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salmon_pink) wrote2014-07-11 11:57 am
salmon_pink) wrote2014-07-11 11:57 am
(Kingdom Hearts) The Scent Of Sunsets
Title: The Scent Of Sunsets
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Riku/Naminé
Rating: G
Words: 473
Timeline: 358/2 Days
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "perfume".
Riku’s face turns to her, even though Naminé is certain she hasn’t made a sound.
“Hello, Naminé,” he says, his smile small and warm, and she can’t help but return it, even if he cannot see her through the blindfold.
She misses his eyes.
“You always know I’m there,” she sighs affectionately, watching him ascend the stairs towards her, his gait slow and casual. He’s not necessarily more at peace now than when she first met him, but he’s more sure of himself, of his body and the way he can move. He’s grown more confident in himself, even if he’s still battling his own heart, struggling with his darkness.
“I recognise your scent,” he tells her, following her down the hall to her room.
“You recognise Kairi’s scent,” she reminds him, even if something aches within her to do so.
His fingers brush her wrist, light but deliberate. “It’s your scent, too.”
Warmth spreads through her at his words, at his touch, but Naminé forces herself to ignore it. The warmth doesn’t belong to her, no matter what he might say, and she doesn’t deserve it.
She doesn’t deserve him.
His black coat always looks wrong in the whiteness of her room, sharp and strange and out of place. He’s taller now, and she wonders what Kairi will think when she sees him, if her gaze will follow him the way Naminé’s always does.
“You haven’t been to see Sora in a while.” She regrets it as soon as the words leave her mouth. It’s not her place to say such things.
But Riku only shakes his head gently, not angry or offended. “No, I haven’t,” he agrees. I’m not ready, he doesn’t say, but she hears it all the same.
“Don’t worry,” she murmurs, and this time it’s her hand that reaches for his, her fingers that slide over his palm. “I’m watching over him for you.”
His hand grips her fingers before she can pull them away, turning them so he can hold them more firmly, more sweetly.
“Thank you,” he whispers, and he makes her forget herself, makes her believe that smile could be just for her. In those moments, she thinks maybe it is, because he’s smiling for the things she’s done, not the person she echoes.
“What do I smell like?” she asks, and she’s not sure where the words come from, but they make Riku laugh, sudden and surprised, pulling her a little closer as he sways slightly.
It’s so rare, to hear that sound from him, and her toes curl in her sandals.
“Like the ocean,” he tells her, voice happy and fond. “Like sunsets and palm leaves and paopu fruit.”
Naminé feels herself blush. “You like the scent?”
His fingers squeeze her hand tightly. “Yes,” he promises her softly. “I like it very much.”
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Riku/Naminé
Rating: G
Words: 473
Timeline: 358/2 Days
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "perfume".Riku’s face turns to her, even though Naminé is certain she hasn’t made a sound.
“Hello, Naminé,” he says, his smile small and warm, and she can’t help but return it, even if he cannot see her through the blindfold.
She misses his eyes.
“You always know I’m there,” she sighs affectionately, watching him ascend the stairs towards her, his gait slow and casual. He’s not necessarily more at peace now than when she first met him, but he’s more sure of himself, of his body and the way he can move. He’s grown more confident in himself, even if he’s still battling his own heart, struggling with his darkness.
“I recognise your scent,” he tells her, following her down the hall to her room.
“You recognise Kairi’s scent,” she reminds him, even if something aches within her to do so.
His fingers brush her wrist, light but deliberate. “It’s your scent, too.”
Warmth spreads through her at his words, at his touch, but Naminé forces herself to ignore it. The warmth doesn’t belong to her, no matter what he might say, and she doesn’t deserve it.
She doesn’t deserve him.
His black coat always looks wrong in the whiteness of her room, sharp and strange and out of place. He’s taller now, and she wonders what Kairi will think when she sees him, if her gaze will follow him the way Naminé’s always does.
“You haven’t been to see Sora in a while.” She regrets it as soon as the words leave her mouth. It’s not her place to say such things.
But Riku only shakes his head gently, not angry or offended. “No, I haven’t,” he agrees. I’m not ready, he doesn’t say, but she hears it all the same.
“Don’t worry,” she murmurs, and this time it’s her hand that reaches for his, her fingers that slide over his palm. “I’m watching over him for you.”
His hand grips her fingers before she can pull them away, turning them so he can hold them more firmly, more sweetly.
“Thank you,” he whispers, and he makes her forget herself, makes her believe that smile could be just for her. In those moments, she thinks maybe it is, because he’s smiling for the things she’s done, not the person she echoes.
“What do I smell like?” she asks, and she’s not sure where the words come from, but they make Riku laugh, sudden and surprised, pulling her a little closer as he sways slightly.
It’s so rare, to hear that sound from him, and her toes curl in her sandals.
“Like the ocean,” he tells her, voice happy and fond. “Like sunsets and palm leaves and paopu fruit.”
Naminé feels herself blush. “You like the scent?”
His fingers squeeze her hand tightly. “Yes,” he promises her softly. “I like it very much.”