Kingdom Hearts fic: Fractured Moments - Day 1 - "Ring"
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museficSummary: Riku considers all a ring could symbolize.
[Set early in the hypothetical post-KH2 fic.]
Riku looks at the silver key, gleaming like captive moonlight between his fingers.
Once a silver ring, matching an impossible gown meant to glow like the moon. The second in a set of three. The ring, along with its two partners, gifted to him in thanks.
And then melded seamlessly with a tiny golden key, brought to him by the wind itself.
It has a feel to it, like its own life flickering inside the metal. Not quite the near-heartbeat-electric-something of a keyblade, but not so far from it. Riku tightens his fingers. The key feels skin-warm. It should be just his own heat in the metal, but he knows that it's always felt that way. Even after being plunged into the icy water of a river, it feels warm. It's also easy enough to assign... romantic value to that warmth. Purely in the fanciful sense. Of course.
One of three rings, and then the key, delivered by the wind, but from them. So like a romantic—fanciful—fool, he sent the other two rings, shining like the sun and glittering like the stars, to them in return. Hadn’t thought that through well enough, hadn’t considered the symbolism he was trying so hard to get away from. The thoughts he shouldn’t be entertaining, the pressure they should be freed from.
A set of three.
But since he can’t stop those thoughts, not here in the middle of the night when he’s alone, it’s tempting to think they retain a connection: that this is somehow the warmth of Sora or Kairi wearing the rings (or were those keys now too?) that he had sent to them. Had they heeded the advice (the begging, the pleading) that he'd sent with? Go home. Don't follow. Please, please just be safe. Take the happily ever after you've earned, and let me work to earn mine, so I’m strong enough to come back. Maybe he can pretend that the heat meant they'd returned to the Islands, that it was sun-warmth from days on the shore, from island sun.
Riku tucks the key back under his shirt, letting it rest over his heart, pretending he isn’t imagining their warmth instead, pretending he doesn’t hope they feel his.
[next chapter]
[Set early in the hypothetical post-KH2 fic.]
Riku looks at the silver key, gleaming like captive moonlight between his fingers.
Once a silver ring, matching an impossible gown meant to glow like the moon. The second in a set of three. The ring, along with its two partners, gifted to him in thanks.
And then melded seamlessly with a tiny golden key, brought to him by the wind itself.
It has a feel to it, like its own life flickering inside the metal. Not quite the near-heartbeat-electric-something of a keyblade, but not so far from it. Riku tightens his fingers. The key feels skin-warm. It should be just his own heat in the metal, but he knows that it's always felt that way. Even after being plunged into the icy water of a river, it feels warm. It's also easy enough to assign... romantic value to that warmth. Purely in the fanciful sense. Of course.
One of three rings, and then the key, delivered by the wind, but from them. So like a romantic—fanciful—fool, he sent the other two rings, shining like the sun and glittering like the stars, to them in return. Hadn’t thought that through well enough, hadn’t considered the symbolism he was trying so hard to get away from. The thoughts he shouldn’t be entertaining, the pressure they should be freed from.
A set of three.
But since he can’t stop those thoughts, not here in the middle of the night when he’s alone, it’s tempting to think they retain a connection: that this is somehow the warmth of Sora or Kairi wearing the rings (or were those keys now too?) that he had sent to them. Had they heeded the advice (the begging, the pleading) that he'd sent with? Go home. Don't follow. Please, please just be safe. Take the happily ever after you've earned, and let me work to earn mine, so I’m strong enough to come back. Maybe he can pretend that the heat meant they'd returned to the Islands, that it was sun-warmth from days on the shore, from island sun.
Riku tucks the key back under his shirt, letting it rest over his heart, pretending he isn’t imagining their warmth instead, pretending he doesn’t hope they feel his.
[next chapter]
