[ The walls of ice that Riku has put up around his heart slowly begin to melt the second that Ven's warmth touches them. It's difficult, so very difficult and there's a part of him that wants to lash out, to fight back, to tell Ven to stop being so reassuring and caring towards him. That he doesn't deserve his affection nor touch nor warmth. None of it. He's pushed at him, buried his heart around thick walls of ice in an attempt to protect himself from this mark- this stupid mark on the inside of his wrist that burns when he's pulled away from Ven yet warms and tickles in delight when he's right here with him.
But Ven is warm, so very warm and in ways that Sora isn't. Sora is bright and shines through the darkness like a beacon of hope. But Ventus... Ventus is that gentle light at the end of the tunnel that one sees when surrounded by darkness and he can feel him in this moment, feel that gentle warmth touching at his skin, at his heart, melting away the ice into water.
Because with forcing himself to be away from Ven, to be away from the one who emotionally and physically understands him on such an intimate level where words don't even need to be said to convey how he feels, let alone what he thinks of something... to be away from that person is a pain so much more difficult than the darkness suffocating him in shadows and Riku isn't so sure he can keep doing this.
Without even realizing it, he takes Ven's hand on his shoulder into his own and presses it against his cheek, the sound of a gentle gasp leaving his lips as he does so. This person here... because that's what he is, regardless of what anyone else may say or think, he's his own person and Riku has never looked at him as anything other than that. ]
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But Ven is warm, so very warm and in ways that Sora isn't. Sora is bright and shines through the darkness like a beacon of hope. But Ventus... Ventus is that gentle light at the end of the tunnel that one sees when surrounded by darkness and he can feel him in this moment, feel that gentle warmth touching at his skin, at his heart, melting away the ice into water.
Because with forcing himself to be away from Ven, to be away from the one who emotionally and physically understands him on such an intimate level where words don't even need to be said to convey how he feels, let alone what he thinks of something... to be away from that person is a pain so much more difficult than the darkness suffocating him in shadows and Riku isn't so sure he can keep doing this.
Without even realizing it, he takes Ven's hand on his shoulder into his own and presses it against his cheek, the sound of a gentle gasp leaving his lips as he does so. This person here... because that's what he is, regardless of what anyone else may say or think, he's his own person and Riku has never looked at him as anything other than that. ]
It hurts less when you're here.