#ansemtheheartless

[accursedwanderer-blog]

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@ansemtheheartless

Was he just...slapped?

Xehanort had no time to register the situation at hand for by the time he could, Ansem was already at his throat. He gasped for air, coughing and wheezing whilst doing so. The tips of his fingernails desperately clawed against the heartless male's wrists. He could feel the air leaving his body. Darkness soon followed and shrouded the majority of his vision.

"I don't...want to...-" Die.

Though Xehanort presented himself as an adult in the end he was but a child, a spoiled one at that. His eyes still held a sense of fear, knowing that for once his life would not be in his control.

[dawntermined]

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“That was when we shared a physical meat body together. I don’t... I don’t need that now.” Riku swatted the hand on his chin away. “I need you to back off and leave me alone before you get a keyblade in your intestines.”

He crossed his arms. “I’m also not a child so don’t treat me like one. I can kick your ass if I wanted.”

[potestasaeterna-a]

     “You have a CHOICE, Ansem: stay with the old fool on his errand to recreate a fairy tale and die as his puppet, or turn away.”

     @ansemtheheartless  ~ quick starter ~

[vincula-flammae]

@ansemtheheartless sent in for a starter

 The young man watched the other a vicious sneer moving across his face as something seared in his chest oh yes, one of the first times he had felt this since his recompletion and he’s eyeing the Heartless with an emotion he knows he can name now. And that name is:

Hatred

How he has waited to meet this one on the field of battle but it looks like it came early, why Ansem is appearing before that so called appointed time he doesn’t know but if the other wants to throw down far be it for Lea to deny him because he would adore being the one to incarnate the man where he stood. Who knew Twilight Town would be where they would meet face to face. “Seems like someone forgot to take out the trash.”

  Flames licked at his fingertips, emotions building in his chest, bubbling up with intensity after being so repressed for so long and he felt the power under his skin burning to get out and the rush was heady and powerful. He could lose himself in the sensation but he needed to keep that control, control was what made the difference between a finely crafted sword and a melted heap of trash.

[darkbcrn-blog]

@ansemtheheartless

|X| “You can’t get rid of me, iv’e been that old mans pawn longer then most, sides i don’t seem to die you know, so good luck trying.” Holding out Voidgear to the heartless.

He will defend himself.

[such-as-hearts]

@ansemtheheartless

"Um...I don't think this is gonna fit me..." Sora said to Ansem as he tried on his rather large cloak.

[zettaflarc-a]

@ansemtheheartless​ from X

“Oh, nothing,” he dismissed the subject with a gesture of his hand. “Just wanted to talk. You may have noticed I don’t have lots of friends here”, Axel scoffed.

From the ones he had betrayed firsthand, to the others he’d rather not be close to, he didn’t have the best relationship with most members of the old Organization. As for Xehanort, neither his old or his young selves were exactly his favorite people in the world.

“That makes it awfully quiet sometimes.”

[afoolelopedindarkness]

He’s a scientist, not a bloody model.

ansemtheheartless replied to your post: Sees Xehanort’s halves fighting among themselves.

“Keep your shirt on, no one wants to see your old man titties.”

Ansem stares dumbfounded at this. “...Why would I even do THAT?”