#he too would do whatever it takes to keep sora safe asbdnjm

[wingbladed]

     The sea breeze ruffles through blond locks as he lounges on the sun-warmed sand, his bare feet stretched out towards the glittering body of water. Judging by the reds and oranges beginning to streak across the cloudless sky, nighttime is swiftly approaching. Ven shifts in anticipation, finally casting his silent companion a curious glance. 

     The two of them have scarcely spoken a word to each other since Ven convinced Riku to accompany him on a visit to his homeworld, but never once has the silence between them felt uncomfortable. If anything, Riku’s presence is somehow familiar and comforting all at once. As reliable and constant as the ocean lapping against the shore, steadfast, like the earth upon which all things stand upon. Ven chalks up to the numerous years he spent within the safety of Sora’s heart ( a firsthand witness to the journies the young boy embarked on, the trials he overcame with his Keyblade in hand, the friends he made and lost and found again ), but he feels like he already knows Riku. And yet, no matter how fond the emotions and memories that stir into wakefulness in his presence are, Ven knows they aren’t really his own, and so he casts them aside with a small smile, his hands sinking into the sand as he leans back on them and watches the sun begin to steadily slip beneath the horizon.

    “ It’s weird, but sometimes I kinda feel like I know this island like the back of my hand. ” Ven muses suddenly, wriggling his toes deeper into the sand as another wave laps lazily at his ankles. His lips twitch into a half smile. “ Guess I spent so much time here in Sora’s heart that it already feels like home. He always made everything feel so warm and bright. ”

     He tilts his head to peek across at the boy sitting beside him, his smile turning contemplative. It’s the place where they first met, too— when Riku dived into Sora’s heart to wake him up after their exam went horribly wrong ( Ven did everything he could to shield Sora from the darkness seeking to prey on him, holding out for Riku’s certain arrival ), but the memory of their brief interaction is vague and fuzzy, like trying to peer through frosted glass. But it’s one of the few memories that Ven can certainly claim as his own. 

     He wonders, absently, if it’s a memory Riku shares.

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