[ Riku trades a look with her, both of them holding their breath in that beat of expectant silence.
The bellow spurs them into action; she grabs his wrist and he doesn't protest, he reaches out for the handle of the closet door with the other to pull it shut behind them. In the light of their lanterns, sending fragments of light and shadow scattering off the walls of this narrow space, he motions to cover his ears.
It might set off the trap.
Then he places a hand over his heart. He closes his eyes. What he needs is the darkness and the best source he has comes from within - the greatest, the easiest to reach is all the grief and fury that lies just beneath the surface, what he swallows down into his heart so he can face each lightless day with the focus and determination he needs.
These are what he dredges up now, when he needs them: his complicated grief that can't and won't let go of them, the miserable and unceasing loneliness, the impotent rage that he should have and didn't prevent Kairi's death.
It billows out from him like a great black fog, filling up the space like dark smoke and obliterating from view everything, even the light of their lanterns. In it, Riku plugs his ears and waits for the concussive pressure of the trap to be felt through his whole body, if it's ever tripped at all. ]
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The bellow spurs them into action; she grabs his wrist and he doesn't protest, he reaches out for the handle of the closet door with the other to pull it shut behind them. In the light of their lanterns, sending fragments of light and shadow scattering off the walls of this narrow space, he motions to cover his ears.
It might set off the trap.
Then he places a hand over his heart. He closes his eyes. What he needs is the darkness and the best source he has comes from within - the greatest, the easiest to reach is all the grief and fury that lies just beneath the surface, what he swallows down into his heart so he can face each lightless day with the focus and determination he needs.
These are what he dredges up now, when he needs them: his complicated grief that can't and won't let go of them, the miserable and unceasing loneliness, the impotent rage that he should have and didn't prevent Kairi's death.
It billows out from him like a great black fog, filling up the space like dark smoke and obliterating from view everything, even the light of their lanterns. In it, Riku plugs his ears and waits for the concussive pressure of the trap to be felt through his whole body, if it's ever tripped at all. ]