#flxminglight

[lostkeyblade]

@flxminglight​

“I think that might be how people get on the naughty list, Kairi.”

[darkheartedprince]

I’m not a PRINCESS that needs saving, I’m a WARRIOR who fights for her own DESTINY.

[chisaiiheir]

@flxminglight​ replied to your post “Buncha weirdos around today.”

"wanan repeat that?"

“Bunch. Of. Weirdos.”

[rexelectus]

● – || Instead of running, the Prince decides on taking a nap instead.

[chisaiikey]

@flxminglight​

Kairi.exe has crashed

“...Kairi?”

[darkheartedprince]

                        “. . . Blame me to my face next time, Princess. I’m not to blame for Sora’s mess.”

[darkheartedprince]

                        The Crown Prince glares at her then decides to pick her up and hold her. “. . . If you’re taking my jacket, I’m taking you with me.”

[grieverled]

◆  ━━  @flxminglight​ | Kairi sent in a starter:

╰►   ❝「  A fist makes direct contact with the paper glass jaw of the masked asshole that dared to try and destroy Leon, the warm pleasant heat of the summer becomes a blistering scorch like from the heated sands of a wasteland. Steam even seems to rise from the man now forcefully kneeled by Kairi, albeit the girl's eyes now a bright saffron red, segments of her hair turning a charred black as steam is rising.

From her hand firmly pressed against the man's face burning the steel mask into his very flesh. The ungodly wails as he pushes, claws at the girl in futile attemps before finally he collapses, writhing in his last moments as the steel mask burns right through his skull, the sulfuric almost acidic scent is almost nauseating as 'Kairi' breathes slowly out before saffron eyes focus on Leon.

"Get the fuck up, you call yourself the adult in this situation? Please, he was going to turn you into a bloody canvas just for entertainment."

Her harsh words bitter, facial expressions twisted with something akin to disgust as she kicks a rock at his downed figure to add insult to injury further. Before she flicks her wirst, Destiny Embrace dripping with some blood and torn fabric wavering off the edges.

"I learned something real quick in the time you all failed to realize what Xehanort truly did to me. Not everyone deserves to live."  」❞

Fear.

Something he hadn't felt in a long time.  Though he'd once been very familiar with it, safe to say he'd grown soft over the years. Cocky and overconfident. It caught him off guard, and left him shaken as he coughs, rubbing at his throat from where the pain emanated. It soothes away some of the achiness, but he can't bring himself to break his gaze from the sight of the young Guardian standing in front of him like a furious shield.

Any other situation, he'd have been embarrassed, ready to shove his way forwards and stubbornly insist he could handle things on his own - though at the moment, in the present, this was something he'd never faced before. They moved fast, and they struck hard. His gun-blade lay uselessly off to the side, and with a stuttering inhale of breath, the pain ebbs lowly as he glances between it and the pair in front of him. 

Still, he forces himself to back away from where he sat along the ground, watching in mild horror as the once peaceful girl he'd come to know seemingly changed before his eyes.

Gone was her delicate and peaceful demeanor, now replaced with something bloodthirsty and merciless. The screams of the man claw at his ears - something horrible and bloodcurdling. Grimly, he swallows, tearing his sight away forcibly from Kairi and the assailant, though the scent of burned flesh greets him and churns his stomach. It goes silent, and with it, he turns to face her once again, lips pressed together tight.

Kairi peers down at him, and with a harsh glare, he meets her stare head-on with a scoff, moving to his feet before he moves to retrieve his discarded weapon. He tightens his hold around his Revolver's hilt, peering down at the puddle of crimson marring the cobblestone road below. Killing heartless was one thing. Killing another person? Something else entirely.

His throat tightens a bit, faint look of disgust twisting his features into a deep frown as he glances between the red-head and the body.

"Taking a life... it's not your duty to play judge jury and executioner." Could he really speak though? Could he even lecture her when the man had been trying to kill him moments prior? He had no real clue what she'd endured - and as much as he hates to say it - she’s right in a way. Not everyone... deserved to live. Did that mean they got to make the call though? No.

Everything he'd heard from their battle with Xehanort was passed down to him through written reports, or things he'd gotten from the scientists in the Castle. With how ruthlessly Kairi had slain the man, showing little to no remorse, he doesn't think he can blame her for how she'd reacted if whatever she'd gone through was so bad.

Giving his head a firm shake, Leon can't wipe away the look of disturbed disgust from his face, balling his free hand up into a tight fist.

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