#dawnled

[catncore]

"pretty sure you never told me what happened."

❝ ah. yeah, that's probably right. ❞ because it was never really easy to talk about. hanekoma wasn't very proud of the things shibuya went through. the whole reason why joshua was in the dreaming traverse town in the first place. it was a lot of bad results. a lot of people died when that world fell to the darkness. heartless were one thing, but buildings collapsing due to an unnatural disaster was another.

❝ i'd never seen th' sky split open like that before. it'd been such'a nice day that day- but suddenly, things got dark when it wasn't supposed to. the wards i'd set up failed because something got through them.... they'd only been able to if they got through the surroundin' citys. shinjuku was likely long gone by th' time it'd broached our walls. ❞ hanekoma fished for his cigarettes, keeping his eyes forward as he autopiloted pulling the higher from the small carton and pulled one of the cigarettes out to light.

❝ there were hundreds of thousands of them. all different kinds of purebred heartless. i was over by udagawa when i first saw th' oncomin' wave. it wasn' supposed t' happen. shibuya had two different keyholes. th' outer city walls, an' a second one where th' composer was supposed to be. ❞ he brought the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag to hold the tobacco in his lungs before exhaling deeply. ❝ something got to the outer keyhole. opened th' defenses, an' i ain' no keyblade holder. i might be able t' make'em but..... well, if i had th' ability to use one- maybe things would'a turned out different. ❞

he still blamed himself for what happened. maybe if he'd checked the wards the reinforce them more often then maybe shibuya would have been safe for a little while longer. whatever had kept him from checking seemed so pointless now.... but even then, maybe he wouldnt have been able to get to joshua in time. maybe things would have turned out worse.

❝ anyway, th' city still exists. maybe not the same as quadratum- it is a similar enough city that it can keep joshua safe for the time being where traverse town cant. i've been tryin' t' find my way back to our home so we can reclaim it. if i could get to where it was, i could have someone who could use a keyblade lock it temporarily so i could work on getting all those purebred heartless out. th' city's alone out there an' she don't deserve that. she's been through enough. i jus' gotta find a way t' get back to th' inner sanctum of th' city to help stabilize her an' open a bridge for joshua to come back safe. ❞ finding shibuya was a lot more difficult after being in traverse town. the citys coordinates were all fucked up now and he'd been back to that area many times, but shibuya was just..... gone.

❝ joshua needs to stay alive. i wont let him go back to the city on his own, even if it calls to him. if a heartless takes his heart- everything is over. an' both of us bein' in th' same place at the same time will cause more intense heartless to come out. there are things that want to eat him..... fuck, there are things that wanna eat me, out there. beyond jus' general heartless behaviors. it'd be catastrophic if a heartless got either of us.... so, yeah. it's complicated. ❞

[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?"

[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 . "

[thevoidofemotion]

The dawnlings aquamarine eyes narrowed [ [ s l i g h t l y ] ] at that statement as he pushed himself off the wall and further into Vanitas’ view . When he was close enough , he glanced him over [ [ o n c e ] ] , skepticism painting his features .

“ — Uh huh . You know . . . “

Riku mused with a slight smile .

“ — I never thought you knew how to be shy .”

he clicked his tongue, turning away. was there a twinge of red to the pointy tips of those ears? hard to tell through that pitch black hair, but...

"I'm not being shy. I'm just avoiding the topic."

[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.

[mooncyclereader]

My reading goal this year is only 10 Books!

So far i read seven! Here are the titles in order of reading:

"L'ora dei dannati " The hour of the damned (italian publication) by Luca Terenzi

"The Phantom of The Opera" by Gaston Leroux

"Jurassic Park" By Michael Crichton

lThe Lost Word" by Michael Crichton

"Spin the Dawnl By Elizabeth Lin

"Bellman & Black" By Diane Setterfield

"The House on the Cerulean Sea" By TJ Klune

As you can see i'm rather miscellaneous in my tastes.

I am now starting a trilogy and hopefully they will make for the last 3 books that i need for my reading goal. But even if i don't, oh well!

[herocarved-a]

Last year, they had spent New Years with everyone else from the Guardians of Light at Disney Castle, watching fireworks blaze across the sky. This year, however, was a bit closer to home -- rather, it was home, or at least the islands; the Main Island always had large celebrations for New Years, including large fireworks displays, among markets & carnival activities for kids and adults alike.

They'd had their fair share of the carnival games, wandering around the markets, & Riku spoiling Sora rotten with food, games, gifts (really, they spoiled themselves & each other by both participating in everything paid for), and were finally on the way to the market entrance. There's the chime of bells, a particularly explosive firework, and a chorus of "Happy New Year!" from everyone around them.

It makes Riku's heart swell, that they're able to celebrate this - finally, they're able to have some consistent celebrations, something they'd long ago taken for granted.

He leans down, placing a hand upon Sora's cheek, and presses a kiss to his lips - long, deep, uncaring of those who may be watching - and love fills him fit to bursting as they part, at the sparkle in Sora's eyes.

He loves him, so very much - more than anything, words or actions or anything else, could describe.

"Happy New Year. I love you."

@dawnled

He's never had alcohol, not even the little sips most children take from their parents glasses out of curiosity, but he thinks maybe the dizzying warmth that makes him laugh a little too much is similar enough. There's a sense of joyous, sleepy contentment as he, just this once, is pulled gently along by his fiancé. It seems only right after spending the evening being the one to drag Riku around the festival grounds.

Sora holds a stuffed paopu fruit, several sizes larger than the real deal, in his free hand. The half-hearted, cryptic confessions disguised as less-than-nice jokes have become a tradition between the two of them. His only regret is that he's not the one that won the stuffed toy - how would he ever do better than this!?

It's amidst these swirling thoughts of silly competition that he's pulled back to reality; it's become natural, second nature, really, to pause when Riku does, and the lack of movement doesn't immediately trigger a warning to him. The moment their lips meet, however, he hums in surprised contentment. A tinkle of laughter clings to the back of his throat as he follows Riku's lead. He tilts his head just so, and leans into the hand against his cheek.

There's that dizzying feeling again. His heart erupts with those pesky butterflies once more. There's gratitude that settles warm in his soul that they've been allowed this small reprieve to be young adults in love.

"I love you, too."

Sora finally murmurs against lips almost more familiar than his own as he chases them, climbing to his toes to do so. The sound of fireworks drowns out the chatter and cheers - but even if they didn't, the teenager turned warrior would undoubtedly remain blissfully unaware of those around him.

Finally, at last, he settles back on his feet, and curls his free arm around Riku's waist as the continue towards the entrance of the festival.

"I think my New Year's resolution is going to be to grow a paopu fruit as big as this toy."

[herofists]

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 !

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

[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."

[darkheartedprince]

You probably shouldn't bully Sora for his height. He's closer to your knee caps and doesn't have to reach as low to whack them with a stick

The dawnling simply shrugged . ❝ -- He can hit me in my kneecaps and I can hit him in his emotions . One of those hurts more . Besides , he wouldn't . He's too nice . ❞