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This Blog is Now an Archive
I decided to make all of my Kingdom Hearts blogs sideblogs under my Vanitas. Find Riku’s new blog at riku-masters!
This Blog is Now an Archive
I decided to make all of my Kingdom Hearts blogs sideblogs under my Vanitas. Find Riku’s new blog at riku-masters!
This Blog is Now an Archive
I decided to make all of my Kingdom Hearts blogs sideblogs under my Vanitas. Find Riku’s new blog at riku-masters!
This Blog is Now an Archive
I decided to make all of my Kingdom Hearts blogs sideblogs under my Vanitas. Find Riku’s new blog at riku-masters!
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Even if my body breaks, Even if my heart is thorn, The promise to protect you Will eternally remain the same…
To anybody who bothers to come see why I've not left my room in a week:
Ienzo froze for a moment, staring at Riku. The gauntlet of his arm reminded him of Ven, and for a moment, his tired, disorganized mind wondered if Riku had borrowed the other’s armor. Then the rest of his appearance caught up with him, and he swallowed slightly, trying not to let the tension and exhaustion he was feeling show and undoubtedly failing.
At least Riku was alone.
"…He did. Several times." Ienzo watched him walk, blinking slowly, then allowed his lips to tighten as Riku read the note. This could be tricky.
"He has. …I can tell you he is alive and whole, and I can promise he will remain that way. But I cannot tell you anything more. …I am sorry."
He turned, perhaps a little faster than he'd meant to.
Something hiding under the calm veneer of his eyes glittered with wrath. But the outer sheen of his expression--and the rest of his face? Nothing. Perfect calm. Closed doors.
Ienzo knew.
From the way the former Nobody talked, it almost seemed as if he expected to be held accountable. That was what made the wrath surge in Riku's heart. But as soon as he felt that old, familiar Darkness rise within him, he pressed it down again--forcibly tempered it by conjuring the Light of logic and understanding. Ienzo himself looked haggard; he was also worried. And Sora was Ienzo's best friend too; there was no way he'd hide information if he even had an inkling that doing so would bring Sora to harm.
And being that Sora had told everyone to leave him alone, in quite plain terms, Riku could only infer that Sora had made Ienzo promise to keep quiet.
Why tell Ienzo where he was going, though? Why not himself, or Kairi, or Vanitas or Ven or Xi or Rox...? The moment he thought about it, the answers came; because he, and Sora's siblings, would worry like nuts. As Vanitas was no doubt doing, judging by the WARNING: CATASTROPHE nature of his text messages. Riku's own sense of worry howled at him from within, but he kept it shoved down by his continuing stream of logic. And Kairi? Kairi would let Sora go, would keep to his wishes and not try to follow. Kairi trusted Sora, implicitly, knew that he was able to take care of himself. But Kairi was also brutally honest, and if someone asked her where Sora was, and she knew...she would tell. And they would seek him out and drag him back.
Sora needed to be alone. That much was clear from the note. Given everything that the boy had been through, both recently and in the past few years...Riku could understand that. He could accept it.
But that didn't mean he had to like it. And Ienzo being in the know--despite that making more sense, because Ienzo was calm; Ienzo wouldn't be worry-crazed enough to hunt Sora down and drag him back kicking and screaming (Chernabog...)--didn't really help Riku's outlook on the matter.
So he stood there for a few long moments in utter silence, mastering himself.
"...that's it, huh." His voice was supremely calm, but perhaps a little bit too low. "I'm assuming that if something happens, the rules change. But...that's it."
To anybody who bothers to come see why I've not left my room in a week:
(text) Yes.
(text) I know, Van. I was there, too.
(text) I don’t know. I didn’t ask. The fact remains, though, that I made this promise to my /best friend/, and I do not intend to break it.
(text) You don’t need to be sorry.
(text) I’m not okay, either.
(text) …Very well.
Ienzo didn’t set his Corridor in Sora’s room-that would tear apart whatever was left in there. Instead, he set it just outside his house and hurried in through the front door, hoping that Van would be the only one in the bedroom.
But he didn't find Van in the bedroom. He found Riku, just seconds after dismissing his Keyblade armor. Not having Corridors to travel by anymore was a little inconvenient, but after working more closely with Yen Sid and acquiring his own set of armor and his own glider, that inconvenience had long since been rectified.
Riku turned, his one gauntleted arm still upraised. His face was a mask of calm, betrayed by his eyes--the aquamarine was troubled, worried, and a little more startled than it should have been.
"I...got a text from Van." The Master's words were awkward, hesitant. He still wasn't sure how Ienzo felt about him, nor how he should act around the former Nobody. "I'm guessing he texted you too...?"
In his quest to avoid Ienzo's eyes, Riku's gaze landed on Sora's desk. He blinked, recognizing his best friend's handwriting. In two strides Riku crossed the room, urgency in his movements; he picked up the note and read.
Silence. Then, he slowly put it down, and did not turn.
"...Sora left."
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Sora?! What the heck are you doing with a cigarette?!
Sora didn’t even look up, the vaguely-familiar voice a bit less distracting than the smouldering stick in his mouth at the moment. “Tryin’ to get the damned thing to stay lit, what’s it look like?”
Riku may not have noticed that he stepped back, but Sora sure did. It both relieved him and made him bristle — on one hand, Riku was now far enough away for Sora to dodge and return any strikes the keyblade master might throw at him, but on the other…he was now mostly out of Sora’s limited range of sight.
He was so on edge that just that was enough to make him snarl, his lips curling back over slight fangs and forcing him to hold his cig. Though, he supposed the burning end would make a good-enough shock weapon if it came down to it.
You’ve not been around for three and a half years. Don’t even know if you were around before that, you prick. Why do you think I’d care now?
The golden-eyed young ‘Nort glared, remaining silent while he got his instincts under control — don’t ‘hit first, ask later’. Not yet. It gave him enough time to pull a mask of indifference over his features, a barely-trembling hand raising to let him pull on the kretek, the soothing, overwhelming smell of cloves masking other scents he didn’t want to smell for the time being.
"Oh look, we got a genius in the house. No shit, Sherlock. Considering you’re supposed to be dead, I think not. “
"Dead?"
He couldn't help but blurt it. It certainly would explain a lot, though, particularly if Lea was also dead in the world Sora was from. Lea and Riku's combined efforts had saved their Sora from this fate...this...
...just put it to words, he groused at himself. Stare the Darkness in the face and don't look away. Fear of it increases its power over you.
...he's been taken. He's a Vessel of Xehanort.
Even putting the thoughts to words--not even saying them out loud--made Riku's stomach churn. He visibly paled--not an easy thing when he already had fairly alabaster skin.
He tried to keep his mouth shut; he really did. But the next question he had for the youth was too obvious, even if it was bound to be painful.
"...And the others...Lea, Kairi...and Roxas, Ventus, Vanitas...are they?"
He had a feeling the answer was unequivocally a yes, so he gave the young 'Nort a chance to skip answering.
"...Why are you here?"
Don't look away. Don't look away. Don't. Look. Away.
Sora?! What the heck are you doing with a cigarette?!
Sora didn’t even look up, the vaguely-familiar voice a bit less distracting than the smouldering stick in his mouth at the moment. “Tryin’ to get the damned thing to stay lit, what’s it look like?”
"Hmm?"
Oh good grief, couldn’t whoever this was see he was busy? The light being blocked from in front of him didn’t really do anything to help him keep his cig lit; if anything, it just made him have to squint harder to see the end of the cig, where he was trying to light it without having to encase his whole hand in fire to manage. “What about ‘em?”
What was with people and his eyes? It wasn’t like they were that weird — okay yeah, maybe cat-slit pupils were kind of odd, but for fuck’s sake, you could get contacts that did that now, what was the big deal?
There. Cig was lit. Finally. Sora pulled in a slow drag of spicy-sweet clove smoke just as Riku took another step closer, invading Sora’s personal bubble and causing him to jerk back, coughing as he did. “What the hell do you—”
He looked up. Made the mistake of looking up, rather.
"….Riku."
Oh no. Oh hell no, not this again. Riku was dead, just like everyone else. This was not him, it was someone else, an alternate goody-goody with something to prove. Someone a lot older, too, if the vague memory flashing before his eyes was any indication.
Sora tried to not let the shock show on his face, covering it up with a cough that spat smoke from his unhappy lungs, only to be replaced almost immediately when he pulled in another drag. His nerves couldn’t take this. “The fuck do you want? I’m fine, go back to your…whatever the hell you do!”
What did he mean, what about them? Riku knew that Sora knew what gold eyes meant; the reaction he was expecting was Sora to see that Riku was worried and brush him off, tell him, as he always did, that ‘everything was fine.’
He wasn’t expecting to see, upon closer inspection, that Sora’s pupils were slitted like a cat’s.
He wasn’t expecting the F-word to come out of Sora’s mouth, either. Or the brief flash of shock, and worse—horror—as he looked up into Riku’s face.
The events crashed into one another in Riku’s mind like a highway pile-up, twisting and screeching as one thought slammed into the butt-end of the other.
And that’s when he caught it. The scent under the cloves. A Darkness…but not just any Darkness. Not only would Sora need to be in Anti-form to emit this much Darkness, but…this particular scent had its own character. It belonged to someone.
Thoughts flashed behind aquamarine eyes. A bubble of Darkness encasing his best friend, imprisoning him. The white room of thrones. The ancient, bald Master, calm and conniving. Sora’s brush with oblivion. And the nightmares that had plagued him constantly since that day, of Sora with golden eyes and a sinister smile.
Riku didn’t realize he’d taken a step back. He held his ground, one heel digging into the sand. Part of him wanted to run from this, as if it were an actual nightmare standing before him, and running would actually allow him to escape. But part of him said, ‘no. This is still Sora. Don’t turn away from him. Never turn away.’
"…You’re not…the Sora I know, are you."
Don’t run away.
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Sora?! What the heck are you doing with a cigarette?!
Sora didn’t even look up, the vaguely-familiar voice a bit less distracting than the smouldering stick in his mouth at the moment. “Tryin’ to get the damned thing to stay lit, what’s it look like?”
Sora smoking. Sora swearing. And that tone of voice--way too snappish, way too loud. What was going on...?
Riku stepped in front of his friend, to confront the problem head-on, to get a better look at him. But the moment he did, his breath caught.
"Sora, your eyes..."
He knew that they turned gold sometimes when Sora became startled or frightened. And if he was that scared, and smoking...Was he taking a leaf out of Lea's book, and trying an herbal cigarette for nerves--? Wait. No. That stick smelled like cloves, and it had the black wrappers that Vanitas's cigarettes had.
He tried not to look as livid as he felt. To his credit, Riku kept it mostly off of his face--the anger was meant for Vanitas, after all. The man knew better! And it seemed so out of character for Van to even give Sora a cigarette...oh no. What if Sora had swiped one? But why...? Talk about out of character.
"Sora, are you alright?" He took a step closer to the boy, concern overtaking his features--though the flash of anger in his gut had charged the intensity of the concern. He was still reserved-Riku, but that old fervency had begun to mount.
Light as A I R
And we drift deeper into the sound.
Roleplay blog for Ventus from Birth by Sleep
Takes place in a timeskipped timeframe, 2 years after DDD
From Kaneverse
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Casual and/or multi-paragraph RP and everything in between
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If you fall to Darkness, then you will know a Master’s wrath.
Roleplay blog for Aqua from Birth by Sleep
Takes place in a timeskipped timeframe, 2 years after DDD
From Kaneverse
Open to RP with anyone, out-of-fandom and OC’s included
Casual and/or multi-paragraph RP and everything in between
Mun has 12+ years RP experience
Looking for RP partners who don’t mind delays—mun has many accounts and a busy life outside RP
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