[Non-Challenge] Beach Syndrome
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kh_drabbleTitle: Beach Syndrome
Word Count: 316
Spoilers: -
Notes: 1 of 2 drabbles that focus on the relationship between Riku and Kairi - platonic or otherwise, their dynamic (or lack thereof) intrigues me.
She is an odd female, Riku concludes. He looks on as she finds a seashell and holds it to the sunlight, before tucking it into her pocket. Somewhere, not as-deep-down-as-he’d-like, he dreams that maybe she had picked it for him.
But then, this other boy – this brown-haired male with a heroic gait in his legs and a courageous spark in his eyes, comes dashing down the length of the beach. And Riku tells himself, why do I even bother? He plays audience to their meeting, sees their silhouettes shift for a moment (to a girl in a sundress and a boy with a crumpled smile) in front of the tide. And he knows that he will never be a part of that – of them. He is not like them, no matter how much King Mickey assures him that he is; no matter how much good he does.
Riku lowers his eyes and tries to salvage his confidence, pride – something more tangible than this.
He hears footsteps approaching, and thinks of an excuse to give Sora so that he'll be left alone.
“Join us?” Her hand reaches out for him.
He is stunned for a moment. When it passes, a hint of a smile spreads across his face.
Riku takes her hand, and she pulls him out from under the shade.
Word Count: 316
Spoilers: -
Notes: 1 of 2 drabbles that focus on the relationship between Riku and Kairi - platonic or otherwise, their dynamic (or lack thereof) intrigues me.
beach syndrome
Riku sits by in the shadow of the palm tree. He guards this girl with a stunning smile and coral hair – the one with a heart of gold and cotton soft skin. The one with the understanding words and eyes that can see through doubt and darkness and rage, that find light in the places he would never think to look (and in the ones that he did). This innocent, strong girl who would hold the hand of a man who had swept up her heart, confined it to a cage made from selfishness and power-lust. She is an odd female, Riku concludes. He looks on as she finds a seashell and holds it to the sunlight, before tucking it into her pocket. Somewhere, not as-deep-down-as-he’d-like, he dreams that maybe she had picked it for him.
But then, this other boy – this brown-haired male with a heroic gait in his legs and a courageous spark in his eyes, comes dashing down the length of the beach. And Riku tells himself, why do I even bother? He plays audience to their meeting, sees their silhouettes shift for a moment (to a girl in a sundress and a boy with a crumpled smile) in front of the tide. And he knows that he will never be a part of that – of them. He is not like them, no matter how much King Mickey assures him that he is; no matter how much good he does.
Riku lowers his eyes and tries to salvage his confidence, pride – something more tangible than this.
He hears footsteps approaching, and thinks of an excuse to give Sora so that he'll be left alone.
“Join us?” Her hand reaches out for him.
He is stunned for a moment. When it passes, a hint of a smile spreads across his face.
Riku takes her hand, and she pulls him out from under the shade.
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