╰ 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍.

starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’

‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’

‘  you are teaching me to love  ’

‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’

‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’

‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’

‘  you are my good days  ’

‘  i have been loved dearly  ’

‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’

‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’

‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’

‘  there will always be another day  ’

‘  there will always be another mercy  ’

‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’

‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’

‘  i am terrified for you  ’

‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’

‘  today i am thankful  ’

‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’

‘  come and get me  ’

‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’

‘  i think i broke again last night  ’

‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’

‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’

‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’

‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’

‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’

‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’

‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’

‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’

‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’

‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’

‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’

‘  this life is an altar  ’

‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’

‘  there is a mountain in me  ’

‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’

‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’

‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’

‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’

‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’

‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’

‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’

‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’

‘  you scare me a little  ’

‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’

‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’

‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’

‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’

‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

dream eater riku is important to me and that’s all i can say. i’m passionate about it.

𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 ♡ /  /  @bravecharms​

      EVERLONG sunset. crimson, gold, aurelian rays of warmth and longevity. much like a heavenly abode called home, though all the better. sora could spend eternity within such a utopia, live off of decadent fruit-like beads of luminosity, drink from fountains of lambency embellished aqua. all the more, however, a lovesick boy finds all he could ever require, ever long for, is right in front of him. for riku was evergreen, far more than the leaves growing from branches, it’s sickly pollen tickling his nose, he was warm, far more than eventide closing around them, for he was welcoming ; because riku was home.

𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.♡

     &nbspdancing upon utopian clouds, letting sun seep into skin already kissed, a sky-led youth’s heart fills with joy as he’s held up a little higher,    ( of course sora wanted to see the horizon past the trees, and who was riku to say no ? )    and sora is on top of the world, quite literally, tanned arms wrapped around a paler being than his own though all the more mellow. together, the two watch the sunset like that, watch greenery fade into black, no longer lit up by heavenly rays & the goddess herself ; watched the sky dim with celestial goodness & flourish into something greater. & just like that, the golden wood was two boys empty.

𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.♡

      for sora yearned to see what snowgleam wood looked like too, felt like. little did he know that the frozen landscape would sting to touch even in ones dreams, would redden ones cheeks & make raspy, tired breaths color in the bluntest of whites. warmth dances on ones skin, and that warmth is riku, touch ever so gentle against a sun-kissed boy as he holds onto him, ensures sora’s clumsy self doesn’t end up against that illuminated sheet of ice once more. that’s where they share their first kiss of the night, against a glacial sheet, laced within laughter & everlong promises of love, of adoration. it was so cold.

𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭.♡

      laying against cerulean dreams & honey pollen, one’s own celestial view merges with views above as they lay in the moonlight wood. lost. he could truly get lost here. forever holding onto his piece of the universe that was so unique, so heavenly, so intoxicating— and oops. carried away, yet again.       with a squeeze to interlocked extremities, a thumb strokes the back of pale hand, ever gentle & though the action was oh-so sweet, a hollow feeling of loss fills his chest, knowing what would come next as the boy beside him cradles his face, presses those kisses against a facade that welcomed them whole heartedly. for it was never going to last, never going to satisfy him in a world where one was so devoid of company, devoid of the one person you want the most, if any.       crystalline & lucid, sora just manages to brush a tear off of his cheek, and a laugh, ever so dulcet, escapes past a throat that’s fogged with melancholic sadness.

      a grip tightens around another, his heart hammers against the confinements of ones chest, but it’s not enough, it’s never enough. illuminating around one like azure fireflies, riku shatters heavenly, each piece of his essence slowly depleting in opacity until there’s nothing but an empty palm enclosed around nothing.

‘ there’s a high price to pay for wielding such power foolishly. ’

      alone. oh how sora now loathes the term. though it’s permanent, and his body is cold and he’s no longer home. sunsets are rigid. ice is cold. pollen is sickly. sora just loves riku. that’s all.

♡   “  HE ‘ S  always  picking  up  the  slack  for  me . ” ♡   “  it ‘ s  pretty  hard  not  to  smile  around  HIM .   ”

♡ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚 … 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 .​

touch meme . send one to do to my muse .

001.   grab their hand .

002.   kiss their cheek .

003.   give massage .

004.   kiss hand .

005.   high five .

006.   cuddle .

007.   cry on . 

008.   shoulder hug .

009.   bear hug .

010.   kiss them .

011.   pinkie promise .

012.   piggy back ride . 

013.  give them food . 

014.   from behind hug . 

  ↳  ➤➤     @bravecharms   ||   magnetic  ;;  before the wind blows it all away.   ||   continuation of.(  i wrote this w a sleep playlist on spotify playing so idk for ultimate enjoyment?  )

sparkling rays of morning have long since passed   &   birds quieted their songs hours ago   (  he thinks he might’ve half woken up to it… though it wasn’t much longer before he fell into sleep again  ).   afternoon sunlight begins streaming into the room   &   he has been awake, only barely so,   &   no words have yet to leave him. the only indication he has returned to the realm of waking is that his eyes were open, albeit even then they’re mostly hidden   &   refusing to look up at dawn child, despite body near curling into   &   facing his. head isn’t quite resting on his shoulder, though honeyed tresses are absolutely tickling   &   brushing against his neck.

how can he?  when surely riku’s night was anything far from peaceful,   &   all surely because of the ghosts he bears. no faraway memories of ventus, nor vanitas, nor even sora   (  who will only continue to plague him the most  )   had invaded his dreams that night. not even the reliving of xion’s end   &   the guilt that comes along with it.

no, instead, from what he can recall, they were pleasantly abstract. purified ocean waters   &   bright blue sky above caressing him, though not trying to drag him under or take him into the final stop of existence. a careful tug-of-war between the two as he rose   &   fell on gentle waves, basking in the warmth twilight offers.

if the memories had not haunted roxas, then it’s only likely that they had chosen riku in his place. he wonders who’s memories he had seen, who’s he had to relive,   &   who’s eyes he had to see through. the likely assumption is sora’s, of course, that first adventure the body is still ruined by. if roxas had realized it sooner, the effect he would have on this master, perhaps he wouldn’t have dared ask   (  rather, implications of an inquiry  )   to trespass   &   stayed in his own room. fights   &   threats   &   grudges are one thing, but causing past guilts to resurrect when that was the last of his intentions are another.

he’s fragile   &   cautious as he shifts, unsure if riku still sleeps or if he, too, had simply laid awake   &   breathed in such a foreign atmosphere, enough to finally allow arctics to look up at his face.   &   what greets him only sinks more strange tinges of regret into his stomach. a bright cyan trailing from   &   staining his lips,   &   he doesn’t need to ask where it came from because he knows. knows all too well, has seen it peek through himself when injured much too hard. but this isn’t the result of wounds; this is the result of him, of his presence in the night, of the memories   &   dreams riku took into his hands without conflict. he can’t help the soft breath that leaves slightly parted mouth as his hand, that’s as cautious as his shifting was, rises   &   permits fingers to trail over   &   wipe away liquid.   ❛  i’m sorry…  ❜   whispered into the safety of the blankets   &   vocal hopefully only to himself.

if riku wasn’t awake before, then the contact or quiet apology had disturbed him. tired verdants   (  did roxas see a different color in there or was that his imagination?  )   open enough to be seen   &   the embarrassment of being caught is soon to follow, pink to dust his cheeks.   &   still his fingers do not retreat. extremity that isn’t his joins him, digits curling around the palm of his hand,   &   he can only beg   &   plead it’s a silent way of saying   ‘  apology accepted.  ’

shoulders tense when braveheart speaks, groggy   &   all, only to request oblivion to stay even longer than he has,   &   shoulders lax again   &   brief confusion bleeds. isn’t that overstaying his welcome?  there are no responsibilities tugging at his ankles today   — — —   &   if there were they would have come looking by now, yes?   — — —   perhaps he could remain…

there’s a hum to vibrate his lips   &   throat in response, in thought, in hesitation. fingers are on the move again, dragging pads along his cheek   &   smearing more residue of his memories on dream eater.   ❛  …are you sure?  ❜   the resounding stare that nearly adds another please convinces him   &   he presses a little further into riku as an answer, hand all but embracing his head now when fingers slip past his ear   &   paints more   &   more of him in roxas subconsciousness.   ❛  —do you mind if i need to come back to you again?  ❜   he hopes he doesn’t have to explain why,   &   the   “ not at all ”   that brushes against his earlobe seems…a little too fearful of the opposite. too eager for him to stay. too scared of a night without him?  no.

optics close again,   &   breaths come   &   go easy,   &   he finds his cheek resting against shoulder.   ❛  you might want to wash your face off.  ❜   says nothing of his own fingertips,   &   playful smirk to finally pull at the corners of his lips.   ❛  &   if you tell anyone i’m here, i might have to come back when you’re sleeping   &   take a wrist as compensation.  ❜