tall_dark_and | absences and distractions ; the witch's tower

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absences and distractions ; the witch's tower

Riku's been away from the tower for far too long. He can't spend every day there, as much as he would like to - there's debts that he has to pay back, and goals that he has to achieve.

The last mission, so to speak, has taken him a few weeks. It feels like much longer, with each day longer than the last. He never thought he'd get so attached to someone - at least not in a capacity other than frend. He certainly never thought someone would get this attached to him.

He's more than a little tired. He's been up for twenty-five hours or so, and he's about ready to crash.... or at least, he should be. But despite the fact DiZ had taken one look at him and promptly ordered him straight to bed, he can't seem to sleep. All he does is toss and turn. He thinks he knows the cure - if only he can manage to sneak out.

But why couldn't he sneak out, anyway? It's not as if DiZ was his father.

He casts an apprehensive glance at the door, and then raises his hand to call a darkpath. And when there's no sound of someone coming to interrupt him, he jumps up from the bed, and hops through it, before anyone can possibly try to stop him.

...too bad he didn't take the time to check himself out before hopping through, because he kind of ends up hitting the ground of Namine's tower in his bedclothes. But boxers and a tshirt was... totally suitable visiting gear.

Honestly.

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Naminé had been carefully re-sorting most of her older drawings and filing them away into one of the boxes by the shelf. Some of them are quite old, many being light and messy sketches -- gesture drawings, really -- hardly worth to keep. But Naminé found it hard to throw anything away.

The sound of something heavy thunking somewhere inside her room startles her from her task. She whirls around to find a boy -- her boy -- on the ground looking a little unkempt but endearing nonetheless.

"Riku? What are you doing here?" she asks a little amusedly.

Riku sits up, pulling himself into a more dignified sort of position. He might as well try to look like he meant to hit the ground, even if that's obviously not true.

"Why am I here?" he asks, with a broad grin. "To see my favourite girl, of course."

She giggles, placing her sketches down on the ground beside her. Then she gets to her feet to approach him.

"It's been a while, hasn't it Riku?" she says with a smile.

"Yeah," he says, looking up at her. "Way too long a time. Painfully long a time. I wasn't sure if I would survive."

He places a hand on his heart, as if it's been wounded. But all dramatics aside -- it's all true. He wishes he could have seen her sooner.

She crouches down to her knees so that she is at level with Riku now, then giggles again.

"I missed you, too," she says.

He pulls her hand towards him, so that he can place a chaste kiss on the palm of it. "And what has milady been up to during my absence?" he inquires. "Achieving higher levels of fine art and beauty?"

Oh, Riku. He certainly is a charmer, isn't he?

She lets out a gentle and light laugh. "Would it please you," she begins, "if I were to tell you that I've just been passing the time away until I could see you again?"

Riku grins at her. "Well, you've got me now," he says. "So what are you going to do with me?"

Really. A charmer.

A smile reaches her lips, bright and at peace. She sort of has an idea as to what she'd like to do with him, but...she isn't that sort of girl to barrel him with kisses just yet!

"First, I'd really like to hug you," she says a little shyly.

"Wish granted," Riku says, and holds his arms out open wide to her.

To which she scoots closer towards him then leans forward, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

Oh, it is better than she remembers. With his warmth, and the familiarity of his smell and the way he is...she misses it all.

Riku holds her just as tightly; one hand on her back, the other in her hair. He presses a kiss to her cheek.

"Missed you," he says quietly, far more serious now.

"And I missed you," she returns just as quietly. A brief moment later, she smiles, burying her face into his chest, suddenly embarrassed.

"It's been very boring without you," she admits, blushing. Not to mention, practically unbearable. "I'm so happy to see you."

"I'm yours until I pass out," he tells her. "And I won't have to go anywhere tomorrow, at least."

He runs his hands through her hair, again and again.

"You can have all that time."

"I'm glad," she says, "because...I want to spend all day with you." She lets go of him then, and takes his hand.

"Have you been all right?" she asks, leading him further into the room. The pile of scattered drawings are still on the floor in disarray.

"Tired as hell," he says. "Spent a lot of time the past few weeks trying to find stuff for a guy. It took awhile."

He wishes he could be more specific, but he really can't - not in the castle. But he's sure she'll understand.

"What's with the drawings?"

"Hmm..."

It's true, she's curious to know more than his vague statements, but she's never really been the prying type, and besides, she knows how the walls can hear everything within the castle.

"I was putting some of them away," she explains. "Some of the older ones."

"Just don't get rid of them," Riku says. He leans down, and picks up one, studying it.

"These are something to keep."

"I won't," she says with a smile. "I'm just packing them away, making room for the new ones."

She points to the storage box. There are already a few sketches inside it.

"Do you need any help?" Riku offers. It might go faster with two hands, after all. He's not sure how urgent a project it is.

She shakes her head. "No," she says, "I can always do it later. It isn't as important as spending time with you."

"Okay," he says. There's a hint of a smirk at the edge of his lips. "Then how shall we spend that time?"

She smiles. "I don't know," she says -- and if one were to listen closely, they might have heard a hint of suggestion in her voice.

"Anything you want."

"That's a broad catagory," Riku says, leaning against the wall. "I want a lot of things."

Maybe you can help him narrow it down, Namine.

She approaches him, hands behind her back, fingers laced together. With a smile, and a tilt of her head, she stops right in front of him, their bodies practically touching each other.

Then she rises on her tip-toes and kisses him. It's an innocent gesture, but Riku should know that there's always more to Naminé's kisses.

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