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Indie (Old Man) Xehanort RP Blog. Sideblog to xemnasthatneverwas.

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Luxu hums, looking Xehanort over and chewing lightly on his bottom lip. “I have four, not including myself. One of my five didn’t answer the call.” Not that he can particularly blame her.

“But unfortunately, the two pieces I am missing are set in stone. They cannot be replaced or substituted for. And as much as I do enjoy being surrounded by you and your many selves, there is nothing I can do to change that.”

“We’ll gather Ava as soon as possible, and our Master will return. And what happens after that,” He shrugs, tilting his head to the side in a dismissive manner. Something Xehanort didn’t need to know.

“But… You’ve already proven your worth. And while you have certainly earned your right to retire… There’s no reason for me to lie and say I don’t want you around. I would miss you. Terribly.”

Xehanort lets out a breath through his nose, eyebrows rising. He knows that look well---it’s usually a sign that Xigbar wants him to grab him and fuck him on the spot. But no. This is an adult conversation between Master keyblade wielders(---and how long has it been since he had one of those? Never one besides the pitiful small talk and childish games with Eraqus. Besides that, he’s just been flitting about with his other, younger, pathetic excuses for vessels. Unworthy to hold his heart, in truth, or he would’ve won. He could’ve never expected Xigbar was more than that. If he had known... that things were so much more interesting and important than he ever could have dreamed---)And that conversation will not be stopped by either of their base desires... however potent they may be. (Sex with Xigbar was fun before, dominating him, humiliating him... Now Xehanort feels a thrum of power and pleasure to his lower core just knowing who he really was and what he let him do to him.)

“Then do not let me go,” Xehanort’s voice is deep and foreboding. His back is straight---not a touch of the hunch he put upon to look weak and pliant for the light. “Allow your champion to once again pledge his loyalty to his Dominus.”

He can resist it no more. He closes the distance between them, traces his thumb against Luxu’s chewed bottom lip. “Do not miss me when you can have me, Luxuria. If this is your game, why should you not have all the pieces you so desire? Desire me, and I am yours to take you to the heights you belong.”

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horny on mainday like for a nsfw ask from an old man lmao

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“No Name is certainly pretty and useful, I like your Master’s personal touches---but we both know you chose me as your champion because I am powerful all on my own.”

“You have six pieces in play---at most, including yourself. You need someone to round out the ranks until the last can be gathered.”

“Why let me gather dust on the shelf? Allow me to be useful to History. To help you protect the balance, as I was always meant to. Let me prove my worth--and I will grant you a proper army of my lives: past, future, present.”

“Every King needs a Knight who is not one of his younger siblings.”

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mcltaway: "So. The Ancient Master reveals himself." Xehanort lets out a small huff of laughter, shoulders shaking. "The Irony is not lost on me, /Luxuria./ We both got what we wanted... I /suppose/. You're far better at the game than I thought. A few excellent moves... and you seem to have won... For now. But the game isn't over until we /both/ decide to stop playing." Xehanort slides his fingers over Luxu's jaw, nice and steady, before tilting up his chin in defiance. (1/2)

(2/2) “And I haven’t had nearly enough fun with you yet.”@mcltaway

“Oh?” He looks up at Xehanort with amusement in his eye, “And what move do you plan to make now, Xehanort? I dare say you’re out of moves. I gave you your keyblade war. Let you fell the power of the χ-blade in your own hand… And you were still bested by a toddler who hasn’t passed his mark of mastery. Far from impressive, dear.”

“Though, I will thank you for returning my keyblade to me. I hope she served you well, I know she certainly served me and my Master well while you had her.”

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Xigbar’s breath hitches, and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest. His next few blinks are slow, like he’s physically savoring every word that comes out of Xehanort’s mouth. He even drops down carefully to his knees for him, though the action is partly so he’s not bent over awkwardly.

“I-” He pauses, and swallows, trying to get his tongue to loosen up “I don’t need a reward, Master. Knowin’ I’ve earned your praise is plenty reward enough.“ Certainly, he’s done something good here today; All his concerns about whether Saix would be upset with him disappear in the knowledge that he’s made his master proud.

“Good answer,” He smiles, stroking Xigbar’s hair one last time before letting go. “Just remember. If you’d ever like that reward from me. All you have to do to ask is to continue to fulfill your oath to me so well. I’ll look forward to hearing more information about the other vessels from you in the mean time.” As far as Xehanort knows, there are other secrets the vessels are hiding from him, that he hasn’t been able to get them to admit out loud. Hopefully this will encourage Xigbar to speed up the process.

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Xigbar steps obediently closer, until he’s well within arms reach of Xehanort. He’s glad he didn’t have to defend himself on that matter. He’s not sure how he would have done so, honestly. It’s a relief, knowing that Xehanort knows so confidently that he’ll never leave him.

Xehanort grabs him by a neck and pulls him down to his level–an “unnecessary” show of strength–but then loosens his grip, uses his thumb to stroke Xigbar’s cheek along a scar he had a very big hand in dealing. “I’m proud of you, Xigbar.” His voice is just a gentle as his touch. “Not falling prey to the others’ weaker impulses. You’re so much smarter than the rest of them. And thus, all the more precious to me. The rarest jewel in my collection: Someone worthy of kneeling by my side.” 

He strokes his other hand through Xigbar’s hair, petting him like a dog. “You’ve spent so long being my man on the inside. You kept the Organization in check for me in my absence. I’ve never properly thanked you for that, have I? Tell me, Xigbar. What do you think your reward should be, for being so loyal and faithful to me?”

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“Yes sir, it is.” He didn’t really want to share this information with Xehanort, to be honest. But he couldn’t deny him it, either. “We’ve been trying to get along better, though. I was playin’ with him and went too far. I hurt him. When I was apologizin’ for it later, he told me himself that he didn’t want t’ be a vessel any more, that he was determined to fight your influence. I think he probably thinks I feel the same way.”

“But you don’t,” Xehanort practically coos out the words, humming out a sigh and beckoning him close with two fingers. “Come here. Closer.”

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He knows by the look of things that he’s just affirming something that the Master already knows, but he’s been prompted to continue regardless. “Saix is aware of whats goin’ on, and he’s fightin’ to maintain himself through it. He’s pretty damn stubborn, I thought it might be a problem for us. Thought you might want to know.”

“How astute of you. I am glad you came to me with this information. And you shall be rewarded in kind.” He smiles. “Though I am... curious as to your methods in gaining it. Your relationship with the Diviner is strained... is it not?” The levity in Xehanort’s voice does not waver. He finds the petty squabbles between his vessels amusing, and more importantly, easy to exploit for his own gain. “How did you force him to tell you this?”

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“Master?” Xigbar’s tone is soft, like he’s uncertain he should even be saying this. Saix had said it to him in confidence, likely thinking he held the same feelings. “There’s a potential problem, with one of the chosen vessels. With, the only other one that has taken on your influence.”

“Oh? Do tell.” His voice lilts with interest and his eyebrow raises with the corner of his mouth. All appearances and the informality of speech would indicate he already knows exactly what Xigbar is saying, but the clear appreciation in his golden gaze goads his most loyal vessel into continuing anyway.

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he doesn’t know what becomes of No Name, nor does he care. Luxu’s hope despite everything is that the Master of Masters will never be able to see his family happy; hence his plan to leave instructions to either shove the weapon in a broom closet like he has, or hang it up in a room no one ever goes into. Luxu is nothing but spiteful in that regard, with every right to be.

“ one of the prettiest we’ve had in a while. ” Radiant Garden tends to have lighter winters, but the rains afterwards were biblical. if you were to ask Luxu, he would tell you that and a healthy amount of hard work was why the flowers grew as they did. “ i think it’s finally turning towards spring. ” he leans over with a small smile. “ if you ask me, it’s about damn time too. ”

Luxu had been sitting, eyes closed against the warm sun. growing old made him appreciate the simpler things; the gentle lap of water from the semi-man made pond, the way the sun’s ray hit him through the boughs of the tree he planted decades ago and warms his creaking bones. Luxu built this bench exactly for that purpose. luckily he’s old enough and has done enough for the town they let him do what he pleases for the most part. 

“ i haven’t seen you in town before, did you come to see all this? ” he asks, gesturing his arm broadly.

“In a sense.” He lets his eyes close as well, soaking up light for once on tired, wrinkled skin and aching bones. This, he tells himself, is balance, too. 

“I find that, at our age, time pushes us forward to where it wishes at its own whims.” He smiles fondly at himself. Time is like an old, begrudging partner at this point. Fate points him in one singular direction and he yields to it and no else. 

“Yet, I am thankful I was able to find such a place to rest amidst my travels, with such pleasant company.”

“I'll have to try to come back when Spring has finally arrived,” he hums. “Though I doubt I could enjoy it more.”

“Have you lived here very long?”

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i’m still going to use this blog, i shared it with my new blog @fleshheir . i’m still working on those starters as well! fun times.

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By all accounts, they should not know each other. They’re torn apart by age and time, full generations of Keyblade wielders between them and yet still, here they meet, in the middle of it all, by accident alone. Xehanort recognizes him immediately by his prosthetics, and his bow tie. The pictures that he’s seen in photo albums he’s scoured looking for history and meaning.

How long has it been, since Xehanort came to this world? Radiant Garden... is it even called that, yet?

He sees Luxu---Master Luxu---sitting on a bench, stick in his hands. Xehanort chooses to sit next to him, not too close and not too far away.

Xehanort has not yet tried to destroy the world, to Luxu. To Luxu, he has not even been born to this world or any other. They are simply two old men. Sitting on a bench. Enjoying the weather. Connected by a lineage and a power that no one could properly comprehend save themselves.

“Beautiful day, hm?”

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starter call

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