated, and yet, when the snow is alone, the fragile flake doesn't survive upon one's palm... Imagine...to be so powerful and yet so weak all at the same time…
You know…I'm not quite unlike these flakes, am I? I was always so strong, and yet, the second I was on my own…I fell completely apart… Easily manipulated and doomed to never be the same again. A snowflake… Never thought this would be my symbolic equal…
Frozen…cold…alone…and forgotten with time…
-x-
"What makes you think I won't betray and kill you too?"
"Because I know that deep within your heart, you couldn't accept that decision..."
"I'm the wielder of darkness... I've destroyed countless lives and homes..."
"Intentionally?"
"Maybe..."
"You're a liar."
"Prove it." Her body unconsciously drifted towards the rigid Islander and touched her back to his. Her arms matched his and their fingers intertwined. She knew he was resisting, but deep down, he wanted to be silenced.
"Without the darkness...how can we possibly know and appreciate the light? People can call you foolish and brash, but...couldn't you just as easily call them cowardly? You faced something that no one else will and still you fight it. I think you've suffered more than those the darkness killed by using your hands... They shake even now... That's how I know... Your heart is still pure and only wishes to bring peace back to this place..."
-x-
I would imagine he would carry the faint scent of his treasured Island that he lost. The tantalizing, salty air of the teal ocean as it brushes gently onto the shore
Soft, silky and light as the gentle breeze brushes through it. It captures the tiniest flicker of light, and it almost seems like the silver gives off metallic sparkles that dance around him. But the moonlight captures it the best. The sad part is, it seems to carry the heavy burden of emotions that Riku himself does; they seem to enjoy the sky's tears...in hopes that they mask their owner's...
I can't describe his eyes...the request is impossible. They hold so many emotions and absolutely nothing all at once. They reflect his pain, but also his indifference to it. The stunning aquamarine holds such light, that is completely drowned by a sea of darkness. They image betrayal...but I cannot decipher if it is his or how another's has pained him. Filled with love...dominated by hate...possessed by neutral surrender. Perhaps that's why he hides them...beneath that shield of obsidian... They challenge themselves into hypocritical disaster... A battle he wishes no one to see...