[ Somehow this moment feels so fleeting and yet to see Ven being the one to pull away... it's as if time somehow stops around them and the colour from the world slowly begins to drain.
This isn't... this isn't how this should be, is it? He should be the one to pull away from Ven, to turn around, to walk away, to try and pretend that he doesn't feel an overwhelming desire to be around the blond as much as he possibly can be. It's... cruel, so cruel and selfish to think that he should be the one to do this and yet when Ven does it, when Ven begins to gently pull away from their bond... it hurts. It hurts so much to think that his soulmate is uncertain of him, that he could very well believe that he doesn't deserve to be stuck with someone like him. It's all the things that Riku has claimed to want, that were true... so then why does this hurt so much?
For a moment, he seems frozen in place, staring to Ven with his words just barely penetrating his whirlwind of thoughts as he stares after him and it's in this moment that he realizes he could very well lose him. That Ven, of all people, his soulmate... could be gone.
And it's all his fault.
With haste, Riku moves suddenly and fingers wrap around Ven's wrist as he pulls him back, wanting to have the blond face him. His jacket has fallen, discarded and not important and rather than pull him in for an attempt at a kiss, Riku comes to fall to his knees, hanging his head in shame. Strands of silver cover his face, fingers gripping so tight at Ven's wrist that he silently worries he might hurt him. But the pain of the mark on the inside of his wrist that throbs at the thought of losing Ven here... it's so much more worse than he could have ever imagined. ]
Don't... [ The word is so gentle, soft, broken almost as he grits his teeth and stares to the ground. ] ...don't leave.
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This isn't... this isn't how this should be, is it? He should be the one to pull away from Ven, to turn around, to walk away, to try and pretend that he doesn't feel an overwhelming desire to be around the blond as much as he possibly can be. It's... cruel, so cruel and selfish to think that he should be the one to do this and yet when Ven does it, when Ven begins to gently pull away from their bond... it hurts. It hurts so much to think that his soulmate is uncertain of him, that he could very well believe that he doesn't deserve to be stuck with someone like him. It's all the things that Riku has claimed to want, that were true... so then why does this hurt so much?
For a moment, he seems frozen in place, staring to Ven with his words just barely penetrating his whirlwind of thoughts as he stares after him and it's in this moment that he realizes he could very well lose him. That Ven, of all people, his soulmate... could be gone.
And it's all his fault.
With haste, Riku moves suddenly and fingers wrap around Ven's wrist as he pulls him back, wanting to have the blond face him. His jacket has fallen, discarded and not important and rather than pull him in for an attempt at a kiss, Riku comes to fall to his knees, hanging his head in shame. Strands of silver cover his face, fingers gripping so tight at Ven's wrist that he silently worries he might hurt him. But the pain of the mark on the inside of his wrist that throbs at the thought of losing Ven here... it's so much more worse than he could have ever imagined. ]
Don't... [ The word is so gentle, soft, broken almost as he grits his teeth and stares to the ground. ] ...don't leave.