memoriamagus ;   Red String of Fate

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_{Our muses are destined to find each other whilst both picking the same red apple from the basket.}

    _{[ when we first met you were a
       brunette and i had a black eye ]}

                       _{They stood in the same field, opposite sides. Under the same sun beating down on them unforgiving, both their shoulders were red raw with pale cheeks tinted red, from the heat or hard work neither could be sure. Apple picking hadn’t been either of there their first choices of a career as children, but the two lived on the road; backpackers with nowhere better to be aside from the places the soles of their boots led them.}

                                                        _{Riku was unspeakably happy
                                                                       but alone.}

                         _{People came and went. Often other travelers like himself whom where staying in the same hotel or hostel as him, or drinking in the same bar with worn away boots and a backpack that while being used made them look like a turtle lent against their legs. They would chat and maybe, just maybe they’d stick together for awhile. There were endless possibilities everything at the tips of their fingers so why not reach out together. It never lasted long though - part of the whole travelling thing was doing it on you own - and he never really cared. It would often be because they needed money, a job for a month or so to fix them up with supplies as they walked their trails. This was the very reason why Riku and the girl he’s never met were stood picking apples.}

                             _{It wasn’t until the horn from the main building sounded that he let go of the breath he’d been holding. The job he’d landed himself with wasn’t unpleasant and he silently rather enjoyed it but it was a difficult one, even for a man as tall and strong as himself. His tired legs dragged him down from the ladder he stood on, weak arms then scooping up the basket of apples he’d picked over the last hour; more than there had been the previous time as the setting sun and cooler atmosphere made it far easier to actually get work done. Rather idiotic, he though, that they make us start midday.}  

                              _{The walk to the dumping point was uneventful. He shared a smile to those whose paths he crossed and nodded to a few but otherwise it was the same as the day before. It wasn’t until he’d finished for the day, sun burnt frame jogging down the steps to the exit that he felt his stomach rumble for the first time that day, and considering he worked around apples, it took him but a moment to figure what he’d be having for dinner. The area was littered with baskets of apples; free for the workers to take as a patronizing little ’ thank you ‘.} 

           _{A strong arm reached apathetically
           to the wicker basket nearest to him,
           only to have his hand brush against
           another. Pale skin bruised and cut.}  

                        _{❝ S-sorry.. ❞                              ❝ No.. It was my fault.❞}

                               _{Her eyes, blue with hope gleaming from them so bright it was alike to a crystal. Her hair, dead and choppy was brown, blond roots jutting from her skull and only noticeable if you were focusing on the girls every features with intensity - which Riku was. They stood like that - eyes locked and her hands still brushing against his - until she realized what she was doing, a laugh escaping her. A sound Riku fell in love with.}

             _{❝What happened to your eye?❞               ❝ An apple attacked me.❞}

                                                            _{[ when i realized i was in love; you
                                                               were blonde and we were drunk  ]}