#dawnled

[herocarved]

"I'll always tell you this, as many times as you need to hear it; you are the most important person to me. I love you more than anything, and I will always do anything for you. You never have to feel bad for telling me something, asking me something, or wanting me to do something. I will love you no matter what happens, no matter what anyone else says. I know things have been hard, and being here has been scary, but I hope our time here has shown you that you are always my most precious person."

for @dawnled !

He finds Riku leaning against the rail of the balcony. The rain from earlier stopped, but there's still the occasional drip from above that helps to create a symphony of plink - plops . Below, the city continues as a constant, nagging buzz ; once upon a time, the noise bothered him. It grated on his ears, his nerves, his everything as he so desperately ached for the silence of the islands. Now, it's unnoticeable. He isn't sure if he should be glad for that or not.

Sora finds himself hesitating, just a little, by the sliding glass door that leads between the balcony &. the apartment as he watches Riku's back. He sees the steady breaths in the subtle rise &. fall of his shoulders &. the easy way in which the young man leans against the railing. There's something welcoming in the quiet strength he carries with him - but he also can't help but not want to disturb that serenity.

Sora's messy. He's chaotic, loud, restless, emotional, reckless - he's everything Riku isn't. But isn't that what makes them so strong together ? Their differences are their strengths - but still, Sora stands at the threshold of their apartment, lips pursed, eyes distant, heart thrumming with a quiet anxiety.

&. maybe it's his heart that Riku notices or maybe he knew from the beginning that Sora stood behind him. He straightens from his slouch against railing &. turns to look at Sora. Their eyes meet. He's drawn out of his thoughts, just as he's drawn to Riku's side by the hand that beckons him. He takes the offered hand &. although Riku's fingers are cool against his own, there's something profoundly comforting in the way their fingers twine together so easily.

Sora.

He's leaning into Riku's warmth when his attention is drawn up, up, up ; he looks at those seafoam eyes, those serious set of his lips, the furrow of his brows &. he knows he needs to listen.

But it's hard to hear those words, even though they're so full of devotion that he can practically feel the ache resonating in Riku's heart. The promises spoken remind him of those moments when Donald and Goofy made him feel small &. weak &. a burden to Riku. Don't bother him. Figure it out for yourself. The melancholy that settled so deeply into his heart after the harsh reprimands threaten to return. His eyes dip away, only to be drawn back by fingers against his jaw with Riku's resolution to be heard.

&. even if Sora could ever not believe Riku's words, it's impossible to ignore those eyes that are somehow both soft with his desire to love &. hard with that rigid determination to be heard.

The relief comes first. His chest feels lighter. Each breath comes a little easier. He smiles - not the forced smile that hurts his jaw, the smile that he shares when he's reminded heroes aren't allowed to be sad - but a real, genuine smile. My most precious person. Not a burden, not a distraction - but the most precious. He knows Riku isn't one for words. He speaks with his actions - with quiet hugs that envelope Sora in warmth &. keep the shadows at bay ; with forehead kisses or real kisses, full of that determined adoration that Riku's always so eager to share with him. To speak with words signifies a special kind of importance.

&. Sora wants to reciprocate that love with his own ; he needs to show Riku that nothing, not even his own crumbling self-worth, could possibly get between them.

His fingers tug free of Riku's - but they don't stay absent, as they instead settle on the man's hoodie. There they curl into the soft fabric and tug his dearly beloved down, down, down. Their lips meet. There's a moment where he thinks Riku might pull away in his surprise. That moment passes as their lips slot together, like two halves of a whole. He feels steadying hands on his hips, a stray thumb pressing against the brown skin beneath his shirt, &. for the first time in a long while, there's only love left to devour him.

As his arms stretch to curl around Riku's neck &. a hand buries itself into the thick nest of silver, he breaks away from the kiss almost regretfully. His lungs ache with the need to breathe, though, and his heart demands that he reciprocates more, more, more. Their foreheads touch &. all that's left are those sea saturated eyes.

"You're mine, too. There's nobody I trust or care more for than you. I don't want to be stuck here with anyone else. I love you, Riku."

[sparesovereign]

random inbox things // always accepting

@dawnled asked: ❛ you know, i’ve rarely seen snow before . sora , kairi & i lived on tropical islands as kids , so it was never cold enough . ❜

Anna's brows raised in peaked curiosity, having no memory of Sora making mention of islands during his last visit to Arendelle but judging by how cold the poor boy was throughout his previous time in the kingdom, the Queen honestly wasn't too surprised by the statement.

"Guess we're opposites then! I've never really seen warm islands before.", Anna remarked with a light chuckle. "I remember at one point wishing Elsa had tropical magic. I would love to see some sandy beaches and warm suns. Don't get me wrong! Arendelle's wonderful and it does get warm here but it's still the mountains so, let's just say; Snow is our specialty! Especially with Elsa around."

She looked out over the kingdom with a fondness that warmed her heart and yet a longing that broke it. How she wished she could travel as Sora, Riku and his friends did. To see the world she had often read about as a child. But her duty was to Arendelle, so Arendelle is where she would remain.

"What's your island like? Is it big? Small? Are there sea turtles? Is the water as clear as they say?" As she often did, Anna began her questioning at a break-neck pace but fortunately for Riku, she was quick to realize the fault and cased her ramblings. "Ahem, sorry. That's not why you're here. You're here because of Sora, right? I'm really sorry but I haven't seen him since the last time he visited. He was a big help to us! We sure could have used him around when Elsa was hearing voices.", the Queen laughed awkwardly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "How long has he been gone for?"

[herocarved-a]

12.

@dawnled --- kissing meme ; "sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss."

Sora suppresses the urge to yawn into his fist. It's late, impossibly late, even for the consort soulmate of a vampire, and he'd do just about anything to escape the "social gathering." The entire vibe is tense; there's an undercurrent of stress as predators people meant to be solitary gather to discuss the darker politics of the city. He feels it even in the way Riku's arm is curled so protectively around his waist, in the tightness of the fingers at his hip.

He doesn't complain about being tired and bored, though. He begged Riku to take him along tonight; he absolutely insisted that he wanted to come. He didn't care that it'd be boring. Please, Riku, I want to be there to support you! And, of course, Riku caved under his spoiled determination, as he always has.

It's not like I regret coming, anyway. He reassures himself as he leans further into the cool comfort of his soulmate. It's easier to ignore the sidelong glances and simmering derision at having a "consort" within the extravagance of the ballroom while he's tucked into Riku's side.

Eventually, Sora glances up to take in the profile of his dearly beloved, and, of course, his throat tightens just a little bit at how beautiful the vampire is. He's ethereal in his beauty, even when there's a familiar stoniness to his expression; he hates these functions as much as Sora does. He wonders sleepily if there's something he can do to distract him from the vying for power within the community he barely tolerates.

A thought itches to life in the back of his mind, and bright eyes move to survey the grand hall --- there, right there, it's perfect. A familiar smile, full of mischief, twitches across his lips. In the next moment, he's pulling away from Riku. His fingers catch the vampire's chilled ones with silent insistence, and it's hard to know if Riku follows because he's shocked by the suddenness of Sora's actions or if he's just resigned to all of Sora's playful antics.

The little alcove feels stuffy, almost claustrophobic, but Sora's laughing (giggling, really) as he pushes Riku further into the dimly lit area. He'll blame it on sleep deprivation later.

"I love you."

Three simple words, yet, they carry so much power in them. He could never get tired of saying them. Never, ever, ever. And in the quiet moments afterwards, Sora takes the opportunity to lean up, up, up for a kiss. Their lips meet in a way that's become more natural than breathing to him. They catch just right, in such a seamless, practiced way --- and Sora drowns in the love, in the aching devotion, that he feels in that kiss.

His arms curl possessively around Riku's neck, and his weight is transferred primarily into his dearly beloved's taller frame. His mouth tastes crisp, like citrus and peppermint, and there's regret that whines from his throat when their lips part. He steals a breath as Riku's forehead comes to rest against his. In the darkness of the curtained alcove, he can only see the glitter of the vampire's eyes.

"Thank you for letting me come with you tonight."

His heart bleeds excitement and love when his lips are stolen again --- maybe tonight wasn't so bad, after all.

[herofists]

@dawnled /

"Whoa! Have you gotta taller or am I gettin' shorter?"

[the-composer]

"You still haven't explained anything about Traverse Town. And I have a feeling it's only worse, here in Shibuya,"

There's a pause, at least, in this reality beyond his own, where it almost feels like he's still trying to get used to his own skin,

"----but I'm glad you and the others got home safe."

@dawnled​

“My, my, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, Dream Eater.” He conveniently overlooks the mention of Traverse Town (and he will until outright asked), instead choosing to hone in what he was interested in.

“The feeling’s mutual--” He stops himself abruptly to reconsider his words. Riku appears to be alone, so they may not have all made it back. In which case... “No something’s amiss...” A solicitous frown creases his brow. “How did you get here... or rather, what was the last thing you remember?”

[groovepawn]

Shiki felt a bit guilty, abandoning Eri like that, so suddenly, but she didn’t want to risk the inevitable questioning that would come from a person so involved in the more complicated side of her life. While, in her memory, Riku was anything but a chatterbox, refusing to so much as maintain a friendly conversation lest she follow him from one district to the next, he wasn’t exactly tactful either, and all it took was one obvious question, “why do you look like that?”, to give her away. 

Not unrelated, somehow, it felt easier for her, too, back then, to talk so easily to a stranger, a boy her age, when she had a pretty face. As he peers down at her and smiles a touch, Shiki can’t help but avoid his eye-contact, feeling a little embarrassed as she did. Certainly he could read her for dead, most especially when compared right next to Eri, who felt no shame in openly flirting with him. “It’s been about the same for us, too,” Shiki nods, a year, or at least, she thinks so. She’s still just coming to terms with the fact that it happened for real, and it wasn’t just a dream.

By the tone of his voice alone, almost desolate in its affliction, she can tell he’s suffering greatly with the loneliness of losing his dearest friend. His Partner. “That man, the one who took Mr. Mew… he’s caused you a lot of problems,” Shiki realizes, looking down at the aforementioned plush in her hands. Empathetic and caring for her friends, nearly to a fault, she holds her stuffed animal tight to her chest, hugging him for security. “I’m so sorry, Riku.” Shiki couldn’t help but wonder if she felt rather the same, thinking of the absence her own important person had left in his wake. “You must really miss him,” and she was sure, Sora really missed him too.

But just like the hero she’d pegged him as from the start, the resolve in his voice quickly shines through, and she looks back up to him, forcing herself to find his gaze despite the glasses glare reflecting in front of her own. She offers him a demure smile. 

“You really do sound like a knight sometimes, you know that?” she giggles, not only saying it to tease him, but also because it's true. “And if you’re a knight, Sora’s your prince, waiting to be saved."

“Hey,” Shiki says, holding her hand out for him to take, as if asking him to make a pact. “While you’re here, I’ll help you look for him, okay? You won’t find anyone who knows Shibuya as well as I do.” Be it this plane he’s searching upon, or that of the dearly departed. “Sora may be missing, but you’re not alone.”

part of the reason he doesn't ask questions is, perhaps, because it's not the right time & place -- of course he'd like to know why she looks different , or , he supposed , more accurately , why she had looked like her best friend when he'd last seen him , from the way he sees the two of them now ; but they're in the middle of a busy street , & something tells him that catching up on her tale since they'd parted , or even catching her up on his own , would take a bit longer than a leisurely stroll through the streets .

another part was that he , of all people , knew very well what it was like to be in someone else's body -- it could be a traumatising experience , & while he had come to terms with his own & may even tell it to someone who knew & dared to ask , he knew that wasn't universally the case . while shiki & her friend still seemed like best friends , practically glued at the hip , it may not be something she wished to discuss .

& third , quite frankly , he knew it wasn't any of his business -- she was here , in this world beyond the ones riku knew , & having her as a familiarity in a place he thought he'd find none---- it was more than he thought he would get . he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth .

he smiles , just a little bit , as she admits she's glad to see him too - it loosens his shoulders from a tension he didn't realise they'd held , though he does blink as she laces her arm around his , eyes drawing to her by his side , then to her friend , whose wink makes his cheeks feel even warmer than before .

well , if that wasn't a familiar situation .

he snaps out of it by shiki speaking again as she untangles herself from him , eyes drawn back to her - though her words make his heart drop further into his stomach, dread a dark , heavy stone dragging down his lungs .

" in our time , it's been about a year , "

the words feel like ash in his mouth , against his tongue , & though he tries to dissuade it , his lips tilt into a slight frown at the recollection - he's been through a lot , to say the very least , but the last year , though quiet in terms of danger , had not been kind . it had been physically , mentally , emotionally taxing , in ways he had to push through on his own ,

" we---- we fought in a war against xehanort , the cloaked figure you met in traverse town . we won , but after that---- he disappeared . we've spent all this time searching for him , & eventually , i was lead here . "

there's a slight pause , as he tries to recollect himself - his fists clench by his side , if only for a moment , resolution strengthening his posture ,

" i'm here to bring him home . "

[dawnofailure]

hello my dawnlings i may have neglected you for a bit but have pride duo.. does this make up for my absence!

[darkheartedprince]

x. @gravitasfatum sent from HERE : ❝ i'm doing some of my best work here and you don't even have the decency to roll your eyes at me. honestly it's hurtful. ❞

Riku just STOOD THERE watching Xigbar do . . . whatever he was doing , with one hand on his hip and his keyblade in the other . With all the disrespect in the world , Riku never understood why the Organization had to be so . . . [ [ f l a s h y ] ] . He was flashy himself , sure , but he was a Master and allowed to be . They were flashy , in Riku's eyes , just to be extra . It took too much time . Was the hope to [ [ d i s t r a c t ] ] people ? Maybe . It never worked on Riku , though . if anything , the dawnling grew [ [ b o r e d ] ] of battles quicker .

" -- I just want you to get on with it . " Riku replied , dry as the desert . " -- If that's your best work , you need improvement . "

[eiikyuu]

make your character into a bunny !

taken from : @daruda

tagging : @papillionsoul , @wishfell , @dawnled , @anyone who wants to

[mintytealeaves]

Rose Colored Snake Eyes (13317 words) by PhoenixSunshroom Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucifer Magne | Morningstar/Original Female Character(s), Original Characters/Original Characters Characters: Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Original Characters Additional Tags: Legit have NO idea how to tag this, this is an au not set in Hazbin hotel world, its only got Lucifer and his brothers, its very original, sorry Hazbin stans Summary: There are two kingdoms in this story. The Flora, elegant plant like humanoids with powers like no other being. And the Fauna, shapeshifting animal people with barbaric tendencies (some of them anyway) They have been at war for centuries but now, all will be at peace. The Flora princess, Briar Dawnling has been betrothed to the Fauna youngest prince, Lucifer Morningstar. Neither know each other…until this one fateful night. Follow Briar on her adventure to learn more about her kingdom, her world, and herself.

[ninthnocturne]

The six - foot dawnling just smirked as he lifted Myde higher. Now he can see the cabinets above the fridge . To Riku, he was having fun and thus he did not put him down despite Myde’s many protests .

"Riku if you don't put me down this instance I am letting Ven and Roxas paint your room pink. And I will be giving them the glitter puff paints." He threatened.

[herocarved]

For @dawnled ! ( starter call . )

" I don't get it. "

The young man's voice carries notes of confusion ; his brows furrow ever so slightly as he stares up, up, up at his fiancé. His arms cross with that first telltale sign of defiance.

No. When has Riku ever told him no before? Never.

( Well, okay, not never . . . )

" Espresso isn't that bad for me. "

Yes, yes it is.

He's just choosing not to remember the jitters, the racing heartbeat, the frantic paranoia that kept both of them awake into the early hours of dawn. Those were outlier side effects ! They definitely wouldn't happen a second time ( or was it a third time now ? ).

The coffee shop - their favorite coffee shop since his imprisonment in this graveyard - beckons with soft music, soft lights & the promise of a reprieve from the cold rain of Quadratum. He feels the chilled drip, drip, drip against the back of his neck, even through the hoodie, & it's tempting to give up the idea of coffee in favor of warmth & hot chocolate -

maybe, but only because it's Riku.

[herocarved-a]

He used to only know how to fake being good. It was always with a bit of a saccharine smile, one just a little bit too sweet or witty, one that people might catch on to if they weren't such goody two shoes and didn't have the utmost of faith in everyone.

But now, he's actually learning to be good - and overall, it's actually not that bad.

It has its moments, sure, like everything, but he can't find himself complaining - not when it reunites him with his brother, finally, once trapped on the Isle alone, and the wizard boy who's now become the love of his life, his ray of sunshine among the darkness of his past.

That same boy who he loves so very much - who taught him how to even love in the first place, in the way all those fairytales used to make sound so magical.

That same boy who's currently tucked into his side, basking in the streams of sunlight passing through their dorm room window like the cats that sometimes roam the academy. If Riku listened hard enough he figured he could almost hear purred sounds of contentment as he brushed fingers through chocolate strands, and though it's likely coincidental, there's a small smile that crosses his love's face as sunlight catches on the ring he gifted him, what feels like forever ago.

"I love you,"

It's one he's cherished more than anything else he's ever had, besides the boy wonder who gave it to him,

"You mean everything to me."

@dawnled

Once upon a time, he sought the approval of the wizard that had taken him in as his apprentice; he played by all the rules, did as he was told, never stepped out of the cloistered life he'd been given. He wanted to make the elderly Yen Sid proud of him, and to give him confidence in his choice to adopt him.

Then he met the delinquent from the Isle, and he learned how to breathe.

There had been moments of uncertainty as he taught Riku to choose right over wrong - and then, even more uncertainty when he decided to break the rules the first time. But coming home with the boy he'd come to cherish more than anything made the guilt worth it.

Sometimes, it's okay to break the rules.

Yen Sid hated that.

But now that he's curled into the warm strength of his the ex-villain, and the opinion of others no longer hold that same amount of weight in his heart, Sora can't find it in himself to care if he's a disappointment to the stuffy, old man.

The fingers that brush through his unkempt hair draw his attention. His eyes, once closed against the warmth of the daylight, crack open, revealing the reflective pools of sky blue; his smile drips sleepy contentment, and of course, his attention can't help but be drawn to the ring.

It carries a promise of their happily ever after - after they graduate, of course.

"I love you, too, Riku."

His voice is soft, hoarse with almost-sleep, but honest and earnest and so, so full of his love for the young man that once tried to use a love potion on him for more nefarious reasons.

It's a funny story now, so he doesn't mind, not really.

Sora forces himself to sit with a stretch and a yawn, before he casually, lazily, reaches up tug on Riku's collar. Their lips meet, and the kiss is nearly ruined by the rising amusement that ripples through him as giggling joy - but he holds it together as the kiss finds its rhythm, and his chest aches with the love he feels pulsing through his soul.

"And you're my forever."

[herofists]

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 !

tagged by: @dawnled ! tagging: anyone who sees this !

[scorporia]

dawnling it's such a cute term

[kukyc]

⌜☬⌟ ➡ It didn't matter whether if it was off stage or on stage there was always room to improve ones skill. Vanitas had always been told that by the very man who had helped train him and now worked with, Leon Oswald. He had been working hard to earn the approval of the one they call the 'Shinigami' so this little trick wasn't enough.

��            It didn't matter what troupe his mentor joined Vanitas had been one to always follow, after all he would be the one to steal the spot light from Leon. That was his biggest desire, to prove to Leon that he was talented and able to preform amazing stages. So when the other came to Kaleido Stage Vanitas naturally followed. To say it was jarring being here with people who were brighter and happy with just about anything. Mostly that girl named Sora, she was a bit of a wild card he wasn't expecting.

             Still his time here had taught him that it was okay to make a mistake so long as he took it as a chance to grow. This really hit home when started doing performances with Riku, a man he had considered his rival and deep down - a friend. That is what led him to his current point of hanging from the trapeze bar in thought. He wasn't satisfied with the current maneuver he was working on for the new production so he was trying out a few different things. But nothing worked the way he wanted and each time he tried nothing worked out the way he wanted. He had been pondering so much that he was unaware of the bar coming to a halt nor the door being opened.

             Feeling the sudden cold press to his cheek he jolted slightly but never enough to lose his balance. If anything his knee's tightened around the bar to keep himself from falling. Golden gaze narrowed in annoyance till they fall on the silver haired youth and he sighs heavily. When offered the drink he takes it with a snatch as he released some of the tension in his legs to allow himself to flip over the bar.

             Landing on his feet with ease he opened the drink to down the cool contents. Humming lightly in thought he shrugged to Riku's question. "I can't seem to get those move to work the way I want." He honestly answered before giving the other a look. "So what brings you here? I thought you would have been off practicing somewhere else by now."