#diverofhearts

       Chest still heaving from exertion, the corners of her mouth quirked up at the bewildered inquiry; a stark contrast to the solemnity of her expression prior. Observing the fumbling and pauses invoked an odd sense of déjà vu within her, having been in nearly the exact situation before.

       Ah, now that she’d had a moment to ruminate on the spur of the moment words randomly spouted during break, did it dawn on her how much a wasted opportunity this was. She should have said it while wearing the gift. That really would’ve done in this little game the two of them shared. It also might’ve been more appropriate speaking in jest given what day tomorrow was.

       The smile faltered at the following confusion of her friend, abruptly cut off in his realization. ❝ Wha— ? ❞  Before she could speak further, he’d already moved on leaving that bubble of wonder to linger in the back of her mind.

‘I knew you’d make it.’

Five simple words that held so much weight behind them. Had Riku really held that much hope and faith in him, even after all this time? Three weeks was a long time to be trapped in the confines of the worst-- being imaginable- 

They had tried, he had tried, to get here as soon as possible. To storm Xehanort’s stronghold and rip the young man back from his grasp. Such a response was clearly expected though, and it had taken them this long to manage to break through. Even now Mickey knew that Kairi and Sora were being pushed to their limits to keep the darkness back while his task was to get Riku and leave.

Even though he so badly wanted to find Xehanort and make him pay for what he had done but- doing that would just put Riku at more risk.

Worry stabbed at his Heart when the other collapsed, but it just took a moment to confirm that he was still breathing. “Riku...”

His body was hefted up under one arm almost effortlessly by Lea, whose simple response then was a small nod towards the King. “We have to get out of here before they return.” There was a tense edge in his tone that belied the emotions that roiled beneath the surface - he equally wanted to get back at Xehanort, but both of them knew that this was neither the place nor the time.

A chirring squeak escaped the small bat as he fluttered over to his master's side. Tiny clawed feet hooked onto the fabric covering his shoulder (and might have accidentally dug in a bit too far, oops) as he rubbed his furry face against Riku's.

it was a calm day, just like any other in twilight town. Today however was when this little town would get a visit from a strange lonely traveler with no home. he was young looking maybe 16 or 17 at the most with long brown hair and ocean blue eyes. As the boy walked threw the shopping district he took note as to how quiet it was. all the vendors closed there doors to him but he got the sense it wasn’t him that were  hiding from.