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Who: Riku and others
Where: Around Verens
When: Middle of the month
Format: [ like this ]
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Summary: Just a gloomy gus needing some fresh air. Closed prompts will be top-leveled, open prompts free to anyone.
( TREE OF MEMORIES )
[ This place isn't anywhere that Riku has been before, though he's heard of it, somewhat. It's basically a tree that holds petals of memories from all those who come near it... or who inhabit the island... one of the two? Maybe both? Regardless, he's here, feeling the need to just get out and away from everything and everyone and he's made sure to keep himself relatively bundled up lest he end up sick again.
When a breeze gently drifts by, crisp and cool and allowing strands of silver to blow around his face, Riku catches sight of a drifting petal that falls from the tree and, perhaps without even realizing so, he holds his hand out and allows the petal to land in his palm.
The memory that it contains is one that seems almost ironic considering current circumstances of people within his life. It's distorted, perhaps a bit scratchy in a way, but it shows a sleeping Sora encased in what looks like a bubble. Standing outside that bubble and staring to the sleeping Sora is Riku, dressed in black and donning the blindfold much as he still does within this world. Off to the side, Naminé is there, sitting at a long table and seemingly sketching in a book, though she doesn't seem to address Riku within the memory. Gently, he reaches out with a gloved hand and presses it to the front of the bubble and the strongest emotion that can be felt even with watching this memory unfold... is grief.
It figures this memory would show itself now of all times and, to be honest, he almost finds it funny, as if a silent punishment personally dished out for him. Well-played, Tree of Memories.
Riku, of course, tries to brush off the memory and any feelings that might be attached to it. Though one can't exactly deny that the air around him seems a lot more chillier than anywhere else near the tree. ]
( IT'S RAINING, IT'S POURING )
[ What had started out as something that should have taken maybe ten minutes at most has turned into a good thirty minutes standing outside the tea shop in the pouring rain.
The weather hasn't been the greatest as of late and yet Riku thought he could pick up this box of tea for Cloud and be out of here before it started to come down like it is now. How wrong he apparently was. Thankfully, he's standing under the awning of the shop, arms crossed, blindfold on, finger tapping against the box of tea he holds. The rain doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon and the shop has closed, leaving Riku out here in the damp without an umbrella. He sighs, head lolling to the side as he shifts his weight to one leg, contemplating the thought of just sucking it up and walking back to Cloud's in this weather. ]
It's never going to stop...
[ Maybe you're stuck under here with him. Maybe you're passing by. Maybe you have an umbrella to lend to him. Or maybe you're out enjoying the rain. Whatever the case, Riku's not looking too happy... and the frost that's come to coat the tips of his shoes is a little bit of a hint to that. ]
Where: Around Verens
When: Middle of the month
Format: [ like this ]
open-ish
Summary: Just a gloomy gus needing some fresh air. Closed prompts will be top-leveled, open prompts free to anyone.
( TREE OF MEMORIES )
[ This place isn't anywhere that Riku has been before, though he's heard of it, somewhat. It's basically a tree that holds petals of memories from all those who come near it... or who inhabit the island... one of the two? Maybe both? Regardless, he's here, feeling the need to just get out and away from everything and everyone and he's made sure to keep himself relatively bundled up lest he end up sick again.
When a breeze gently drifts by, crisp and cool and allowing strands of silver to blow around his face, Riku catches sight of a drifting petal that falls from the tree and, perhaps without even realizing so, he holds his hand out and allows the petal to land in his palm.
The memory that it contains is one that seems almost ironic considering current circumstances of people within his life. It's distorted, perhaps a bit scratchy in a way, but it shows a sleeping Sora encased in what looks like a bubble. Standing outside that bubble and staring to the sleeping Sora is Riku, dressed in black and donning the blindfold much as he still does within this world. Off to the side, Naminé is there, sitting at a long table and seemingly sketching in a book, though she doesn't seem to address Riku within the memory. Gently, he reaches out with a gloved hand and presses it to the front of the bubble and the strongest emotion that can be felt even with watching this memory unfold... is grief.
It figures this memory would show itself now of all times and, to be honest, he almost finds it funny, as if a silent punishment personally dished out for him. Well-played, Tree of Memories.
Riku, of course, tries to brush off the memory and any feelings that might be attached to it. Though one can't exactly deny that the air around him seems a lot more chillier than anywhere else near the tree. ]
( IT'S RAINING, IT'S POURING )
[ What had started out as something that should have taken maybe ten minutes at most has turned into a good thirty minutes standing outside the tea shop in the pouring rain.
The weather hasn't been the greatest as of late and yet Riku thought he could pick up this box of tea for Cloud and be out of here before it started to come down like it is now. How wrong he apparently was. Thankfully, he's standing under the awning of the shop, arms crossed, blindfold on, finger tapping against the box of tea he holds. The rain doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon and the shop has closed, leaving Riku out here in the damp without an umbrella. He sighs, head lolling to the side as he shifts his weight to one leg, contemplating the thought of just sucking it up and walking back to Cloud's in this weather. ]
It's never going to stop...
[ Maybe you're stuck under here with him. Maybe you're passing by. Maybe you have an umbrella to lend to him. Or maybe you're out enjoying the rain. Whatever the case, Riku's not looking too happy... and the frost that's come to coat the tips of his shoes is a little bit of a hint to that. ]
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He's starting to wish he had a wyvern the size of Tarn he could call out to. ]
Alright.
[ Wait until Riku's ready then. ]
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After a moment and giving a couple nods, Riku begins to move again alongside Arden, breathing slow and steady, making sure to keep his grip on the other. Perhaps later after he's had some much needed rest he'll feel annoyed at this but, for the moment, to have Arden here like this, well... perhaps it's needed lest he end up just sleeping on the ground.
For now, he remains quiet in the moment, focused on his keeping his balance and even trying to walk a little quicker for both their sakes. ]
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There, at least now the only problem will be the stairs.
[ He stops at the base of the stairs, and then shifts to stand in front of Riku. This much he won't ask about - it's the best way rather than trust Riku's stamina after forcing himself this far. Sure, Riku could use the handrail going up one side and his other hand on the wall, but then they're still depending on his sense of balance to not hit the floor.
So instead of risk that, Arden grabs both of Riku's wrists and starts walking backwards up the stairs - slowly. ]
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Whose idea was it to have so many stairs?
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I think his name was Edward Elric.
[ The house wasn't originally like this, but with Sora continuing to invite people in... well, Roxas could only adapt by finding someone to expand the house for him.
One day they may talk about Arden seeing Riku at one of his weakest moments, but it wouldn't be while he was already this emotionally worn out. He was taking mental note after mental note - not to tell Sora about, but to come back to with Riku himself and maybe with his confidant Zenyatta, someone apart from their circle. ]
Two minutes and you can be alone again.
[ They reach the top of the stairs, and Arden waits for Riku to reach the top as well before figuring out if he can let go now. ]
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I feel like sleeping for a month...
[ Which, he's not so sure he'd be able to do even if he wanted to what with his nightmares as of late... maybe he can get a couple hours or even four. ]
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Hopefully not. Either way, I'll try to make sure you're not disturbed.
[ And whatever happened when he woke... whether he left again or came to find Arden to continue talking, that was up to him. ]
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And yet... he finds himself standing there, back to Arden, fingers gently clutching at the door frame. ]
Sora was right about you.
[ He says the words softly. ]
You're different.
[ A beat. ]
Thank you, Arden.
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And then there's moments like this, facing his fears and being told - in a not insignificant way - he'd succeeded at some of his goals. And for all that it gave him satisfaction, it made a difference for Riku too, and undoubtably would make a difference to Sora, even if he didn't find out the specifics. It could make a difference to Roxas and Ventus, maybe even Squall. He could have an impact in a positive way by trying - just like Minnie said he could when she knighted him.
So it's kind of a childish grin on his face when Riku says that, getting praise from such an unlikely source. What he labeled that source couldn't be answered yet, but this was a stepping stone towards that, so heck yeah he's gonna smile about it. ]
Heh...
[ Speechless, at first. ]
You're welcome, Riku.
[ He takes the opportunity to turn away first, trying to relieve some of the pressure for Riku to stand there any longer than he has to. He's got wyverns chirping and food to cook - and apparently two more people checking in on Izana, so definitely need a big meal prepared. ]