[ It speaks to how distracted and disoriented Riku is that he doesn't identify all the clues his senses give him that he's got company and what kind of company that is. The light is diffuse and subdued that's many factors brighter than the lantern light he's been living with for seven months or so, his eyes sting, his head pounds when he tries to look at the silhouette above him.
Riku's dressed differently, the boots are the same, but the blue jeans and black leather bomber jacket are new. So are the black gloves and knitted blue scarf with yellow embroidery around his neck. His hair - now past his shoulders - has come mostly loose of the tie that usually tames it into a low tail, fanning out against the winter-blighted grass.
But that glimpse, that voice, that sets into focus all the other signs he'd ignored up until that moment. The pull in his heart in recognition, the scent of that familiar Darkness... ]
Dawn?
[ Surprise half-strangles the word, he squeezes shut his eyes and reaches blindly for him, in case it's all a fluke, in case he's just hallucinating. That even the light might be a lie, and soon he'll find himself staring into a friend's alarmed expression, lit by the feeble flame of a lantern. ]
You're alive. Is this...? It's so- [ He shakes his head, gritting his teeth. ] It's so bright.
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Riku's dressed differently, the boots are the same, but the blue jeans and black leather bomber jacket are new. So are the black gloves and knitted blue scarf with yellow embroidery around his neck. His hair - now past his shoulders - has come mostly loose of the tie that usually tames it into a low tail, fanning out against the winter-blighted grass.
But that glimpse, that voice, that sets into focus all the other signs he'd ignored up until that moment. The pull in his heart in recognition, the scent of that familiar Darkness... ]
Dawn?
[ Surprise half-strangles the word, he squeezes shut his eyes and reaches blindly for him, in case it's all a fluke, in case he's just hallucinating. That even the light might be a lie, and soon he'll find himself staring into a friend's alarmed expression, lit by the feeble flame of a lantern. ]
You're alive. Is this...? It's so- [ He shakes his head, gritting his teeth. ] It's so bright.