#c0rdated

[igniter-nexus]

i ship u w c0rDATEd aka me B)

[ aka im still waiting for you to come sweep me off my feet 8) ]

[horizonhearts-archive-blog]

hey hi yO can i reserve riku B)

Hey man you sure can, Riku is reserved to you until June 28th! Don't fail me now, Sora needs his homo buddy.

-- Sora mod

[stolestars-blog]

lambencies, c0rdated, keyblxde

          a soft rapping of fingers against wooden grain of linger flotsam, a doldrum of lackadaisical noises that harken to a boredom yet unsung. catching glimmer of a gaze, she sputters for a moment passing, the rogue dashed in crimson hardly one for shy demeanor and boldly speaks out at the linger set of eyes and their owner, 

                             ❛ didn't yer mum ever teach you it's rude to stare, mhm?

          she harps out, toes wriggling in soft sand -- no matter paid to grains sticking evidently to damp clothes and wraps alike. 

[txcitus]

perdidit in translatione |c0rdated|

Whenever Light didn't know exactly where she was, she always found herself wandering on to a beach - and what a beach it was, with the rising sun casting the sky, the clouds, and the fine white snow into shades of orange, pink, and red. It was a peaceful, quiet town; not unlike Bodhum, which the soldier knew she would never see again. All things considered, had she not awoken here an hour prior without an iota as to where exactly she was, she would have been very relaxed.

Turning away from the setting sun, she looked inland again. The sleepy little town was starting to wake up, and the soldier did not have a doubt in her mind that with that waking, there would be some fairly uncomfortable questions. Questions like, 'who are you,' 'what are you doing here,' 'why do you have a gun that turns into a sword.' Questions she could not for the life of her answer in any way that was going to make sense. 

What a headache.

Thin, light pink eyebrows furrowed delicately as she picked up movement ahead of her on the beach, further inland from where the sea lapped at her boots. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes past six in the morning; whoever it was was out for a morning jog or was wondering who was on the beach at this ungodly hour. 

"Right."

A scowl, and she about-faced sharply on a heel; if they didn't take the turned back and closed posture as a sign to go away, she didn't know what would.