[ Does he want to continue to fight this? To go through the push and pull that comes with ignoring the matching marks they both wear on the insides of their wrists that bounds them together as soulmates in this world? It's been weeks now, leading into two months about that he's been ignoring this, pining over Sora from afar, having to put Ven through this emotional turmoil that he knows the blond has been feeling because of their bond. This isn't fair to him and it's why he so desperately wishes that Ven was bound to someone else- anyone else aside from him.
And yet that warmth... that gentle warmth that touches his skin and sinks into his very heart calls to him in ways that Sora never truly has. The dizzying delight of the gentle warmth that is Ven is enough to melt the ice around his heart and fill the cold with soft, warm light, a light that is so very different from Sora's but just as strong in its own way. Does Ven even know that? Understand that? Or does he think of his light as dimmer- weaker than Sora's and therefore not as good?
To fight this warmth, to fight these blue eyes that look to him so gently with a reassurance laced with a curious fondness for him when he doesn't deserve it in the least... Riku turns his face into Ven's palm and gently, so very gently, lips ghost over soft skin in simple movement, not a kiss. But it's enough, oh it's enough to make his heart beat louder and his skin to raise in goosebumps as the mark on the inside of his wrist burns in such delight that it's enough to make him shiver and for eyes to fall shut.
It's ecstasy. Pure and raw ecstasy of touching the person he's physically and emotionally bound to.
It's a desire that he hasn't felt towards Sora - not like this - and one that feels so impossible to fight that he finds himself taking hold of that hand against his cheek, reaching out for Ven, and leaning in to brush his lips over Ven's in a kiss. ]
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And yet that warmth... that gentle warmth that touches his skin and sinks into his very heart calls to him in ways that Sora never truly has. The dizzying delight of the gentle warmth that is Ven is enough to melt the ice around his heart and fill the cold with soft, warm light, a light that is so very different from Sora's but just as strong in its own way. Does Ven even know that? Understand that? Or does he think of his light as dimmer- weaker than Sora's and therefore not as good?
To fight this warmth, to fight these blue eyes that look to him so gently with a reassurance laced with a curious fondness for him when he doesn't deserve it in the least... Riku turns his face into Ven's palm and gently, so very gently, lips ghost over soft skin in simple movement, not a kiss. But it's enough, oh it's enough to make his heart beat louder and his skin to raise in goosebumps as the mark on the inside of his wrist burns in such delight that it's enough to make him shiver and for eyes to fall shut.
It's ecstasy. Pure and raw ecstasy of touching the person he's physically and emotionally bound to.
It's a desire that he hasn't felt towards Sora - not like this - and one that feels so impossible to fight that he finds himself taking hold of that hand against his cheek, reaching out for Ven, and leaning in to brush his lips over Ven's in a kiss. ]