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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. ]
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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What if she wakes her up by cuddling closer? That's a good plan. ]
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[she tightens whatever grip she has on Lea for a second and then stretches her legs out as she wakes up. this feels familiar, and it's nice.]
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You sleep too?
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[normally she'd care about what time it is, but not right now, Lea's more important. through the window, it looks like it's around sunset, which probably isn't a great time of day for Lea to be experiencing.]
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[ She sounds tired, and lazy, and is mostly like one big ol' housecat. Dead weight. She's got her face stuffed in Isa's neck still, so if she knows what time it is she's ignoring it. ]
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Anything I can do?
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Already doing it.
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[ur gettin a smooch on top of your dumb head, friend. that's not too out of the ordinary, at least. also the muscles help protect against the pointy bits. it's like acupuncture, kinda relaxing tbh.]
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[ God. At least she's used to Lea's particular pointiness. Although it only got worse as she got taller. She goes a little quieter, but doesn't move. ]
What do I do now?
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I don't really know. I guess you just keep going, and wait for the emotional bits to scab over, and try and content yourself with the fact that some version of you somewhere is with them like you should be. Riku or Kai would probably do better than me, since they come back without Sora every time.
[she's trying really hard to not make parallels between this and if someone had died or something, and she's fully aware she doesn't really have anything to compare to. she also knows Lea's just going to be Very Sad for a long while.]
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[ If their fingers aren't laced together already she's making it that way now, and shifting her head so she can breathe better (and not in Isa's hair). ]
I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here.
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[Lea's getting her hand squeezed, because even if she can't advise based on personal experience, she still is sad that Lea's so sad. in an ideal world they'd just be able to live in bed like this forever.]
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[ They both know she would be a bedridden disaster. For a week, absolute minimum. Being in bed with her is so much better, and she could be convinced to stay here for hours anyway. ]
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[it's okay, Isa's a recent fan of just riding out whatever emotions happen, it seems to be working so far. and she's absolutely not going to mention any of the shit with Xigbar until Lea's doing much better; no need to add to her worries.]
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[ High tier depression food, that's what she needs. She doesn't even have much of an appetite right now, although Lea recognizes that she feels physically hungry. But it's not enough to get her to move. Not yet. ]
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[and chocolate milk and then ice cream, just load up on dairy. but in a while, not immediately. it's only really sinking in just now for Isa just how much she missed Lea, and if she wasn't interested in moving from here before...]
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[ Loading up on dairy would be all the good feelings. It's not enticing enough yet to get her to initiate moving out of the bed, but she does move her arms away so she can hug Isa properly, if not squish her a little. ]
You're my best friend.
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And you're a gross nerd, but you're also my best friend.
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welcome to kate's emporium of text walls and angsty symbolism
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