#8-bit-ginger

[moonstriker]

☮ ✿

☮ -- WELL FIRST OF ALL I AM A BEING OF PURE EVIL... no okay. Hm.          Wit; sarcasm; stature/body type (@chasingoblixion can attest to          this); fantastic hair; the literal worst at maintaining friendships.✿ -- I'm not as much of an asshole; I'm pretty chill about things; I like           ~adventure~; my memory is terrible; I have better anger management.

[moonstriker]

♪ 8^)

tell me where it hurts.

     This is so awful, I’m sorry… I’ve pretty much never written anything like this before, sob. The song fits pretty well though!

No one had really taken Isa’s return very well, Isa included.

He’d been overjoyed at first — both of them had been, a glorious celebration of the sort of happiness they’d been starved of for too long. Lea expected to drag his old friend back to Yen Sid’s castle to be met with smiles and cheers — from Sora at least, bless his too-trusting heart. As it turned out, that was exactly what they got… on the outside. Riku, Kairi, Mickey, and Yen Sid made the appropriate celebratory noises, and Sora was just as excitable as Lea expected.

But it was obvious to anyone with eyes that those sentiments didn’t come from the heart. Out of consideration for the one they actually liked, they allowed Isa to stay — but they certainly didn’t have to be happy about it.

The blue-haired man in question was met with uncomfortable side-glances wherever he went. Lea refused to believe that his old friend was anything but completely trustworthy, and the other Keybearers only went along with it because none of them wanted to be the one to tell Lea that he was literally dragging around a Darkened time bomb.

Isa had gotten the message very quickly, and true to nature, he immediately jumped on the bandwagon.

“You’re not leaving,” Lea snapped, for quite possibly the tenth time that evening. “I mean, sure, Saïx was… kind of an asshole. But you know what? Axel was also kind of an asshole, and you don’t see me jumping ship!”

“You’re a Keybearer,” Isa replied drily, eyes not moving from a distant point somewhere out the window. “Keyblades don’t exactly drop from the sky anymore. The fact that you can even summon that thing — if only barely,” he added before Lea could protest, “is proof enough of your worthiness. But me?” —Isa took a deep breath, detecting that his frustration was beginning to get out of hand. (One would think he’d be better at controlling that emotion specifically, since it was the only one he really felt for ten years.) “…My circumstances are different than yours.”

“What, because I’ve got some big dumb magic key and you don’t?” Lea couldn’t help but laugh. “That may actually be the most pathetic excuse I’ve ever heard. That’s a major accomplishment, Isa, you should be proud.”

“I can’t contain my elation.” Perfect deadpan.

“Anyway, like I said, it doesn’t matter. You don’t need to be a Keybearer to belong here.”

For the first time in the entire conversation, Isa ripped his gaze from the retreating sun, and put his head in his hands. 

“Lea, please,” he said; it came out far more vulnerable than he’d intended. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. You know exactly why I can’t stay here.”

There was a long, long pause.

Xehanort. He’d sunken his wrinkled old hands into Isa’s brain, and for a long time, he was rooted there. 

He could lapse back into being a vessel at any time. 

Not even Lea could deny that one, so he didn’t try to.

Instead, he wrapped his hands around Isa’s arm, and pulled the other up. Grudgingly, the blue-haired man allowed himself to be straightened into a standing position, both hands in Lea’s tight grip.

Belatedly, Isa realized that Lea was looking directly at him.

“I don’t care.”

“Um, what—”

“I don’t care!” Lea’s hands squeezed ever tighter around Isa’s, and that was enough to catch the former Diviner off guard.

“I don’t care if Yen Sid trusts you or not. I don’t care if you might be trouble. I don’t care if you invite the end of the worlds as we know them!” The redhead’s voice was steadily rising in volume and intensity. “Because, you know what? To hell with that. You deserve so much better than to just spend the rest of your life hiding! You’re so important, Isa! You don’t think that’s true, but it is! You’re so important to me and— I love you more than I can even say right now, and— and—”

Lea’s mouth was moving — quite frantically, in fact — like he was trying to get past the second and, but he couldn’t. It just wasn’t happening.

With dawning terror, Isa realized that the man in front of him was crying. And then he realized that he was crying, and by that point they were both really just fucked.

Lea pulled him into a hug, his lithe but powerful arms forcing the larger man into an embrace— and Isa decided that he didn’t really want to pull away.

“You’re not going anyplace,” Lea told him, voice shaking. “‘Cause I won’t let you.”

[moonstriker]

     Saïx's life had been incredibly uneventful for too long. Oh, he had plenty of things to do, if one counted the constant fleeing for his life from Xehanort and the merry band of fools -- but none of that meant anything. If one lives only to preserve their own life, then are they really 'living' at all? ...No. No, they are not, and following that logic, Saïx has not been living for a good long time.      There wasn't anything special about Traverse Town that drew him there. Perhaps, on some level, he was amused by the in-between world's reputation as a haven for lost ones. After all, he could very definitely be called a lost one now -- Radiant Garden had been rebuilt, but it was no longer his home world. The World that Never Was had that distinction, and since he had now estranged himself from the Organization, that home might as well be lost to Darkness too. Saïx was actually considering finding a roof to put over his head and settling down here; it was a large enough world that he could easily cover his tracks if anyone from the Organization came running, and the wide variety of odd-looking locals means that his blue hair doesn't stick out quite so much.      He's walking along a street in the Second District now, the very picture of calm; no Heartless could hurt him now, so why should he be afraid of them? There had been an infestation of the little bastards around here recently, so the place was very much deserted. Sometimes the crowds of the First District became a little overbearing, at which point he visited one of the more perilous Districts to clear his head.      There was one downside to a deserted District, however: other people were extremely hard to miss. Some kind of commotion was going on near the fountain...

[uncoveredillusions]

@ for a middle of the night text !

(text) Axel, I'm sorry to bother you, but something is beeping at me and I'm not sure what.

(text) It's highly unnerving, though.

[maplekeurig]

OK so since AkuVan <3 !!! is the otp hoW'S ABOUT Vanitas and Aqua? Or Axel and Aqua?

SCREAMS

VANITAS/AQUA

YES

FUCKING

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

A+++++++

oh but idk about axel and aqua

it seems cute but idk if i'd ship it,,,,

[vcidgear]

| cont. from ask |

8-bit-ginger

"Well, d’you want me to fix it or not?" Axel sighed, trying to hold the man still with a hold of his wrist as he pressed a wet cloth down over the wound on the top of his arm.

"Agh-! Well, could you be a little gentler about it?" He threw a glare at the man, gritting his teeth as his wound was tended to. 

[vcidgear]

"Stay still! I'm trying to stop the bleeding!" //hello~ I hope this is okay!

"Oww! Jesus fuck that hurts!" Vanitas winced as the red-head pressed down on his wound, sucking in a hiss through his teeth as red hot pain burned from the gaping cut, squeezing his eyes tightly closed.

[uncoveredillusions]

Memories!

For Ienzo, memories are extremely important because they are all he had for a very long time. He can look back and smile at most of them, too-even the ones that Zexion made.

For Nortie, most of his memories are only important as learning experiences. He only treasures the ones with Nortra in them.