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because i’m not lost, i’m all right !
whatever my fate is, i’ll accept it
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nortfromthepast:
A lot, she claims, and in Xehanort’s golden gaze there appears interest, some of that unbridled curiosity that has led his path more than once, and more often than not towards terrible situations.
“Are the townfolk giving you much trouble?” He nevertheless asks.
Fayette intrigues him, he wouldn’t see her, nor her curious set of surrounding companions, lost to the worlds because of common fear.
“Nevertheless, if something is the matter, I may be able to be of some help.”
If it is the price for knowing more, for being able to influence events for his own gain, he has already done his future self’s dirty work, his pride can say little, now. Thought it seems they have it covered.
“A new Keyblade Wielder.” He hums. “How interesting, though it stands to reason there are more now. There used to be at least a few dozens, when I was a child.” He admits. And then, “And congratulations on your new responsibilities, Fayette.”
“No, not any trou-bl-e... Tha-nk hyu, tho-ugh, Zaya-norh.”
🌪 || The opposite is what’s true, in her mind, at least. From the Aether tear to the other Nobody that stalks her, it all stems from the fact she’s a current target of both the Nameless One and that strange Aetherian... For what, she still doesn’t know. She’s not sure if she wants to, but even then... there’s a grim, overwhelming feeling pulling at her chest, as if to say that there is no escape.
“Sister?”
“нυн-? Brother, ωнαт αяє уσυ ∂σιηﻭ συт нєяє? ∂ι∂η’т уσυ ѕαу уσυ ωєяє ﻭσιηﻭ тσ вє ѕ¢яуιηﻭ...? ιт ¢συℓ∂ вє ∂αηﻭєяσυѕ...”
“I get nauseous when I do it for too long. The souls are... picky with how long they like to let me see. I’ll be fine, though. You’re here, after all. And... who’s this? A friend?”
🌪 || The boy’s presence is entirely new. Even cloaked, it’s hard to believe his magical energy was hidden so easily. Based on attire alone, one could assume he was some sort of traveling mage, but... that definitely isn’t the case, with how he calls Fayette “sister.”
“A-ah, yes... Zaya-norh, thih ih Lha-re-zen. He’s my bro’er. Lhazzie, thih ih Zaya-norh. He’s a fri-end fr-om be-fore Behrie sho-wed up. He... I sa’ed him, a whi-le back.”
🌪 || A sibling... somehow, it doesn’t seem quite right. Fayette is a Nobody. Even if they are bound by blood, Lharezen is still the sibling of who she used to be. It’s unspoken, but it’s clear there’s still some uneasiness on her part about her identity. It doesn’t help that he has an almost completely different energy compared to her- the strength he holds is far different than what is simply light and dark.
“Xehanort... I see. You’re a darkened one, aren’t you? You’ve messed with greater fate, I can sense it from your soul. I can’t say we’re much different ourselves... In any case, welcome once again to Traverse Town. Any friend of my sister is a friend of mine.”
🌪 || A gloved hand is extended from beneath his cape. He’s blunt, isn’t he? Despite his outwardly shy appearance with everything about him seeming small, those amber eyes seem to gaze beyond just the body of the other. At his side, it’s barely possible to see Fayette’s expression twist into something pained with the way he speaks, pushing up her neckerchief slightly. This boy... he’s analyzing Xehanort, from sight alone.
“So’ee... Thah’s ju-st how Lhazzie ta-lks. Don’ wo-rr-y too mu-ch ab-ou-t ih, okay?”
i forgot to ever post this but now that i’ve officially revealed beraich’s bloodline.... have this thing i drew for digital art december in 2019. this isn't canon but I Love It All The Same
thelcstunicorn:
“Another? You have seen another mythical creature such as I?” While she was not familiar with the name of the place he spoke of, Amalthea was quite surprised that this male could even see or know what she truly is. As man were often blind to what a unicorn looks like.
And while the compliment of her being pretty rolled off her back, she was none the less appreciative of it. “Beautiful, pretty. I’ve heard all words which describe a creature such as myself. So thank you I suppose. Men often mistake me for a common mare, have you gift that can let you see what I truly am?”
“A-Ah, yeah... A dragon. Master Volos. Back in my original world. It’s... kinda weird? He’s my dad, though. I only learned that part a while back...”
Yeah, a unicorn probably would be used to words of praise... but then again, he didn’t think one would be seen enough to warrant them. Let alone that he would be able to see one. Nora’s only ever mentioned being able to see one once, long before he’d ever woken up.
“I... think it could be because Master Volos is my dad? Or the fact I look like this right now. Or because of my mom? I think I remember something about the West having a Phoenix as it’s protector, and I’m pretty sure that was her... Hm.”
At this point he’s trying to remember things that he still hasn’t recovered. He should probably stop doing that. Makes his head hurt.
“I-In any case, it probably is some sort of gift from my bloodline. Um... It’s an honor to m-meet you, though. My name is Beraich. Do... you have a name?”
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nortfromthepast:
It has indeed been some time since Xehanort walked the streets of Traverse Town, though time flies often enough for one who can walk the universe at will. There is much he seeks, and much more he must seek discreetly, lest those who would end him notice. He is yet to comfront the Guardians of Light fully, yet at some point battle is coming. He can feel it in his bones, with the certainty of fate.
Yet that is yet to come, and Traverse Town is one of the few worlds where Xehanort is not surprised to encounter a friendly face. One of the worlds where he comes in peace, or at least has come in peace so far, for it is truly useful to be in good terms with a world of travelers.
“Hello, Fayette.” He greets back, his smile reaching his eyes for a moment. “And so I have. To visit and to shop, mainly.” He reveals.
He seems to recall her smile having been more confident, in the past, yet anything could have happened in the time he has been gone.
“Dare I hope you have been well?” He then asks, golden gaze polite. “Has something worth the mention happened, in all these months?”
“Ah, well...”
🌪 || Something worth mention. A variety of things fall under that, technically. From Beriach’s return, to talking to her own Other, and now recovering her brother and realizing the truth behind the strange aspects of her existence? Yes, there’s been a lot worth mention. And she’s done lying to herself at this point, especially when those around her have been doing that very same thing.
“...Yes. A loh’. I... don’ know what ih all mea-ns, yet. The to-wn ih be-ing dr-agg-ed ih’to my mess no-w, too...” [...Yes. A lot. I... don’t know what it all means, yet. The town is being dragged into my mess now, too...]
🌪 || Tenbrien’s presence is notably absent this time. They don’t feel like interfering, it seems.
“Ih’s fi-ne, th-ou-gh! E-ve-ry-one’s sa’e, ah leah. Ih’m gla-d hyu’ah do-ing go-od.” [It’s fine, though! Everyone’s safe, at least. I’m glad you’re doing good.]
🌪 || Her expression finally betrays her. She’s too accustomed to happiness, and as a result, her face falls when she tries to shove away her own feelings. It’s clear that everything that occurred regarding her “mess” is more than she’s letting on. Regardless, she continues.
“Ih’m in cha-r-ge oh to-wn sae’ey for a whi-le! Ports-mire leh’t me in cha-r-ge whi-le she tea-che-s Behrie to ma’er ma-gic whi-le u-sing his key-blay-de. Ih’m the num-ber one pa-tro-l gih now!” [I’m in charge of town safety for a while! Portsmire left me in charge while she teaches Berie to master magic while using his keyblade. I’m the number one patrol girl now!]
🍋 || i had an immensely terrible new years (im pretty sure it was a traumatic experience) but!! im back now. took two days of almost straight rest to get back into shape
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“Oh must you shout so loudly? It was you that stumbled upon me and did not watch where you stepped.”
“O-Ofcoursei’msorryit’stotallymybad-”
Breathe, man, breathe. It’s just a unicorn! Nora’s told him about unicorns! They can’t be too rare anymore, especially since he knows a dragon!... Oh, who’s he kidding? He is beyond bewildered.
“I-I just. W-wow. I. I-I never thought I’d get to see another mythical creature in my lifetime since Hope’s Peak...” “Y-You’re really pretty...”
“To the souls lost, displaced by the will of the gods, and to the souls still lingering, seeking resolution… I call upon your aid, by the will of my threads.”
🌪 || To use the magic of the Weaver bloodline, one must first call for the assistance of those that fill the space of the very universe: the souls stuck, trapped between realms, unable to be heard, unable to be touched. He’s done it what feels like thousands of times, but even then, it is still nerve wracking. Should the souls not answer, his only power becomes useless.
🌪 || Fortunately, they have always answered him, and they do not fail to keep that a constant. Within seconds of his prayer, the circle created within his fingers lights up with the power of millions of displaced consciences, enveloping his room with the pure, concentrated energy of the Aetherium, borrowed from souls throughout the entire universe.
🌪 || He knows not to search for his sister’s heart while he is granted this sight. She has made it abundantly clear she does not wish to be found- at least, not yet. Instead, he begins a search of his own.
🌪 || A search for the Nameless One. Should he be able to perform Alteraza once he gets his sights on the cursed entity behind the destruction of his original home, they may yet have an advantage.
“Praxasko y’klanie nez.”
visualizing the heart station...
🍋 || OH YEAH NOW THAT IM BACK ON THIS BLOG...
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Saw it in his face – this world, he doesn’t love it.
It doesn’t love him back, no, not even for the blink of an eye.
MURDER IS ART.
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entry date 1446
i wonder if im worth the burden that’s being placed on everyone else.
i love beraich. i love lharezen. i love tenbrien. i love everyone here in traverse town.
but i don’t know that it's really worth it to suffer while protecting me. the nameless one only wants me, and i don’t know if i should try to fight them at this point.
with every day that passes i can feel my heart becoming more and more unstable as it grows.
is it worth it to see what could happen if i let it continue?
am i worth it?
