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[ Riku disappears first. Vanished in her sleep, in the middle of the night, collapsing in on herself in a shimmer of starlights. This isn't like last time. No warnings, no chances to say goodbye, no hesitation or resistance. She just isn't there.

Lea goes minutes after Riku, in the same way. But she's awake, lounging on her couch, having a conversation as she flips through her phone. Here and then gone, like a flame. This isn't the first time either of them have gone home, but it's the first time it's so abrupt. At least it isn't death. The last time Riku went home was seven years ago. She was gone for a month, and she came back with shorter hair and the Mark of Mastery. The last time Lea went home, no one really noticed. She thought she was used to it by now.

Things are different this time. Disorienting. Lea meets Kai in the training, for real this time. Riku has her memories, or at least most of them. They're hazy, dreamlike, but real. She has them all. She remembers how old she really is and how long she's been gone. She remembers everyone she cares about, and everyone that won't change here. She keeps her ice magic and takes what she's learned here to use there. But time is fluid. She doesn't feel like she's been gone for seven years.

Lea's are gone, for now. She lives everything new and fresh, with the dressing room appearing only in dreams vivid enough to unsettle her.

Things aren't the same for every world.

Things go better than expected.

The core story is the same. The heroes rescue the ones that need it, they bring everyone back, they defeat the darkness, and they go home. How and when and who — these things vary, but they do it all together and they go home together. And then their story is over, at least for now, and they come back.

Unlike how they went out, Lea and Riku reappear together on the beach. Coming back is just as disorienting, and neither has their phone, so they get their bearings and confirm memories with each other, of the dressing room and of home, and then separate to find their friends.

They've been gone two months. ]

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[Isa's feeling mostly the same, and it's almost too much suddenly, her Heart's still only a few months old, and it's been a while since she felt some of these feels. kissing is both helping and making it worse somehow, and she's interpreting the grip on her shirt as "get this off", which is fine with her. she pushes gently at Lea, and attempts to talk without actually stopping the kissing.]

Sit up- so I can-

[ Not what she was explicitly going for, but fuck, she's not gonna stop her. She's a little fuzzy-headed from what's going on, though, and pulls away to sit up with confusion. So she can what?? Are they moving? ]

[no, Isa's a little fuzzy-headed as well, this is A Lot, but it's good. as soon as Lea's backed off a bit Isa squirms out of her shirt, briefly getting her head caught in it like a dweebus. just for angst purposes because i'm an asshole, there's a starburst patch of scar tissue between her breasts that Lea probably didn't see earlier while she was busy not looking because gay panic.]

[ Good thing there was no warning this time, because she probably would have been shifty not-really-avoiding-looking like before. For now she just stares, because she wasn't expecting it so quickly, but also no, she hadn't seen the scar, even during the bath when she helped Isa wash her hair. It's not a surprise, or anything. It makes sense when you know. But it's startling, like accidentally skipping a step when you're walking down stairs. It makes her expression go serious, and Lea reaches out with one bruised and bandaged hand to touch it. ]

[Isa had forgotten it was even there, since it's been a while since it was last brought to her attention. when it was, though, it was a point of some contention, which is why she flinches slightly when Lea touches it. she brings her own hand up and gently covers Lea's hand; those bruises and Isa's own scars all come from essentially the same place, and that source is gone now. Lea gets a soft kiss, and Isa's other hand tangled in her hair.]

It's just us now.

[ She has so much goddamn contempt and unresolved anger over all of it, more as time goes by, some that she didn't really have clear cut reasons for until now. But Isa's right. No one else is here right now. Just the two of them, topless on a couch with aging scars and their Hearts back, each of them a fucking miracle. ]

Mmmn.

[ The Isa route; a hum (a growl?) that conveys "you're right and I'm dropping it but I'll be mad about it later". She drops her head down on the side Isa's touching her, so she can breath out and then go for a kiss on the neck. ]

[they need to commit to just having a big ugly blowup about it where they're allowed to say mean shit and get everything out in the open. but not today, when they've already hit so many emotions, many of them negative. Isa lets out an amused huff, because she knows exactly what that noise meant, and wraps her arms around Lea's waist.]

You sulk too much, but if you promise you aren't doing it right now then I won't have to put my shirt back on.

[pot, kettle, etc., but shh.]

[ Shirts exist in this world still? And Isa wants to take this cherished and vital moment from her? Stupid. She already has Isa's shirt in her hands, and is deftly tossing it somewhere behind them to land on a small table, or the floor, or perhaps the kitchen tile. Goodbye, so long. It's fine, though, they both know how good Lea is at bottling up all kinds of things when she really needs to. Said against her neck: ]

What about your shirt?

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Lost to the void, I guess, I can't find it now.

[if they were further into this she'd like, check for it in a way that removed the rest of Lea's clothing, but no. she can't get to Lea's dumb face right now, so instead she nuzzles at the messy hair against her cheek and enjoys the feeling of skin on skin. Lea is good at bottling things up, and having very little control over expression of emotions, simultaneously.]

Funny how that happens. Maybe it's wherever socks go.

[ Stop, she's called out enough out of brackets, Lea doesn't deserve this. She is a pristine, heroic figure. Charming, even. Smooth as silk. ]

Can I touch these?

[ As silk. ]

[with her head where it is, Lea might miss how incredibly pink Isa goes, though her breath hitches pretty unmistakably. stop this madness, it's too direct, she's going to black out from hormones. she feels like she's a teenager again.]

Y-yeah, if you want.

[perfect. she doesn't understand the big deal, anyway, it's definitely not like there's anything exceptional going on with those or any other part of her anatomy. she's a thoroughly sub-par individual, physically-speaking.]

[ Lea doesn't think she's sub-par in anything, and would frown at her if she knew she thought that. ]

But anyway: fuck yes. Isa has probably known Lea was big gay dweeb longer than she has. Teen years, probably. Someone had to be observant. This is the first time she's explicitly touched a boob before (for reasons other than intimidation), or even a set belonging to someone she was attracted to. So she will touch, but carefully, nudging her face down so she can see what she's doing. She's being gentle, but not more than necessary. They're still bigger than hers. Are they sensitive? ]

Soft.

[Isa's gone all shivery-quiet in a way Lea's never had the chance to see, so that's probably a yes on the sensitive. she's trying to tell herself it's just from the lack of relevant activities, but it hasn't been that long. the truth is that having someone ask to do something is one of the hottest things she's ever experienced. she was never unwilling with Xemnas, but there was a lot of assuming going on and this is just. nice.]

Sh-shut up.

[she'll kill you. (ง’̀-‘́)ง ]

What, it's the truth.

[ Here, less gentle tracing and more gentle massage. ]

They're soft. Pretty nice, too.

[ She could invite Isa to touch hers, too, to make this a little less awkward in a friendlier way, but she's also kind of an asshole and can tell that this is flustering her more than it is Lea. At least for now. And what better way to make herself less flustered than to tease? ]

What else can I do with them?

[that was definitely Isa's hands twitching where they're resting against Lea's waist as she doesn't bring her hands up to cover her face, which is bright red at this point. she's so flustered, and Lea's in for some sort of horrible payback much later, when she least expects it.]

I- oh god. Whatever you want, just.

[there would normally be something after that, but she can't, her words are gone. have mercy, blease.]

[ She has done it. She has flustered Isa. She has won, and no future embarrassment will tarnish this victory. Lea has to laugh, a little, but it's quiet and good-natured, and breathy against Isa's skin. This is soft gay exploration, but it's also revenge, in a way. She's touching and gently massaging the breast on the opposite side of her face, but she'll lower her face a little to kiss near the top of the closer one. ]

[to be fair, it's not actually that hard to fluster Isa, it's just that she knows how to defend against all the methods Lea's tried apart from this. revenge against who, also.

Isa's trying to just focus on breathing and getting her blood to go back where it belongs, but she shivers when Lea does that, and smacks her on the shoulder, gently.]

You suck.

[ Against her! For seducing Lea, obviously, and turning her on before she was prepared to process why that was. This isn't a time for making decisions about things to say, maybe she should back off and behave herself— ]

Is that an insult or a request?

[that was an exaggeratedly disbelieving snort that just escaped Isa. you have no ground to stand on here, Lea, we've been over this already.]

May I remind you that not even two hours ago you were flailing over even talking about these activities? But both, since you asked.

[get wrecked.]

Hey, not all of us can be as worldly as you.

[ She's like a great big cat, smug as she is. They both are, in ways, but also who was it that brought up playing gay chicken before? Is she being told to put her money where her mouth is? Make her sweat, Isa. ]

Anyway, you... wanted to do this, right?

[oh she'll make sweating happen, just watch. now that her brain's through being fried, it's like when you push through exercising and hit a second wind, she's effectively immune to further flustering, at least for this situation. how does Lea feel about being rolled onto her back so that Isa's suddenly on top of her? it's not the easiest thing to do on a couch, but Lea's a giant stick and Isa has stronk arms. as if nothing just happened:]

Very much so. But I'm not doing anything unless you're sure you want to.

[there's a lot happening in that statement, compared to what Lea just asked.]

[ Mayday. Isa is too strong. This backfired on her completely. Lea's stuck in gay panic for at least a couple seconds, pink across the nose and frazzled, but then she looks away and focuses really hard on the fabric of the couch. She feels a little bad, like she was teasing Isa too much without full intent to do anything.

Is she sure she wants to? She has to think about it. There are no cons to this situation, only pros, but it's a level of emotional intimacy she's only really just gotten back to with Isa (past where it was, really, but she doesn't see it that way) and a level of physical intimacy she's never experienced before. Is she sure? ]

Yeah? The only thing I'm not sure about is what I wanna do.

[shit, that was maybe too much, now Isa feels bad too. there's a good chance she's going to just blurt something out that'll shed far more light onto what she got up to with Xemnas than Lea's interested in hearing right now (or ever), but every part of her wants things to be different between the two relationships. also, limits, or something.]

You don't have to do anything, if you don't want to. If any of this is more than you're comfortable with—

[and she just cut herself off because she knows she's overthinking basically everything at this point, and she's visibly pulling away because uncertainty, and aaaaaa. how the fuck do regular people do this.]

[ Fuck. Nope. Lea reaches up to put her hands on either side of Isa's face, so she can... well, kind of make each of them look at each other. A joint forcing, if you will. ]

I'll let you know. I'm a big girl, I can remember that much. Relax, okay? I said yes.

[yes, okay, that helps, a little. she was very close to a full freakout, but you didn't hear that from me. she's all tense now, ugh, and she definitely has some real issues that they should talk about at some point, but she's fine. she'll be fine. she brings her hands up and puts them over Lea's and holds them there for reassurance, though she's gentler with the bruised one.]

Okay. Yes. I'm— okay. If— fuck.

[now she feels like hiding, which she definitely did right after recompleting, she let her hair stay in her face because she didn't want to see her scar, and didn't want anyone else to see it either. how did she end up such a mess, whose fault is this and can she kill them for it.]