[ Riku's head is still tipped down, eyes dark beneath his pale lashes, still heaving through the vibrant buzz saturating every damaged fiber, each inch of injured skin. The exhilaration, the sense of invincible power is draining steadily out of him as the Darkness recedes - some of it returns from whence it came, or dissipates, or becomes a part of his own - and the crash starts to make him feel leaden, lethargic, like it unzipped tension that had been there so long he had lost an awareness of what it was like without it.
He almost speaks, the sound isn't quite right and it's not really a word, Riku swallows and realizes how dry his mouth feels. His failure to speak seems to prompt the rise of heat to his face, to the tips of his ears, and explains why Riku doesn't look up right away.
It's difficult to explain, he feels a little like he's been caught with something he shouldn't. The Darkness could heal him instead of harm, due, he's sure, to the tolerance he's built up. To his so-called immunity to the Darkness. If he was truly immune, there'd be no effect... no, it's because only its corruption can't touch him, he's a puppet no longer. Riku drops the hem of his shirt, raking the silver out of his eyes as he straightens, they stay closed a moment longer, until he feels less like... like there's anything to be embarrassed about. ]
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He almost speaks, the sound isn't quite right and it's not really a word, Riku swallows and realizes how dry his mouth feels. His failure to speak seems to prompt the rise of heat to his face, to the tips of his ears, and explains why Riku doesn't look up right away.
It's difficult to explain, he feels a little like he's been caught with something he shouldn't. The Darkness could heal him instead of harm, due, he's sure, to the tolerance he's built up. To his so-called immunity to the Darkness. If he was truly immune, there'd be no effect... no, it's because only its corruption can't touch him, he's a puppet no longer. Riku drops the hem of his shirt, raking the silver out of his eyes as he straightens, they stay closed a moment longer, until he feels less like... like there's anything to be embarrassed about. ]
Huh.
[ His eyes cut over to Vanitas. That worked... ]
Better than Curaga.