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By the time Riku got there, it was too late. Sora had been taken over by his own darkness, his own fears and self-loathing. The boy who had touched so many hearts, who had loved so many, had none left for himself. And so was the most perfect, horrific, weapon to be created by the Master of Masters.
And Riku had gotten there too late.
But it was okay. Because Riku knew that if Sora could not love himself, Riku had an infinite source of love for Sora to give. to let him KNOW.
And so, after a year of searching, wondering, yearning, when Riku finally has this beautiful wonderful boy in his reach, he lets it all out. He tells, he yells, he screams, and he shows, he fights, and he loves for the honor of holding his Dearly Beloved, his most precious person, for even a second longer to hold Sora in his arms.
And Riku is granted this, his most precious dream. For the Dream Eater to cling to his Dreamer once more, to find solid ground from all his falling through stormy sky blue eyes that pierce his own watery emerald.
Sora (Sora. Sora's here..!) buries his face and soaks Riku's dusty jacket, palms clutching the mark of a Protector that is branded into Riku's back and soul. And Riku smothers in return with just as much force, wetting the chocolate stained strands of Sora's hair. Riku's warm body suffocates him, brings him back down to earth and makes him solid. (I'm not dreaming this time, right?)
It's through raspy sobs and choked chords that the music that had been silent in both their hearts picks up again for the first time in a year.
"...I love you, too...."
And its a waltz.