Wholeness

sora, see? that's why it has to be you roxas associated with isola

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blazinghell·:

It wasn’t like the blonde made a lot of money here, but that didn’t stop her from browsing the mall for accessories and clothes. Surrounded by various racks and boxes reminded her of the Shibuya Underground Mall – reminded her of home – complete people bustling in and out, here and there. 

For today, Ann was in the mood for new clothes, perhaps thinking of splurging as her own reward for that huge battle last month. God, maybe she should buy two new things. The first order of business, though, was to find a new T-shirt. Preferably nothing too dressy, but something super comfortable! She deserved a break after everything that happened. 

And so, she pranced into the first shop that caught her eye, some place that looked trendier than the rest. Past the formal blouses, the long dresses, the sparkling shoes, to the casual t-shirts. By now, Ann knew which colors suited her the best, and she just wanted a soft, round-neck t-shirt that she could relax in. But before any merchandise could catch her eyes…. 

A fashion disaster of unspeakable levels was hanging off of the arms of a small teen who was also shopping for clothes. There was no way he was thinking of wearing those clothes together… Right?

She keeps a watchful on the fellow blond, trying not to let her horror reflect on her face. Oh no… Checkers? With plaid? She had to step in.

❛ You know.. I think maybe solid color pants would look nice with those t-shirts. Maybe some plain, dark-wash jeans, rather than patterned pants? ❜

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In Roxas' defense, he didn't pick out his clothes. They're kinda what he showed up in for one reason or another. They were comfortable and practical are all the fashion rules he knew about. Not that one should never clash plaid with checkers, which... he didn't even know which one was which. Why is called plaid? Checkers were more self-explanatory with it being like a checkerboard. If someone were to use such terminology in front of him, he would be lost. Fashion was the last thing typically on a teen boy's mind, especially when he was fighting heartless.

All he knew is his current clothes were better than that stuffy black Organization coat.

The attack on his current fashionable clothes was something he was unaware of, clearly entranced by all the options before him. He didn't know where to begin! All he was doing was simply browsing with some choices he was internally weighing in his hands before getting spooked by the voice.

"U-Uh? What?" He was too enthralled by all his choices to notice the blonde approaching behind him. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what most of that even means." His words were earnest as he scratches the back of his head, looking away a bit sheepishly. He wasn't a fan of being out of the loop and looking like an idiot. Who was?

All the words meant to Roxas was put the clothes down despite them speaking to him. Or at least the pants. "So dark pants without anything else on it..?"

It took him a moment to find some of that description before holding them up to her. "Like these?" They weren't jeans but dark grey pants.

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dualblossomspinner·:

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Marta was standing a ways back, watching a family go about their day in Palmacosta. There was a mother and father, and a happy young daughter… she was sitting on her father’s shoulders, laughing with her parents.

In the mother’s hair, there were two flower hairclips- ones that perfectly matched the ones Marta was wearing now. The memory was so happy, but it also made her a little sad… she was too distracted to notice a boy approaching, likely wondering why she was just watching the young family.

“Mom…”

If anyone was absolutely clueless, it was Roxas. People were falling asleep around town except for a few here and there. He kind of went around aimlessly, trying to find out what was going on before being sucked into a new and unfamiliar area. He swears he was somewhere else and not here. Was his mind playing tricks on him...?

He saw another girl, about the same age as him, merely standing there as if lost in thought. He did follow her sight and see that the little girl looked like the one before him. Yup. His mind was messing with him. He would approach her slowly and clear his throat before speaking, "Uh... Can you tell me where I'm at? Sorry if I'm interrupting something..." He was a bit on the sheepish side. He almost felt like he was in a different world, needing to protect the 'world order.' There was still no way to escape, right? He's definitely not in a different world, then despite the feeling. He chose not to acknowledge the ‘mom’ comment from the girl... Yup. He was definitely interrupting something.

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imaginaxion·:

Even with him stopping and looking at her – at her, not through her, seeing her – Xion still believes for a moment that’s she’s making this all up. Even though she knows Isa and Lea are both here, it seems too unreal, too magical somehow, that Roxas might be able to be here too. It’s been so long since she was brought here. Too long. Why, only now, would whatever powers that be decide it was time for him to join them?

It can’t be real.

But–but–

His voice sounds so real. It really sounds like he’s there in front of her, talking to her. Xion’s lips part slightly, but no further sound escapes her. Not yet. She’s still scared the illusion might shatter.

“I’ve…” She slowly finds her voice, because the worst that can happen is he isn’t really here and she has to go back to living without him. But she’s already done that, for months. Best case scenario is he really is here, and if her hands weren’t full she has half a mind to pull out her phone and check the contacts to see if Roxas would be staring back at her. “… I’ve been here. For so long.”

It’s been months. Closer to half a year than not. Months that she was convinced he wasn’t going to show up – still is convinced, really.

But he still hasn’t faded away, and it doesn’t take long for Xion’s lower lip to start trembling, for her face to crumple.

“…you’re… really here, aren’t you? They really… brought you here?”

It may have been almost a year for Xion but no time has passed for Roxas. Everything was fine back at home. No one was missing or transported to a different universe entirely, trapped with no way out. Nothing of that sort. It was all fresh in his mind all their fun and adventure of finally being able to unwind and be actual friends without worrying about one thing or keyblade business. They could be friends full time now with no worries about anything beyond what was for dinner.

He simply stares at her wide-eyed, trying to digest everything, mouth slightly agape. How else is he supposed to react..? Say? Do? None of this made sense. Why were they trapped here? How come Xion was here for a very long time yet not missing in their world, their home. What was going on?!

He rubs his eyes to ensure she would still be there, speaking to him afterward, which... she was. She's the one really here too. He nods and forces out a small sheepish smile. "Yes... I'm really here, Xion. You... you are too, aren't you?"

He takes a step forward and offers a hand out to her, trying to ground them both. Contact would reassure the other that he was here with her. They... were stuck here. Together. She wasn't alone anymore.

"Is that for me?" He was looking at the ice cream about to drop in her trembling hands. There was a small smile on his face now, one filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Xion! I'll be sure to buy the ice cream next time."

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@lunadriven

Lots of pink. Too much pink. Roxas' vision was obscured by the abundance of cherry blossoms blowing in the wind right into his face. Awesome. It was like Marluxia was in the same room as him, blowing all sorts of pedals everywhere just because he felt like it. Just like him... He wonders what happened to him. What his past was like. He should've come back like everyone else... Everyone should have, but they were still missing when Roxas disappeared into this world.

Regardless, it's hard not to think about Marluxia in a place of his likeness.

Maybe it's him reminiscing too hard, but he swears he sees a familiar shade of blue in the sea of pink. Unable to shake his urges, Roxas runs after the passing blue just to shake off this feeling.

"Isa..?" It was him, right? Was this all some sick joke? Xion, Sora, Lea, and now Isa. He wanted his friends but not actually there. A childish wish he regrets.

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flynni·:

Oh! This kid was on fire!

Sent off in stitches, Eugene hunched over in a fit of giggles. Despite his own flamboyance, his own sense of humor wasn’t as sophisticated as one would assume and he favored a simple, classic joke like this. To show his approval, Eugene swung his free arm around the kid’s shoulder, nearly dropping his own melon in the process had it not been for a quick save.

“Now that’s a good quality joke! I like you.”

“You could even say… you’re one in a melon! What’s your name, kid? Who’re you, and what brings you to this beautiful festival on this fine day?”

That joke was killer. Thanks Pence! He'll be sure to thank him whenever he sees him again, whenever that may be. Who knew it would be useful ever. He always managed to crack the perfect jokes when the time felt right even when the joke was cheesy. He almost made a grown man curl up on the floor, surrounded by melons, with his stolen joke. What a sight! It's going to make them taste even sweeter.

The contact was unexpected but not unwelcomed as he beams up to the taller man.

"The name's Roxas! Yours? Mostly wandering... Melon always taste better in the summertime and on the beach. I figured I'd get one and bring it back to the marina before the fireworks show. Maybe you'd like to come with?" He was clearly in a good mood and offering more information than he usually would. The guy seemed familiar but he couldn't place his finger on it. Like they'd already met.

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dxrkestmirror·:

“…You’re not a very good joke.”  The boy pouted with his childish retort, he thought it was hilarious!  But, this is also coming from the guy that laughed at a sword duel, thinking it was peak comedy.  His humor needs some finetuning for sure, it’s the little things that need work for Shadow.

“I thought my overexaggerated tone of voice was indicative enough…”  Shadow hummed in thought, “I guess I had too much faith…”  The young swordsman tapped his chin, “I suppose you’re right…And friends are hard to come by anyways.”  Maybe for him.

"What does that even mean?" He wasn't a joke. If anyone was a joke, it was like... Ansem or someone else they managed to defeat. He, Roxas, was far from a joke. "I was just trying to help you out! I didn't mean to hurt you or something. Our humor is... different. Darkness is no joke anyways."

"Where I come from, that's what they sound like when they talk about the darkness and everything. I just think I'm exhausted and not adjusted to everything yet. Sorry." Are friends hard to come by? Well, he did have to ask Lea before if he and Xion could be friends... He's changed since then. "Maybe we can be friends? Do you have any?" It was a rollercoaster of emotions for Roxas but he's concluded that this kid isn't genuinely a bad guy.

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imaginaxion·:

It’s nice to have things back to normal – or at least as normal as they can get in this city. Whatever had happened weeks prior to drag them into that fantasy world they’d been in had been reverted, and she was back in Spirale, back with her own body. Back with the things she’d started getting so familiar with.

Xion likes having things to be able to ground herself with – things that she can call home. And even if there had been similar places in Fantasia, there’s nothing quite like the clocktower in Spirale proper. Other than – well. As far as things went, here, there’s nothing like it.

So it makes sense that she was heading back to it, today.

She’d found Lea there, once upon a time, and she’d learned quickly that it for certain isn’t just her that enjoyed visiting it and taking in the view. It’s a change to how things were back in Twilight Town, where outside of her little – well, less little, before she’d been grabbed away – group, she never… saw anyone there.

Here, Xion’s seen all sorts of people. She’s taken to buying two ice creams on her visits, just in case, because even if anyone else up there didn’t want company, she knows the view’s always better with ice cream. And sometimes no one was up there at all, so she could treat herself to two!

Not that… it’s the same. She’d rather share.

She isn’t expecting anyone today, regardless; she expects everyone else to still be settling in from their return to Spirale, and with the eclipse a couple of days prior she knows there will be new friends being made and people reuniting with the old. That’s how it always went.

She reaches the top, lost in thought, and doesn’t process that there’s anyone else even up there at first until she spots movement out of the corners of her eyes. Xion raises her head properly, and stares.

She nearly drops both of the ice creams.

“Rox–”

“–Roxas?”

She’s hesitant to say his name, as if saying it out loud will prove that it isn’t really him, that it’s just someone else or some phantom that she’s conjured up lost in thought as she’d been. When he doesn’t vanish, she says it again with more conviction but still just as nervous.

“Roxas!?”

The last thing Roxas remembers is being back on Destiny Islands with everyone. Everything was right, as it should be. Everyone was reunited together, able to live they've all longed for. They were able to relax, enjoy themselves without any fights or anything of importance. Often, the most important thing on everyone's mind was what was happening for dinner and who was going to cook it. There was no need for a keyblade beyond playfully sparring. There was no Ansem or Xehanort or anyone along those lines to defeat.

They were all home. Together. Finally.

Things were perfect until waking up in a foreign place, far away from home. Now, he was there and didn't know what to think or do.

Until he hears his name. Roxas. In such a familiar voice, too. Xion...? No, ha. She's not here. It's merely his mind playing tricks on him to make up for his lack of company. He needs to keep walking forward, not bothering to look back. Maybe this clocktower has some magic or something to play with the minds of the weak. Probably something along the lines of "making them hear from someone they desperately wish they could see" or something. He's used to that.

Even so, Roxas couldn't shake this feeling. He couldn't shake his heart's desire to look back and see if Xion was really there.

Turning on the balls of his feet, he walks back to the face of the clocktower to see her. Xion.

Running wasn't the wisest decision, but he did it thoughtlessly, without any real concern for himself. He stops right in front of her, unsure what to do, what to say. He simply stares and blinks, rubbing his eyes furiously.

"Xion...? Is that... really you? What are you doing here...?" If it was a phantom, she couldn't respond but does she look so real. So... actually before him. He wants to hug her but if he does, he’s certain this illusion would go away. He simply must... stare and hold his ground. This was beyond cruel.

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        “man… the boardwalk is always a lively place, isn’t it?” he has been down here loads of times since he arrived and eventually it became a good hang out spot for him, other than the clocktower in the fibonacci ward. since the festival was around, it was more crowded than usual. “don’t you remember? we talked about going to the beach. have you seen it? this is not exactly it but it sure is nice.” how could he forget about the times they talked about going to the beach together? going to the beach with sea salt ice cream? either way, he wasn’t complaining. the way it was all set up, they were bound to find a whole bunch of activities. he turns to roxas, placing both hands on his hips. “i think they are setting up the fireworks soon, what do you say? unless you’d rather play one on one instead.” it didn’t matter what they were going to end up doing, lea was just happy to finally hang out with his friend again.

It was more on the overwhelming side, but Lea was keeping his focus, so it lessened the stress of being in a crowd of this volume for the first time. "It really is... I didn't realize there could be so many people in one place." He's used to there being a handful of people in the same place as him... not this much. "Yeah, I couldn't forget one of the most important things to me," It was a light joke -- something that was held to him dearly, a dream, one he was determined to make come true. And it did. For a short time, that is. This would have to do. "I've been briefly, but it'll be more fun with some company." Roxas beams up at his much taller friend.

Fireworks... something he's heard about in passing. He knows what they are but hadn't had a chance to see them live. "We can play one on one later. Let's get some ice cream before the show starts!" The only warning Roxas gave Lea before running off was a devious grin. Roxas didn't know where he was going exactly, but all he knew is he was going to beat Lea in this declared unspoken race.

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dxrkestmirror·:

“Geez, you really cannot take a joke.”  Despite the fact he also had a weapon strapped in his scabbard: a wooden sword.  He did not draw it, that would be stupid.  Though, if Roxas were to attack first, he wouldn’t have second thoughts on defending himself  “I was just kidding.  I ain’t going back to that life either, chill out.”

“You said your name was Roxas, yeah?  Do you have friends?  Do they joke around with you?”  The questions, while genuine had come off as more snarky if anything.  Damn that monotone he had most of the time except when his emotions were high.  “Maybe if they don’t…Get some new friends.”

Oh. What? Ugh... He would simply bring down his keyblade back to his side, gripping it until his knuckles turn white. He would want to chuck it at Shadow's head, but he knows that would make the situation worse. He doesn't want to ruin this possible 'friendship' he could possibly gain from this random scene of events. "It's not a very good joke." Especially not when he's been submerged in the dark for far too long... He's not going back.

"Well, duh. I do. We make different kinda jokes though... plus how can I tell if it's a joke if I barely know you?" Roxas huffs a tuft of hair out of his face. "New friends? Get real. That's not a real reason to get rid of a friend, I think..." Was there any reason to get rid of a friend? He doesn't know... Nope. He can't think of one.

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