Merry Christmas, Xion by AmatusVanitas, literature
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."
"I never really thanked you."
Riku nearly laughs; the careful, measured balance of the air between the two of them in a too-large, too-enclosing room keeps the outburst trapped in his throat, but the force of restraining it makes him flinch back in surprise all the same. "For what?"
Across from him, though, Xion does laugh—a strangled sob of a chuckle, yet her grin breaks through all the same. Riku lets himself half-smile when he sees it, sees one of her thin hands clenching and releasing the sheets in her silent revelation at the sensation of touch, the shallow rise and fall of her chest matching his and proving that this is real,