[ The warmth that comes to wrap around them... wrap around him is so gentle in a way that is different from Sora's, Riku finds. Sora is bright and shining, like the summer sun pouring down on your face in clear blue skies. But this warmth... this warmth that comes from Ven... it's gentle and soft and caresses his skin as a springtime breeze would, carrying with it the smell of what he thinks might be soft rain.
It touches his throat, pushes against his chest, and Riku, with his head turned away from Ventus, feels the warmth that comes from Ven rolling across his skin and it feels wonderful against his shoulders... even better on his throat.
Another cough, fingers gently lift to touch at one of Ven's hands and, still without speaking, he brings Ven's hand to touch at his throat and hums a little at the warmth that seems to melt the ice within. ]
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It touches his throat, pushes against his chest, and Riku, with his head turned away from Ventus, feels the warmth that comes from Ven rolling across his skin and it feels wonderful against his shoulders... even better on his throat.
Another cough, fingers gently lift to touch at one of Ven's hands and, still without speaking, he brings Ven's hand to touch at his throat and hums a little at the warmth that seems to melt the ice within. ]