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(Gay fluff. Don't like, don't read.) Eric sniffed the cold air as his eyes opened, reality pulling him back to the waking world. It was early, the sun was just rising and set the room on fire with a gold light. Everything was quiet, impossibly quiet, as if all living things in the world had disappeared and there was nothing left but him and this room. But the feeling of another beside assured him that he wasn’t alone. Turning his head he saw Dorian, still fast asleep, with his usually perfect black hair sticking up in different direction and a slight stumble on his chin. Eric smiled. Dorian always hated his morning face but Eric loved

It’s just like old times—side by side, surrounded by Dusks—but now there’s no Dark Corridors to run to. Xion blinks, and Riku’s already leapt into action.  Whipping around, she tastes electricity on her lips and starts to call up Thunder— —but a Dusk is already circling her ankles, swiping at her knees, she’s tripping— A heavy something wraps around her waist and pulls. Her head collides with Riku’s chest as fire bursts from his other hand, purple-tinged flames blasting the Nobody in its chest. And the fire may have been Dark, but nobody could make Xion feel safer.

They luck into a big wave just after she gets the feel for standing on the surfboard with Riku. The water almost completely encloses them in an infinite stretch of ocean and sky, and Xion trembles as she straightens her arm to brush her fingers along the wall of water. She looks back at the man steadying her by the waist for an instant, breathless with wonder— —except that there's still breath in her lungs that Riku steals away with nothing more than the adoration in his eyes. When they reach land, she'll have to steal it back.