Literature
Merry Christmas, Xion
His fingers curl around hers, pulling her to a stop. "Mistletoe."
"Hmm?"
But Riku doesn't answer Xion; he draws close, pushes his lips to hers, the festive, white halls of Disney Castle fading into her touch.
"We forgot Christmas," she breathes against his skin as they pull away. "How did we forget Christmas?"
"Been busy fighting a war." His eyes fall shut once more, his head to rest his forehead to hers. "It doesn't matter. We didn't miss it." Her head tucks under his chin instinctively, her body huddling under the arm he wraps around her waist.
"Merry Christmas, Xion."