#lunsai

[wantacookie]

what are you looking at?

a little thank you for @lunsai for everything 💖​

[victoryclaimedarchived]

lunsai asked: t-poses in front of u

❤ ▏  —  unprompted ! ;

terra takes a sip of his tea, blinking slowly as he watches isa, brows rising in interest. the keyblade wielder is quiet a moment before he lowers his mug onto the counter, stepping forward to wrap arms tightly around his significant other.

        "you do know that you can just ask for a hug, right?" he chuckles softly, burying his face into the other's neck, breathing him in. hands splay against isa's back, pulling him closer, waiting for arms to embrace him in return. "if this is another one of those things the younger ones are teaching you, i don't get it and you're going to have to explain it to me. after you give me a hug."

lunsai

[bladestormed]

@lunsai​    :    liked

“    Why do I keep having to GO ON STUPID MISSIONS with Demyx of all people ???    ”    It felt like the stupid Superior got reports of them NOT GETTING ALONG and decided to try and force them to be around each other.    “    I’d rather go with ANYBODY ELSE.    ”    Just not Vexen.

[vulpesse-arc]

THE HEART BURNS AND DEVOURS EVERYTHING IN ITS PATH   ───   And she wonders, HAVE I BECOME NAUGHT BUT ASHES  ?  The sudden flicker of large, fur-coated appendages betrays the uneasiness that currently chews on the rotten marrow of her frail bones  ;  countless are the incomprehensible things that have been taking place across the land of fire, sometimes aiding her cause and sometimes interfering with her missions. HE, she is certain of this, knows much more than he’s willing to generously share   /   Muscles stiffen, thin brows furrow above the bridge of her nose and, albeit for the briefest of moments, she loses her grip over what little patience she has left.   ❝  YOU APPEAR and, suddenly, the entire place is upside down. Don’t tell me that this is a mere coincidence.  ❞  

♡･ﾟ: *   @lunsai​ . 

[flamereign]

bro... nice monoboob...

definitely not as cool as ur unibrow u___u

[enigmatias]

Each day is a lesson. An experience. He’d discovered this from the very moment he’d drawn his first breath and felt the beating response of his own heart to the flood of vitalizing oxygen in his lungs. His very first experience at being human and he’d hated it. From then on had he worked to navigate around the weaknesses and failings of existence and missed too often the soothing comfort of nothing, of being nothing.

He’d never known, never once fathomed, that he himself would change as well. Would one consider that a weakness as well? To allow life to bend and shape him into a form suitable for the fires that’d burned beneath his feet? He’d reached and touched the spark and it’d left him as something new, similar in mind and soul to what he had once been and still yet changed. When he reflects on himself now there no longer sits that acrid taste of offal upon his tongue, but simple contentment of what he’d forged of his life.

When had he allowed himself to simply be and to simply be happy?

The last box is packed away, sealed and labelled and he stands back admiring the fortress of cardboard that surrounds him now. This is no castle within a forgotten world, raised and constructed upon the backs of those he’d thought lesser than him, but his life’s work, easily contained within a dozen or so boxes. Once he’d stood beneath the shadow of what would be his sanctum for a decade and more and felt nothing as he gazed upon its façade. Now he stands in the midst of a humble single bedroom apartment and there sits the melancholy of having to leave it behind.

Footsteps sound from the kitchen, Isa walks in looking less than perfection, hair tied messily back, sweat upon his forehead, carrying another box into the living room. Whatever doubt that had settled heavy as a rock within his gut levels at the sight of him, a smile that seems always present when Isa is near blooms into existence and he reaches across the distance, hand resting against his partner’s until he tugs him near, eliciting a small sound of surprise from Isa though he makes no resistance when he’s pulled near, easily melting into Xemnas’ arms with a small smile of his own.

“We’re not even close to finished.” It’s the only protest Isa makes and Xemnas is certain this is a small concession to ease his own doubts. There’s little need to voice his unease when Isa has known of them from the very beginning. Together they’d built themselves a home within this space and to relinquish that life brings an experience, a change, that stirs unquestionable fear.

He’d been happy here, but as he kisses Isa, feeling the other man’s smile grow against his lips, it is a happiness forged with Isa. They could move from house to house, city to city, world to world and so long as he has Isa by his side then he will always be home.

IT’S XEMSAI DAY!!!!!! / @lunsai​

[blackasteriia]

a question

“No, Isa, that’s a statement.”

[escapekissed]

lunsai replied to your post: if sailor venus is not ur favorite sailor scout we...

but mars ; w ;

mars and venus stans stand in solidarity bc those bitches gay af for each other. good for them. good for them