#memoryhostess

[viii-blaze-it-blog]

Bad date⎢OPEN!

Axel opened his eyes to a very dark, empty Grey Room and a horrible crick in his neck. Groaning, he rubbed at the sore spot and took a cursory glance at his phone.

Jesus…no way it’s 2 am.

Roxas had gone to bed hours before, and Xion…where was Xion? He sifted through his memories of the clocktower the day before.

“You’re going on a date, Xion?” – Roxas, sounding curious but worried.

“Don’t sound so surprised!” – Xion, giving him a playful smack on the shoulder.

Of course. Some joker had slipped Xion his number during a mission, after watching her hood fall back in the wind. Even Axel had been caught off-guard as he watched her short black hair flying in all directions, the wind making her eyes even dewier than normal.

Huh.

As he loped off toward his bedroom, he started a very sleep-addled text to Xion: “Howie the date gong? Need a scrape gore?" Before he could add anything else, however, Axel recognized the sound of her light footsteps falling in his direction. With a yawn, he picked up the pace to find out what she’d made of the chum.

[memoryhostess-blog]

Headcanon COMPLETE  -Feedback welcome!

To those of you who have been asking about my WIP Headcanon page...here it is. I know it’s brief - hope you enjoy!

http://memoryhostess.tumblr.com/headcanon

Xion is your typical nineteen-year-old girl.

Well, not really. But she is a nineteen-year-old girl.

After missions, Xion loves playing Mario Kart with her best friends, Roxas and Axel - along with paintball, kite flying, and beach-going. Once silent and withdrawn, Xion is now brimming with questions and whispered jokes. It doesn’t help that crude Larxene, the Organization’s only other female, has taken Xion under her wing as her “little sis.” To her clocktower friends, however, Xion vehemently denies enjoying the rom-com marathons and pedicures. Eager to prove herself as a tough cookie, she often spies on the students in Twilight Town and imitates them…to comedic effect. Point in case: Xion has yet to utter a curse word without looking over her shoulder first.

[endlxssmelody]

@memory-hostess

Xion knew she was hardly the right candidate for the job, but none of the others were around to take charge. She’d made Demyx lay down in the Grey Room and was improvising medical advice as best as she could.

“A little better,” she said after pressing her thumb to Demyx’s wrist again. “It’s just beating so fast. You must have been really brave.” She always hated the giant Heartless, the ones that were ten times her size, and that was with help.

“Don’t get up,” she said, letting go of his wrist. “What should I bring from your room?”

Brave? That was almost a joke - not that Demyx was going to laugh and risk offending Xion, who was clearly trying to make him feel better (and succeeding).

“Heh, brave, yeah! Those big guys aren’t as tough as they look!”

Which was a complete and obvious lie, supported by the evidence of the pounding heartbeat in his chest.

“Weeeelllll...if you’re offering....” He furrowed his eyebrows in thought for a moment, before a grin curled his lips.

“In my closet is a stash of games. Pick what you think looks the most fun and let’s make a day of it. Who needs stinky, boring missions?”

[endlxssmelody]

“Your pulse is very quick. Just relax for me.”

@memory-hostess

“Right....relax...”

Demyx took a deep breath in and held it for a moment or two, before letting it out slowly. He wasn’t sure if it made any real difference in terms of his heart rate, but he supposed it was the best place to start. He was still quite spooked from that rather large Heartless that appeared out of nowhere, and relaxing seemed like a distant goal at this point.

“S’that better?”