Okay cool.
((8 likes on my starter but no one takes the bait. I filed my teeth last week guys, I swear my bites are harmless.))
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We were just sitting there, on the rocks, talking about the future, and one day we were doing it.
The future, I meant.
We were doing the future.
There was a blue fabric that stretched overhead, blotted with cotton whisps. When Venus sighed, the clouds tumbled over themselves. They rolled slowly over an invisible platform in the sky. A sea of stars magnetized itself to the earth beneath. The sea— like a glass box of confetti, and when a kid shook it, it dazzled and glared like a thousand splendid suns.
As amazing as this sounded in literature, Riku can assure you; seeing this shit day after day all of your life was uneventful.
Boring even.
There was nothing in the distance, nothing ever approaching the tiny speck of land stuck in this sea of confetti.
Riku laid sprawl out on the sand. He was drawling out ‘literature’ in his head— but like a kid on the first day of class, (who begins his notes with a neat set of letters, and eventually ending up with uncoherentable pages of mumble jumbo), it all wounded up sounding awkward and distasteful. He needed more material to go on. There was nothing inspirational that he could find anymore.
”Aaaaaah! What is there to do on this island?!”
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“But it’s dangerous for someone your age to be out and about all by himself…”
Riku blinked. He was just talking to some gardener, Finny yesterday about taking him to go see his Young Master to help him with his whereabouts of his young friend, Sora, the kid who was talking to the Young Master at the moment.
What the actual fuck? I came all the way to London to look for a Sora, I didn’t think I would actually find one here.
He continued to talking to Ciel, looking around at the strange place. Everything seemed so much bigger now that he was only five years old. He couldn’t wait to go back to normal, even though he’d still probably have to look up at people.
He glanced behind Ciel and frowned. “Huh? Riku? What’re you doing here?”
“…I was looking for you..” Kinda. Riku let the end of that sentence trail off. He came to London in search for Sora, but he didn’t actually believe he would find the spiky-haired kid here. It was just about the last place on earth he would imagine Sora to be - 1880’s London, conversating amongst Victorian dressed civilians. There was a magic here that Riku could feel, but it was not the same evil magic that plagued the other worlds. Demons rested here instead of heartless beings. Their magic, and the magic from Sora and Riku’s world didn’t mix. “Nevermind that, what are you doing here!”
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Hey there! I’m Sora.
“Hello, Sora. What brings you here? The pleasure is mine.”
*The currently five year old boy blinks up at him.* I dunno. I guess just to say hi! Nice to meet you… err… What’s your name?
“I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive. It’s lovely to meet you. Tell me, why are you walking about by yourself?”
*He looks around.* Because there’s no one else here.
“But it’s dangerous for someone your age to be out and about all by himself…”
Riku blinked. He was just talking to some gardener, Finny yesterday about taking him to go see his Young Master to help him with his whereabouts of his young friend, Sora, the kid who was talking to the Young Master at the moment.
What the actual fuck? I came all the way to London to look for a Sora, I didn’t think I would actually find one here.
“You must be the most hospitable one out of the bunch,” Riku mutely chuckled, giving a half-hearted wave to the redhead. This one was from the Organization, he could tell from the uniform get-up that he often saw of the other members. “I’m Riku. Not sure if we have met before.”
“No? I guess not then. It’s so hard to keep track of all of you people in your cloaks.” Riku stretched, putting his limbs in the air, and then behind his head. “So, what was your name again?” Laughter. “Just messing with you.”
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“You must be the most hospitable one out of the bunch,” Riku mutely chuckled, giving a half-hearted wave to the redhead. This one was from the Organization, he could tell from the uniform get-up that he often saw of the other members. “I’m Riku. Not sure if we have met before.”
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