[ He laughs and Riku looks away from Vanitas with a slide of his eyes that isn't entirely committed to rolling. He wishes there was a little more left to what was in his cup just to chase the...
Not quite embarrassment. Irritation, he calls it. It's never anything less than a battle with Vanitas, he should enjoy the challenge but instead he finds it joyless, in spite of his resemblance to the boy he spent so much of his life pushing and pulling.
Funny that the idea only came to Riku when he was thinking about that old story Kairi used to tell them, one that had been told to her, not by the Mayor but maybe from the time before she arrived after starlight rained across their idyllic skies. That the light hides in the dark, after those who loved and coveted it fought each other and plunged the world into darkness.
He feels a little like he's lost a bet. That goes over about as well as one might expect, if one knows Riku, and his expression sours a little, momentarily. Vanitas turns and with his gesture his posture becomes open. Riku leans into it, his gaze locked onto his bright yellow. Strange the difference, now. It's like he's waking up, or that first gasp of fresh air a drowning man catches between slapping waves. ]
Do you still feel Sora? Want to?
[ He doesn't expect an answer. He expects a reaction, and hunts for it in his golden gaze. ]
Help me and maybe we'll survive long enough to make that happen.
[ Vanitas had said he was the shadow kept in the prison of Sora's heart. That makes him like the others who sought refuge there, by design or by fate. Roxas, Ventus, Xion. They all embraced their new and independent existences once they had them, but Vanitas surely must feel the lack where he once was.
If they were connected so intrinsically that Sora would scream in abject agony at the moment of his demise... and besides that, the darkness loves the light, in a way. That means something. Sora means something, having touched so many hearts.
Even his. ]
We won't survive long enough to guide him back by ourselves. We need a way to hide the light.
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Not quite embarrassment. Irritation, he calls it. It's never anything less than a battle with Vanitas, he should enjoy the challenge but instead he finds it joyless, in spite of his resemblance to the boy he spent so much of his life pushing and pulling.
Funny that the idea only came to Riku when he was thinking about that old story Kairi used to tell them, one that had been told to her, not by the Mayor but maybe from the time before she arrived after starlight rained across their idyllic skies. That the light hides in the dark, after those who loved and coveted it fought each other and plunged the world into darkness.
He feels a little like he's lost a bet. That goes over about as well as one might expect, if one knows Riku, and his expression sours a little, momentarily. Vanitas turns and with his gesture his posture becomes open. Riku leans into it, his gaze locked onto his bright yellow. Strange the difference, now. It's like he's waking up, or that first gasp of fresh air a drowning man catches between slapping waves. ]
Do you still feel Sora? Want to?
[ He doesn't expect an answer. He expects a reaction, and hunts for it in his golden gaze. ]
Help me and maybe we'll survive long enough to make that happen.
[ Vanitas had said he was the shadow kept in the prison of Sora's heart. That makes him like the others who sought refuge there, by design or by fate. Roxas, Ventus, Xion. They all embraced their new and independent existences once they had them, but Vanitas surely must feel the lack where he once was.
If they were connected so intrinsically that Sora would scream in abject agony at the moment of his demise... and besides that, the darkness loves the light, in a way. That means something. Sora means something, having touched so many hearts.
Even his. ]
We won't survive long enough to guide him back by ourselves. We need a way to hide the light.