Kingdom Hearts fic: Fractured Moments - Day 19 - "Sling"
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museficSummary: Riku and Sora visit a world that doesn't allow magic.
[Set somewhere around "Dragon" and "Wild."]
Riku made a face as Sora helped him up into the wagon. Sora suppressed a smile as he also helped Riku sit down. The footing wasn’t terribly even, and only being able to use one arm made it more difficult.
Once Riku was settled, Sora sat down next to him, leaning close as the wagon started to move. They didn’t have the wagon entirely to themselves, but they could talk quietly without being overheard. “How’s your arm?”
Riku glared at him, and used his “good arm” to adjust the sling. “Good as can be expected.”
Riku’s arm was fine, of course. Sora had cast the cure spell himself after a poorly timed strike by an enemy club had broken the bone. Unfortunately, several of the soldiers had seen the hit, and had seen the way Riku’s arm bent, and therefore knew it had been broken. Sora and Riku had managed to convince them that the group’s medic didn’t need to check him out, that Sora had some fabricated expertise with healing, but they still had to keep up appearances.
Sora planted a kiss to Riku’s temple. “Just until they drop us off,” he murmured. “Then we’ll be all clear.”
This was a scouting mission of sorts, to a newly discovered world through the mirrors. Kairi had intended to come with, but a last minute commitment at home in Radiant Garden had forced her to stay behind. Riku and Sora had gone ahead to make sure there weren’t any signs of Heartless in the world.
There hadn’t been signs of Heartless yet, but the world itself seemed to be a magic-less world… which meant no spells, no Keyblades, and no potions, unless they knew they were alone. The last thing they needed was to be hailed as some sort of miracle workers. That path led to witch burnings or cult formation, if not both, and neither would be good.
The group of soldiers had been kind enough to offer the pair a ride in the supply wagon to the nearest town, a courtesy since Riku had been injured in a battle they'd accidentally been caught in. They’d spend another day or two there digging around for rumors, making sure there hadn’t been any bizarre creature sightings that pointed to Heartless, making sure they didn’t sense anything out of the ordinary, and then they’d quietly return home.
Riku settled a little closer, shutting his eyes and pillowing his head on Sora’s shoulder.
"Tired?” Sora asked.
Riku kept his eyes closed and said, “Lots of healing to do, you know.”
Sora laughed, and rested his cheek on Riku’s hair. At least it would be a pleasant enough trip to the next town.
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[Set somewhere around "Dragon" and "Wild."]
Riku made a face as Sora helped him up into the wagon. Sora suppressed a smile as he also helped Riku sit down. The footing wasn’t terribly even, and only being able to use one arm made it more difficult.
Once Riku was settled, Sora sat down next to him, leaning close as the wagon started to move. They didn’t have the wagon entirely to themselves, but they could talk quietly without being overheard. “How’s your arm?”
Riku glared at him, and used his “good arm” to adjust the sling. “Good as can be expected.”
Riku’s arm was fine, of course. Sora had cast the cure spell himself after a poorly timed strike by an enemy club had broken the bone. Unfortunately, several of the soldiers had seen the hit, and had seen the way Riku’s arm bent, and therefore knew it had been broken. Sora and Riku had managed to convince them that the group’s medic didn’t need to check him out, that Sora had some fabricated expertise with healing, but they still had to keep up appearances.
Sora planted a kiss to Riku’s temple. “Just until they drop us off,” he murmured. “Then we’ll be all clear.”
This was a scouting mission of sorts, to a newly discovered world through the mirrors. Kairi had intended to come with, but a last minute commitment at home in Radiant Garden had forced her to stay behind. Riku and Sora had gone ahead to make sure there weren’t any signs of Heartless in the world.
There hadn’t been signs of Heartless yet, but the world itself seemed to be a magic-less world… which meant no spells, no Keyblades, and no potions, unless they knew they were alone. The last thing they needed was to be hailed as some sort of miracle workers. That path led to witch burnings or cult formation, if not both, and neither would be good.
The group of soldiers had been kind enough to offer the pair a ride in the supply wagon to the nearest town, a courtesy since Riku had been injured in a battle they'd accidentally been caught in. They’d spend another day or two there digging around for rumors, making sure there hadn’t been any bizarre creature sightings that pointed to Heartless, making sure they didn’t sense anything out of the ordinary, and then they’d quietly return home.
Riku settled a little closer, shutting his eyes and pillowing his head on Sora’s shoulder.
"Tired?” Sora asked.
Riku kept his eyes closed and said, “Lots of healing to do, you know.”
Sora laughed, and rested his cheek on Riku’s hair. At least it would be a pleasant enough trip to the next town.
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