#checkeredblonde

[marluxiaanthomanic]

checkeredblonde replied to your post “You’re impossible to live with.”

The blond huffed, palms against his hips. "That's my point. You're impossible to live with."

"If you are expecting an outlet of sorts, I suggest you look elsewhere. I do not have the time nor the patience to humor you." He looked back to his papers.

[marluxiaanthomanic]

"You’re impossible to live with."

He looked up from his stack of papers, not even an eyebrow raised. This argument was ages old between the two, taken as much as it was given.

"Get to the point, Roxas."

[inkedinmemory]

checkeredblonde replied to your post “Hey, Namine! You free?”

"I need a piercing, and you're the best to go to."

"Aw..you didn't have to come to me, Roxas. But thank you. Was there something...you had in mind? Or was it a 'lets have a needle stuck in me' sort of trip that brought you here?" 

[marluxiaanthomanic]

" Roxas Has passed away."

His eyes widened at the news, unable to express anything but surprise. "How?" He found himself asking. The younger man was fine this morning, completely fine.

[inkedinmemory]

Aqua getcho hair out of this icon

roommate while clipping Terra icons 

[marluxiaanthomanic]

AU Canon--Mornings

Each morning before he left to do whatever rude roommates did, Marluxia would make Roxas a cup of tea. He would plan it so as the other shuffled from his room, hair messy, hands rubbing at the sleep in his eyes, the tea was still steaming, the man already gone from any acknowledgement of the act. On good days, it would be waiting for the blond on the small table of their apartment, a plate of toast--the only other thing Marluxia knows how to make--laid by its side. And on the bad, it was an empty mug sitting on the stove, its tea left dry at its bottom. A pot of boiled water would be standing by its side, forgotten in the morning rush. Stressed and fatigued beyond hell, he still had the thought to give this little kindness.

It was the days of forgotten kettles that betray his fondness for the other man.

[inkedinmemory]

[text to: Nams] Hey, can you smack some sense into your cousin? [/send]

Her eyes looked away from the lit up screen of her phone, over to where her cousin was sitting on the other side of the couch, content with watchin tv. "Riku?" Instead of saying anything else, she simply turned her phone for him to see, giving him the chance to explain. 

[cielozafiro-blog]

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angelicroxas

      Over a few minutes since he left his house, Sora found himself not aware of where he was supposed to go or even what he was searching for, his sense of direction was a totally disaster and by his misfortune he couldn't even find the small note he made before leaving his house, clueless about where he should go he quickly ran through the crowdy streets as he looked onto his bag.

                      Where is it? I put it here, I'm sure of that, darn.

      Suddenly he tripped onto his own shoelaces and crachsed into someone."woaaah!" he whined softly as he rapidly fell backwards onto his backside and shut his blue eyes, slowly he tried to stood up but it wasn't easy, he looked up to the person in front of him and tried to apologize."I-I'm sorry I wasn't watching my road and then my paper, where is my...paper, oh, hum...sorry." he said a bit ashamed of his action.