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[xion-the-gentle]

Princess & Lord

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  This was a lot to take in. To be honest, none of this really mad sense to her. The fact he was even here at all let alone talking to her after helping destroy him....it was all surreal. Their last moments together still etched and burned into her memory, a flinch in time she tried to hide away as she stared into his oddly softer gaze. 

For all that had happened...she was at least happy he was alive and well and no longer tied to the Darkness that bound him along with his Heartless. He was free and yet he chose to come back here of all places. How did the here in question even return...? None of this should exist anymore. But as he spoke on and tried to make sense to his explanation of being and place, it slowly began to dawn on her....this was all indirectly her own doing.

Xion blinked down to herself, her hand resting over the thumbing beat against her palm where it laid against her chest. She-....She out of pure will and kindness became the Princess of this land? For simply loving and caring for those around her when nobody else would? As if on cue the Dusk’s watching from the windows all wiggled in unison, a little ‘hello’ to what she assumed they thought was their Princess...her. She timidly smiled back and waved at them before they scattered in all opposite directions, satisfied with her acknowledgement. 

“Yes, I suppose that makes sense.” Xion finally murmured, letting her hand fall back to her side before turning her azure gaze back on her former master. “So I brought this world back. Does t hat mean I subconsciously did the same to you? I-...I saw you die. You faded away in my arms.” The girl murmured. Then again if what Kairi told her was true...she as a Princess of Light brought Sora back from the brink. Who was to say she couldn’t as well? 

“So I’m a Princess...a true Princess. Lea and Roxas are gonna lose it when they find out.” Xion giggled shyly into her palm. This was all so overwhelming and crazy. Of all people to carry such light and importance...she never thought she meant so much but with every passing day it only seemed like fate was trying harder and harder to make her understand how much she meant to everyone...it-...it was endearing.  

“Xemnas I-...I really am happy to see you again.” She murmured softly with a faint smile on her lips.

 “I’m truly glad to see you well sir.”

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fleshheir replied to your post: ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt,...

“The darkness is taking hold of me,” he teases, pretending to be Ansem, but sillier and worse. “It forces my hand—I must steal your heart.”

He laughed, kissing him again, his arms wrapping around him.

“No need to steal it, it’s already yours,” He purred.

[wayfiind-a-blog]

@fleshheir // starter call.

everything still feels strange. 

the power flowing through her was incredible, but different than anything she had felt before. it was wild and intoxicating and she could feel it threatening to overwhelm her at any moment. it had almost overtaken her earlier during that battle, and how easy it would have been to give in. how easy it still would be. 

but oh, glory, does it feel g o o d. to know that in the blink of an eye she could render nearly any enemy completely useless - exterminate them. the thought triggers a spark of euphoria, which in turns slides a chuckle from her lips that she isn’t quite fast enough to catch. ah, oops.

but she is ready for a change. she had been for a while. and now, standing with xemnas after his intervention earlier, she is ready to move forward. no more sniveling on the shore of a dead beach, no more waiting about for rescue. this damsel would no longer sit around in distress. it was time to take action against those who had wronged her.

“ so, what now ? ” she cast him a curious look, a smirk rising to her face. “ i can’t imagine your cohorts are going to be all that thrilled to have me. ”

[xaldinini]

fleshheir replied to your post: (( also shout out to that person that had an...

   the pettiness of this post is so funny and also a fuckin mood    

(( My pettiness knows no bounds. I’m a force to be reckoned with at work. I came out of 2018 with a person who won’t even look me in the eyes any more, two other people who can’t be in the same room as me for longer than three minutes, and people who look to me to call people out on their shit. I launched into 2019 saying that this was the year I took no bullshit.

May y’all be blessed with this same mindset. ))

[cheerehthee]

fleshheir replied to your post “"Hello." Xemnas sits, and then still has to bend down to Chirithy's...”

"Oh! Thank you, thank you!" Xemnas strokes his fur with a fierce warmth beneath his own cheeks. This... this is heaven.

Chirithy squeaked and then laughed, patting the Nobody’s face with his little hands.

“Sure, kid!”

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fleshheir replied to your post: There is so much stuff I want to explore with this...

what do u want to explore?

Random, incomplete off the top of my head list:

- ANSEM, oh my god.  Finally, finally KH3 has given me the chink in that armour of total arrogance to get through to all the subtler characterisation, motivations and philosophy hcs I never got to explore, practically hid away, and were suddenly RIGHT THERE in canon. 

- APPRENTICE ERA APPRENTICE ERA FUCKING APPRENTICE ERA.  Of course i’ve always been hungry for this, but after that conversation between Ansem and ...well, fuck, Ansem, and the secret reports, it’s significance has skyrocketed again.

- Braig/Xigbar and my muses’ relationship to them.  It’s always been a favourite topic and now it has changed subtly but dramatically in a way that I LOVE.

- My FAVOURITE “no one cares” worldbuilding topic, the nature of the Heartless. That scene where Guardian is revealed as Terra’s Heartless has some DEEP implications there.  There’s also the unusual Darkside you fight in the intro........

[praestigii-a]

“ if he was alive, master ansem would hate us for what we did, wouldn’t he? ” zexion is dangling his legs off the side of the skyscraper, not seeming to notice the ever-present rain falling over the dark city and himself. why should he? his hood is up, and in this strangely lifeless body he doesn’t get sick so easily. zexion doesn’t ask how xemnas found him, or why. neither matters. he kicks his tiny heels against the building. his next question is barely audible above the rain hitting the roof. “ he couldn’t have survived in the realm of darkness, right? so he’s gone for good. ”

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“Be nice.”

“Make me.”