Dead pretty eyes of salt-saturated hue set deep in a childhood rounded face; innocent and sweet and not knowing anything at all. Knowing nothing about where she was nor of her gloomy fate. She was just pretty glass-like eyes and pale still pliable body. Pliable compliant body to be carried around, dragged around and laid around.
Or so were his thoughts as he paraded her limp body and sightless eyes around and as he spoke of her broken fate to their anguished desperate friend. These were his thoughts as his lips sought out her sweet still-warm lips and as his questing quickening hands groped unabashedly at her budding bosom. She was limp and lifeless and listless; without a heart to keep her body warm. Just a body to be carried around, dragged around and laid around.
Her tiny floppy body, at this moment, was propped up on the soft bed by squishy pillows; with dirty shoes and mussed up clothes and all. Her little pale hand overlapped a warm thin arm, but her blind sea-tinted eyes could not see...
She could not see the slight body that was laid carefully beside her nor could she feel the disheveled brown hair tickling her heart-shaped face nor could she the vibrant sky-shaded eyes mirroring her own in their glassy unresponsive gaze.
The new floppy body leaned against her delicate frame and her slight frame leaned against his wiry frame. Both of their dead pretty blue-hued eyes could not see their silver-haired friend towering over them and they could not flinch at the darkness brewing deep in aquamarine eyes.
Warm lips sought out the boy's lingering warm lips and itching hands twinned themselves in cinnamon coloured hair.
"Sora..."
Mouth sought out the crook of the girl's pale neck whilst fingers pinched at her girlish bosom.
"Kairi..."
Pale thin hands with pale slender fingers explored and mapped and pinched the listless bodies of his friends in quiet wonderment. Though their eyes remained blank and their bodies stiff, he continued to taste the boy's salty bitter taste and the girl's sweet tangy taste and he reasoned his actions with a simple mantra: minethey'remineminethey'remineminemine. The small frail girl was his. The small supple boy was his. They belonged to him; they were his and not each other's. The pretty girl and the sweet boy will never turn to each other in childish affection simply because they were his.
He sighed and watched the two barely-not-children with soft possessive eyes. They were his and he will protect them, care for them and love them, but only if his dreaming flippant boy came to his senses about dropping the cheery sometimes wise girl and leave their care and protection to him. If only.
He sighed once more and kissed each one quite gently; though he kissed the boy a little more tenderly. The boy had to be returned later, but for now all the silver-haired boy did was lie between the two soft slight bodies and hold them close against his dark beating heart.
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This sort of takes place in Neverland, loosely though. I just drew a picture with Kairi and Sora with sightless eyes and this came up. Hm, I thought my first Kingdom Hearts story would be Riku/Sora, but it turned out to be Riku/Sora/Kairi. Wow.