[ Initially, Riku doesn't give any of this much thought. Not to dismiss Arden's offer or have him feel insignificant, but if Sora wasn't able to fade these scars that have littered themselves across his arms and chest, then what chance did he have with something like a Cure spell?
So, when Arden begins this "Cure spell", as he believes it to be, Riku simply lays there on the bed and allows his eyes to fall shut. In truth, these scars have felt like an emotional drain of sorts on top of everything else that has been plaguing his mind as of late and it's left the silver-haired teen feeling tired and wanting to sleep a lot more than he typically does. Meaning? He's seconds away from falling asleep right there on the bed.
But it's when he feels... something between then, a sort of tingling sensation that eyes open behind that blindfold and he slowly blinks a few times as it suddenly dawns on him that this is NOT a Cure spell and this is something else entirely.
It's too late, however, Riku hearing Arden hiss as he snaps back which causes him to quickly sit up and reach out to grab at the other's wrist. ]
What did you do?
[ At first the words are firm, as if chiding him and fingers come to wrap tightly around that wrist before his voice becomes more soft. ]
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So, when Arden begins this "Cure spell", as he believes it to be, Riku simply lays there on the bed and allows his eyes to fall shut. In truth, these scars have felt like an emotional drain of sorts on top of everything else that has been plaguing his mind as of late and it's left the silver-haired teen feeling tired and wanting to sleep a lot more than he typically does. Meaning? He's seconds away from falling asleep right there on the bed.
But it's when he feels... something between then, a sort of tingling sensation that eyes open behind that blindfold and he slowly blinks a few times as it suddenly dawns on him that this is NOT a Cure spell and this is something else entirely.
It's too late, however, Riku hearing Arden hiss as he snaps back which causes him to quickly sit up and reach out to grab at the other's wrist. ]
What did you do?
[ At first the words are firm, as if chiding him and fingers come to wrap tightly around that wrist before his voice becomes more soft. ]
What did you do, Arden?