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f is for friends that hurt you

#Mirage #Flaring Warrior #Forsaken Sentinel #{--no fuck you wow}#{crying b/c axel is the only one out of the other two in their own trio who didn't fall to darkness}#{not completely anyway sdfgpfdg}

keyblade-ofheart

#Beloved Savior #{ya'll best be jealous that he's riku's best friend aight}

merrylittlethot

aurora-eques-archive

I’ll rise like the break of dawn

#Mirage #Revered Soul #{ N O PE }#{PACKS BAGS--LEAVES--}

aseaofquotes

Alexander Gordon Smith, Fugitives

#Reverie

paokous-deactivated20140326

sometimes I sketch out my frustrations in a mess of jumbled colors with otps

#Mirage #Lambent Angel #Rikai #nsfw

rainbobutts

Twittter

#Mirage #Revered Soul

beatenbetaarchive-blog

psa: i will love you whether you’re a typing potato with three followers or fucking shakespeare with five thousand followers

also, follower count does not equal quality by any means. some of the greatest writers i’ve seen are smaller blogs. we’re all on the same page and we all want the same respect.

#ooc #psa;#{tHIS??? man quality > quantity all the way}#{i know some blogs that dont get /half/ the attention i do and they're just supreme}

asnowberry

her hands shaking like crazy.

#Gracious Monarch

Ｈｅａｄｃａｎｏｎ--Ｆｅａｒ

It isn't so difficult to determine what his true fear is.

There are many things that the argent knight is afraid of--failure being one of them. Isolation for another. Losing his friends and so forth. Yet all were chained together and sourced to the one essence of terror that would always be pertinent in his travels. The one thing that would always threaten to take him in the end or in a single moment.

The Darkness.

Again, obvious--but it was not like the fright he attained as a boy with a power that he could not even begin to fathom. Much of his heart entraps the lone essence that aids him in his quest, much like the half of luminous that is seated beside it. Where terror had been was instead replaced by respect--determination--and strength.

But the chance would always be there. The possibility of that festering basis taking him in the end, just as it did with so many. The most prominent being his former Master, Xehanort. So alike they were--even down to their own little world. They walked the same path once. Tread down the hallowed ground that belonged to the denizens of the Light, yet remained in the dark.

A mercy more than an actual gift.

Unlike the Light, Darkness devours and consumes. It only engulfs and eradicates life--nothing more and nothing less. To have something that foul resting within your heart... well it makes him wonder. Wonder of just how long he can keep it at bay. A day may come where his heart may give in, or where the Light will no longer abide by his Darkness, or perhaps that even he will turn of his own accord.

That fear will always be there.

For as long as he lives.