tall_dark_and | (no subject)

"A story," Riku says. "About us."

He kinda sucks at writing, but he... tried, anyway. The effort was all that mattered, right?

"I wrote it so you'd have a story of your very own."

He offer the notebook to her, too.

The amount of 'Awwwwww' going on within Naminé wants to burst out right now like a waterfall.

She tilts her head, her long-ish blonde hair falling over one side of her shoulder. "You wrote a story?" she asks, unable to keep the admiration in her voice. She takes the notebook, then straightens a little as she flips it open.

In it, she studies Riku's scrawl for a moment, smiling to herself. "I can't believe you did all this for me," she says softly, her voice barely audible.

"I'd have done more," he says, "But I didn't want to use up -all- the good ideas."

He gives her a crooked grin.

She closes the book after another moment, letting it rest on her lap, eyes shut, overcome with emotion.

"I don't know what to say," she whispers, opening her eyes once more. They are shining with unshed tears. "Except...I love you, Riku." She holds the notebook in one hand, then stands from the chair to hug him. "And thank you."

"I love you, too." Riku hugs her back. "That's why I could miss a day that would let me show you."

She blinks away the tears blurring her eyes and giggles into his shoulder.

"--love you so much," she repeats, her voice muffled.

"I love you," Riku intones, "More than the sun loves the Earth."

Riku is feeling a little silly, so he's going to -let- himself be silly.

Hey, why not?

No reason why he can't be silly. Naminé loves him all the more for it.

Another giggle escapes, then she pulls back and raising on her tip-toes, kisses him.

Riku kisses her back, and when it's over, he's got a mischevious glint in his eye.

"Anything else you might want for Valentine's?" He asks "Something I might have forgotten about?"

She runs her fingers through his hair gently with one hand while the other traces the edge of his jaw-line.

She shakes her head, smiling. "No," she replies, "I have all I could ever want."

Dark thoughts threaten to surface in Riku's mind; but he's good at ignoring these... at least when he's not alone. So he pushes them back, as it is -not- the time.

"Not even a pony?" he asks, teasingly. "Because I can -try- to get ahold of one."

Yeah, right.

She shakes her head again, letting out another soft giggle.

"I just want you," she says innocently, almost as though this is the clearest fact in the world. "I don't want anything else."

Riku smiles brightly. Yeah, that definately helped get rid of the negative thoughts.

"Well, you've got me," he assures her. "For forever and a day."

"I know," she says sweetly. "And I am yours, too."

Riku presses a kiss to her cheek. "I'm glad," he says, quietly. "I'm not sure I'd be able to do some of it witout you."

There are no words to summon up how important she is, honestly. It'd take five whole dictionaries to even start attempting to try.

She gives him another rather misty sort of smile, one that is vague but isn't.

Any and all thoughts of Larxene's conversation with her suddenly don't matter at all. Why should they? They are so happy together, she and Riku. What could possibly be wrong about that, right?

And she doesn't want to think about how the future might change because of this, either. Why shouldn't she be allowed to be happy sometimes?

He wants to tell her how hopeless he was without her, how lost he had been. But this is an occasion where he wants to be -happy-, not concerned about darker things. So he pushes that away, too.

He's running his hand through her hair, watching fascinatedly how it always falls back into perfection from his fingers.

"Did you know that flowers have meanings?" he asks, suddenly.

"No," she admits, looking up into Riku's eyes, content with the feel of his fingers in her hair. She wants so much to be even closer to him, closer than they are right now, but that sort of closeness is impossible on a physical level. "They do?"

"Yeah," Riku says, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "Like if you put red and white roses together..." Just like he had happened to do, hm? "It can mean heavenly love."

He smiles.

"Heavenly love?" she repeats, then smiles widely at that. What a beautiful concept...it makes her feel warm and so happy she isn't sure she can contain it anymore. And it doesn't matter, either way.

"What a wonderful meaning. I like that." Because every moment spent with Riku really is an example of heavenly love.

"Me too," Riku says. "It's the only thing I can think of that could come close to this."

Even if actions are supposed to speak louder than words, it's nice to weave out some pretty statements, too.

It is, isn't it? Sometimes pretty statements can move things along quite nicely.

She can't stop smiling. Everything Riku is saying to her makes her more and more happy. This Valentine's Day thing is a really nice idea, and the roses, the gifts...she wishes she had something she could give to Riku in return, though she isn't sure what she could possibly give to him.

She wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly, wanting to close the very short distance between them.

Give him? She didn't need to give him anything. The best thing he could get was her presence.

Riku hugs her back, just as tightly. "Now you have another memory to think about on," he says, and smiles.

"Mmhmm..." she murmurs, closing her eyes. For a moment she doesn't move or speak or anything.

As though in a trance, she just remains still, listening to the beating of his heart -- a lovely and steady rhythm -- and takes in the scent of him, the feel of his arms around her, and his warmth -- in every sense of the word.

Is this another 'no words' moment? Well, Riku can go along with that just fine. So he just holds her, one of his hands gently rubbing her back.

It's possible that during the times he embraces her, it's one of the rare moments where he actually feels peace.