[ For just a moment, Vanitas gets lost. He almost forgets what he's really doing, that his intention had been to heal, and all he can focus on is the sensation. Riku's heartbeat underneath his fingers, the more Vanitas bleeds himself out into him, becomes less a feeling and more a sound. Until Vanitas can hear his own pulse, until for just a second, the drumming of his heart aligns with Riku's. One shimmering, impermanent flicker of time where their hearts beat in tandem— accidental in it's transience.
Vanitas lets go— not abruptly, or all at once, but he disconnects with an inhale and a blink. The gauze Riku is looking at at his waist, the stuff crumbling away like dry paper, does the same at his throat into Vanitas' palm. He flattens his grip and wipes his hand against Riku's throat, the remnants brushing away like ash.
The intensity hasn't quite left his eyes. Vanitas' pupils are dilated and his breathing is slightly uneven when he lowers his hand to look at the bare skin first on Riku's throat, and then transfers his gaze to his ribs. ]
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Vanitas lets go— not abruptly, or all at once, but he disconnects with an inhale and a blink. The gauze Riku is looking at at his waist, the stuff crumbling away like dry paper, does the same at his throat into Vanitas' palm. He flattens his grip and wipes his hand against Riku's throat, the remnants brushing away like ash.
The intensity hasn't quite left his eyes. Vanitas' pupils are dilated and his breathing is slightly uneven when he lowers his hand to look at the bare skin first on Riku's throat, and then transfers his gaze to his ribs. ]