[ The words are hushed as he stares down to Ven, that bit of height difference between them making the blond seem so much more fragile in this moment where an overwhelming urge to protect him quietly nags at the back of his mind.
The hand that holds Ven's wrist comes to turn it upwards, laying bare the shared mark on the inside of Ven's wrist while his own shows opposite of Ven's. Looking at them, they seem to pulse and thrum against their wrists and it has Riku stare to how brightly they seem to burn against this skin, even here under the moonlight. ]
Ven...
[ The way in which he says the blond's name is quiet and gentle, almost caring in a way that Riku hardly shows to others. But it's sincere, it's genuine, it's soft and worried and it holds a gentle weight to it that even Riku himself can feel. ]
If you don't want this, if you don't want me to be here... tell me. Sora means the world to me and I would do anything for him. But you...
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[ The words are hushed as he stares down to Ven, that bit of height difference between them making the blond seem so much more fragile in this moment where an overwhelming urge to protect him quietly nags at the back of his mind.
The hand that holds Ven's wrist comes to turn it upwards, laying bare the shared mark on the inside of Ven's wrist while his own shows opposite of Ven's. Looking at them, they seem to pulse and thrum against their wrists and it has Riku stare to how brightly they seem to burn against this skin, even here under the moonlight. ]
Ven...
[ The way in which he says the blond's name is quiet and gentle, almost caring in a way that Riku hardly shows to others. But it's sincere, it's genuine, it's soft and worried and it holds a gentle weight to it that even Riku himself can feel. ]
If you don't want this, if you don't want me to be here... tell me. Sora means the world to me and I would do anything for him. But you...
[ But you're the one I'm aching for. ]