Jan 14, 2021
║ ᴠɪɪɪ ; @marcsalis — 【 LIKED. 】
“ ... C’MON. we’re gonna be late & saix WON’T TOLERATE that. ”
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║ ᴠɪɪɪ ; @marcsalis — 【 LIKED. 】
“ ... C’MON. we’re gonna be late & saix WON’T TOLERATE that. ”
@marcsalis: Roxas: do not look at me. do not perceive me.
❝ – BUT -- but! i’ve seen ya! ❞
❝ – yer ROXAS! see, ya got blue eyes, light and spikey hair-- although I think it’s rather fluffy! ahyuk-- and yer great at flippin boards! ❞
@marcsalis liked for a starter.
“So you’re number thirteen, huh?” The raven haired male asked as he approached. Out of all of the Organizations members, number thirteen looked to be the closest in age to him. His number also meant he was the newest member apart from him, though Noct wasn’t an official member which was why he didn’t have a number. Still, Noctis had been with them for a few weeks now but most of his time had been spent with either Xigbar or Vexen. “You’re the one who can wield a keyblade, right? That’s pretty cool.”
@marcsalis said: " Mar-- Marluxia, let me just - - Hngh, lemme hold your scythe, dammit! " He looks like a rabbit, hopping up and down in an attempt to grab it.
The scythe in question was held up high, above the pink haired man’s head as he stared down at the blonde with an air of distain.
“No. Unlike that key of yours, this is not a toy to be held just because one wants to, neither do I believe you are cabable of handing the height.”
“ ❝Who . . . Who you?❞ came that broken English question, the feral creature exposing his fangs for a brief moment just to lick over the tip of one of his canines. ❝You smell . . . Like them,❞ he hissed, taking a step back in an attempt at hiding in the shadows. The blue hue in his irises glowed brightly, shining dangerously. ” — @marcsalis.
“ whoa, easy there. i’m not gonna hurt ya ; just take a chill pill, little guy. ”
axel slows his movements & keeps their eyes from directly meeting. when xemnas had told him to look into the being in the old mansion & try to harness its powers, he had never been expecting ... this. those eyes ... those blue, blue eyes ...
“ so you’ve met someone else in the organization, then. must’ve been hard on you if you’re reactin’ like THIS. ” he slowly crouches & reaches into one of his pockets, keeping his movements very measured to avoid making the creature — boy? — afraid of him. after a bit of fumbling he pulls a sea salt ice cream bar out of his coat & oh so carefully offers it up as a peace offering. hey, he doesn’t have anything else!
“ my name’s AXEL. got it memorized? a — x — e — l. & i’m just here to meet you, nothing else. ”
☆ // @marcsalis — ╰ LIKED. ╮
“ I’M HERE, I’M HERE !! sorry i’m late! ”
& he is, he really is! not only late but SORRY FOR IT. ventus stumbles into the flat looking somewhat disheveled, like he’s been running all the way here from ... somewhere far away. he has to stoop to catch his breath, running a hand through his messy blond spikes as he straightens & fixes his counterpart with concerned blues.
“ now what were you gonna do that was stupid, roxas? ”
@marcsalis said: scarf - - pick whichever one you’d like. doodle or write!
From December Prompts! -- Still accepting!
Vanitas looked at the long slab of fabric he’d unwrapped - a scarf, red and black, soft and warm against his skin. It felt... odd. Receiving gifts. He’d never been given a thought before on such matters - never bothered to worry outside of the jealousy he felt over it. Coveting what you couldn’t have wouldn’t get you anywhere. Yet now here he was. He had it now. A gift that he was tentatively unraveling, looking over the tight knit in the warm light. “Aqua actually helped teach me how to knit! It took a lot of trial and error, but... I hope you like it.”
The dark haired boy couldn’t meet his brother’s eyes as he looked over the gift, each stitch a testament to the effort not just to make the gift, but to nurture the bond between them. It was sloppy, clumsy, a little wonky - perfect.
“Thank you, Ven...” Slowly, carefully, he wrapped it around his neck, already feeling comfort from the warmth - plus he could use it to cover his face, now that he’d begun trying to retire the helmet. It was safe, it was wonderful. And, maybe, it was putting a little smile on his face. He’d never tell.
@marcsalis continued from IMs
Riku looked over at Roxas then lowered his eyes slightly before directing his attention anywhere but the blonde. The things Roxas said were certainly . . . Interesting. Sometimes he wondered how he and Sora were considered to have much in common. They seemed like opposites.
He propped his right arm up using his right knee, his left foot dangling over the edge of the clock tower, swaying in time with the ticks of the clock. He kept his eyes fixed on the sunset. It was pleasant to look at, to the Crown Prince.
“. . .One of your more charming traits. Right. I’m sure.”