' are you afraid of going to sleep ? ' riku's shoulder pushed up against sora's, leaning back where they sat against mysterious tower walls. the mastery exam had been tiring, and they should have been resting, but he could understand an unwillingness to leave oneself vulnerable after such a nightmare. he slowly reached over, guiding sora's head to his shoulder, fingers carding affectionately through his hair in a way he wouldn't dare if sora was wide awake. ' it's okay. i'll protect you. '
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what if i keep failing ? what if the keyblade chose all wrong ? what if — a sudden pause in doubtful mindset , though psyche of innocence still haunted &. plauged by his own inability to join riku amongst the ranks of master. not that sora is jealous in the slightest , don ‘ t get things twisted ! warrior of light will always be beyond proud of his companion for climbing the ranks ; it is something riku once found unobtainable after all , with the whole darkness fiasco continuing to weigh heavy upon the shoulders of boy atlas , but then again … this wouldn ‘ t have been such an issue if he hadn ‘ t fallen to the darkness himself. even if just momentarily. a heart once so strong &. overflowing with abundance of light , so easily swayed &. manipulated by the very thing he &. the others have sworn to combat against so , so valiantly. he would be lying to say that there isn ‘ t some form of disgust swelling something thorny in the back of throat &. pit of belly. silence veils save for the occasional chiming of bells in the near distance. legs formerly outstretched ‘pon massive architecture now brought to chest , arms snaking ‘round &. chin finding some form of refuge atop knees. perhaps the only thing truly keeping sora sane &. from spiraling in this very moment is riku himself. perhaps he is the very reason that lids find themselves so heavy in the midst of such immense stress. back to back , shoulder to shoulder , heart to heart. a bond forged from unbreakable diamond that sora treasures more than most things in this world. without riku … there ‘ d be no shine to his sun. there ‘ d be nothing to keep him grounded , he ‘ s certain.
island youth seems to be fending of oncoming sleep via very obvious dips of crown &. the sudden feelings of panic erupting within sanctum of ribs each times ocean wave hues comes to a minor shut. he ‘ s terrified , forget being scared. if he sleeps , he is certain there will be a reminder of his failures. of the nightmare that so viciously had him by the throat. so willing to rip his jugular clean open. maybe m ‘ just not cut out for sleeping , he thinks , though no sooner is sora graced with comfort laced familiarity of the one he trusts the most. albeit vocals are battered with a series of stubborn , childish mumbles , sora still finds himself leaning into riku ‘ s touch without question. it belongs there. he belongs here , side - by - side with his grin wearing hero. ❛ you ‘ re pretty comfy , y ‘ know . . . ? ❜ gentle murmur as crown of wild mocha gossamer settles unto riku ‘ s form. ( more so than it already is ? ) in an instant does sora ‘ s form find calm , once tense stance softening &. stretching out as it once did. ❛ you ‘ ll be here when i wake up , right ? ❜ eyes are heavy yet again , only this time is he able to peacefully drift to slumber. thank you , riku.
