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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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.

Oh, he knows far too much to ever think otherwise.

He might be tired, but he can still do this - his hands on each side of her waist, he holds her firmly, and lifts her just enough to put them on equal level. The kiss he gives her in return is slow and deep, and not nearly as innocent.

Probably nobody was fooled by his oblivious act, before. And they especially can't be fooled now.

She smiles a little against his lips, moving her arms so they wrap around Riku's neck, bringing her a little closer to him as she shares the kiss, breathing in the scent of him, remembering every part of him again.

Oh, how she's missed this.

"So beautiful," Riku mumbles into the kiss. It's as sudden as if the thought just struck him, but that would be untrue - there's probably no moment that goes by where he isn't aware of her qualities in some way. "So amazing."

Now that he's here, he's not sure how he could spend another day without her, though he knows that it will have to happen soon enough. It wasn't fair that the world couldn't just stop needing him for awhile.

And then she's giggling a little, her lips still on his like they can't be pried apart for anything.

"I love you," she manages, remembering the words so clearly, remembering the memory itself so clearly.

"I love you, too," Riku says. He doesn't think that he could ever say it enough. It's almost still too wonderous to process.

He kisses her once more, before pressing his lips against her neck, breathing warm air over it. He does it in such a way intended to tickle.

She giggles again, softly -- who knew she could be so ticklish?

"Riku!" she exclaims, squirming a little.

"Hmm?" Riku asks, his voice ever so entirelly innocent. "What did I do?"

He answers this himself by repeating the action. He's not feeling silly or giddy at all.

"You know!" she manages to say while giggling some more. "I'm ticklish!"

"Oh, are you?" Riku asks, as if this is a brand new revelation to him. "How lovely."

Might want to find a way to stop him before he tries again, girl.

"No, it's not!" she protests, squirming further to escape from his grip before he can do something she's quite afraid of.

"I think it is," Riku says with a smirk, but he he finds that he quite prefers the idea of kissing her to teasing her. So he sets her back on the ground, before kissing her lightly once more.

After the light kiss, Naminé crosses her arms.

"Oh, you're awful," she says with a pout, though it is quite obvious she isn't mad at all for his teasing. She just looks at him.

"That's why you love me," Riku says, though that really doesn't make any sense at all. But he says this with his most charming of smiles.

"Because you're awful?" she asks, eyes widening a bit. Then she laughs softly, shaking her head a bit. "I don't love you because you're awful."

She takes a step to where she left her sketchpad sitting on the table. She flips it open to one of the very first sketches she did of Riku, in the library that day. She told him that only when she finished her sketch, would she show him.

Today appears to be that day.

"Despite of?" Riku queries, and follows her steps. He peers over her shoulder at the sketchpad, and blinks.

"When did you draw this?" he queries.

"I just love you," she replies a little matter-of-factly, then smiles at the drawing.

"Remember when I dropped my pencil above you? In the library a long time ago?"

"I remember," Riku says, smiling at the memory. "So this is what you were doing?"

He rests his chin on her shoulder, as he studies the picture.

"I wish I knew how to do this," he says, almost absently. "I've never been any good at it."

She nods a little, still smiling. She hadn't forgotten about the drawing, and worked on it until it was perfect.

"I could teach you," she offers, "if you want."

"Could you?" Riku sounds a little surprised at this offer. "I'm kind of hopeless."

People have tried. They've... failed. Usually by giving up with shouts of frustration.

She giggles. "Well, we won't know until we've tried," she says, holding her sketchpad out to him. "And I won't give up on you."

There are a couple of pencils on the table. She goes to the table to grab one, gesturing for him to take a seat.

"Don't feel bad if you've gotta take that back later," Riku says, and sits down in the chair. He picks one of the pencils, and gives it a sort of odd look.

"So you just want me to.... draw. Something."

She takes the seat to his right, picking up a pencil for herself.

"Try basic shapes first," she instructs, bringing her free hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle. "Draw a circle."

He blinks, and draws a circle. Or at least something that... may have meant to be one. It sort of looks like it got drunk on the way through the circle-making machine.

Er.

...

"Um..."

She clears her throat to excuse the giggle. "All right...try a square instead."

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