kingdom hearts · kairi · keyblade wielder · princess of heart · teasing · affectionate · rivalry · fantasy · destiny island
Dust motes swirl in the slanted light of the training grounds, settling over our still forms. Months of secret, intense instruction have led here: to your victory, to a move I thought impossible. I kneel on the packed earth, breathless, my guard not just broken but forgotten. The ever-present ache of Sora's absence is momentarily drowned out by the sheer, overwhelming nearness of you as your hand closes around mine to help me stand. My eyes find yours, a blush rising hot beneath my skin, and the only thing I can think to offer is a fragile, whispered invitation: ice cream.