#corvulpes

[strelitzic]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 , 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓     stared down at the book , given to her by the foreteller.  her , chosen for this task , of becoming something more then what she was used to. had wanted to be.  fingers brushed against dark green cover , rules that she would follow once everything had gone &. passed.  but she hesitated.  she wasn’t  --  she wasn’t special.  wasn’t strong , wasn’t different , wasn’t  --  wasn’t like them.          ❝  a-are you really sure?? why --  ❞          why her??

( @corvulpes. s.c )

[destinysailed]

@corvulpes asked : “ come on , take a deep breath . it’s gonna be alright . ”  𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 | Accepting! 

“ ‘m fine!” 

He doesn’t make a convincing argument, gripping the front of his shirt like his life depended on it, sweat falling down the side of his face and his breath still at an unsteady pace. It had been awhile since he had a nightmare so bad that he nearly had a night terror as a result. 

Still, he takes her advice, taking a deep breath - holding it for a moment - and then exhaling. He keeps his posture rather guarded, turning away from the woman slightly, but still addressing her as he finds the voice to speak again. “ D’n worry ‘ver me, dove- I mean, ma’am.” Donald would have his head if he heard those ‘poor manners’. The thought almost makes him roll his eyes.

“ ‘m fine.” He repeats again, giving a lopsided grin, or the best he could give one at the moment. “That’ll teach me t’ fall asleep on th’ beach I guess.” 

[valorxdrive]

♕ -  ‘A little? Then I’d sure hate to see you up on an angry day!’ Naturally he keeps those thoughts balanced in mind. Seeing that tilt of her head alongside of the aura her voice manages to exude clued him in enough alongside their dance of clashing strikes and divine metal. Sora’s posture was cocked into a curious fashion, doing all he could to discern some sort of read despite that readily clear look of mask that aimed to keep her from truly meeting his eyes. Not that he’d tell her this either-- but it’s truly tuning up to be a grating curiosity to see what’s under it.

But once she speaks of allies that once were? That natural goading nature softened, eyes perking wider, realization dawning as that alone caused the keybearer’s eyes to soften. “Oh.. your friends.” Her important people. That alone was enough to wrench literal mountains of empathic understanding at the drop of a hat. It was one subject that she never outright stated to him.. fluttering hints, faint instances or slips, but to hear this outright with the tone born made him assume the worst.

So he keeps quiet, those irises as acutely listening as his ears as she mulled over those tucked away wishes and glimmering dreams. The care she holds for them didn’t rouse any second guesses, the warmth that tethered itself with the chill of loneliness made it evident in the world of hearts. Once she had finished, that only made him take an abrupt breath of the chilled and mildly magic static air as he steps closer towards her.

“Apologizing is never something I need just because you miss someone. Y’know what? We should try this again.” Sora exclaims in one moment--

Only to take the keyblade--

And proceed to sling the bonded weapon as high off into the air as he can. That is what he had to say to training.

To the feelings presented on the other hand? Her well being? That is what garners this serious look as they were practically face to face, a brown brow raised while those eyes aimed to bore directly into her mask. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed a thing or two. You’re talking to one of the best at that--” Faux reassurances? Hard fought smiles? He was juice drinking buddies with those elements. Whether he should be proud of that fact is another question entirely. It was a fault, a nudging weakness that many could come to exploit, but Sora felt comfortable in letting those blanketed secrets receive a refreshing blast of sunshine now and then.

“I know it’s not any of my business, and maybe I might be being a bit too nosy too. But! If there’s one things I have learned, friends always liked it when they’re talked about now and then. Talking well.. it just feels nice, I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to spend a moment or two if you wanted to talk about the good ol’ days.” He encourages, sadly leaving the ‘professional’ aura to the wayside before his literal toughest teacher yet. (When she felt game for it.)

@corvulpes​

[kcystotheheart]

When the time comes...                                                             You must fly away from here      But remember... 

                          May your heart be your guiding key...

                                 @kcystotheheart || @corvulpes

[thefatalmarksman]

werewolf au xig: alrighty, lessee who we got on my team in case the nort pack finally comes after my ass—we got an angry baby, a cry baby, two smol magical gorls, and an ancient comrade from a millennia ago who, though powerful, would probably cry (and probably has cried) if she accidentally hurts a fly

...xig, taking a long, hard shot of whiskey: yup haha so far so good

[cosmamas]

dawn does stuff. ava teller sim ( requested by @corvulpes )

traits: active, clumsy, creative, genius, good, jealous, romantic

[potestasaeterna-a]

  Guys, Xemnas love his smol mom--she only reaches up to his hips.

[eyesofparoxysm-a]

“ When did all of this start? “

“ Pretty sure it was when we ran out of milk “ 

Bad sign when their running out of milk, things start to go bad after that. Which, is a sign to always get back up milk! That a certain Master forgot about in the last outing. 

Whoops.