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[ursaced]

       -- No remorse -- not so much as an eye bat.

A flick of his wrist and the blunt edge of his keyblade met Gula with vengeful VIGOR to send him feet from him. 

That was centuries waiting for so much as a nod of consent. Burning wrath that consumed every fiber of his being whenever he so much as LOOKED his way. 

“  I can never forgive what you’ve done. ” It came out choked and haggard, and he rolls his body with the soul of his shoe over to face upright from the ground. Rage was clear beneath the still amber glare of the Ursine mask while hands shook in barely contained temper. “ Centuries of slumber gave me no rest; just visions of what you’ve done played over and over and over-... ! ”

They were akin to brothers at one point -- closer to him than the others could be --

“ Turning everyone and their blades on me on a whim -- and for what??! ” There was nothing but them and the graveyard of their fallen. What hell were they forced to witness together again?? When will they get r e s t--

“ You took my respect, my trust, our family -- 

          you put salt in the wound and took my star student away from me --

and then you have the gull to come batting your damn eyelashes! What MORE can you take from me?? What MORE do you want?? My forgiveness?! ” Keyblade poised for fatal strike that hesitates at the swing. In moments his anger had drained into bitter sadness looking at them both like this.

        “ . . . ” A shaken step back. No .. he couldn’t do it.

“ .. It’s not over, Gula. ” Even Aced had to part from his mask to wipe grime and burning tears from his face. “ Our graves are going to be turned over and over again. We’ll never find rest, will we? We’re damned to walk this earth we’ve cursed. ”

@mythicheart​

[kcystotheheart]

✧ “ACED SO HELP ME, IF YOU KEEP TELLING MY CHILDREN TO DIE FOR YOU, I’M GOING TO END UP DYING FOR YOU. SO SHUT YOUR GOSH DANG MUZZLE BEFORE I DO IT FOR YOU!”

[thechessboard-moved]

mythicheart replied to your photo: I wanted to color those Cecil sketches but I...

CASSIUS VC : TEDDY BEAR

“.....eh?”

[heartsmithed-moved]

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MoM vc : …. Soooorrrryyyy !

“I hate this fucking family.”

[wayweaver-m]

are those new shoes?

❛       you   talkin’   ‘bout   these   ?       ❜

[enigmatias]

hey.....we don't talk/interact but...i lov seeing you on the dash and chrissy loving hours are always going

GOD I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY. YOU’RE SO SWEET?????

[rxcusant]

Rikus just going to slide up next to Sora, hands lifting in order to cradle his face, thumbs stroking at his cheeks and a gentle kiss is placed on his forehead.

      –Ah.

      This is happening, isn’t it?

      It was a three hit knock out. The hands cupping his face, the thumbs on his cheeks, and then the kiss– complete overkill. Sora opened his mouth to stammer some kind of coherent reply but it never came. If not for Riku’s grip on him Sora’s head would have fell forward and into his shirt.

      So instead of that Sora simply… blacked out in his hands.

       – CRITICAL HIT !

[dawnled-a]

“...didn’t know where else to go...” from Sora c:

you can always go here  /  @mythicheart !!

one would think that after so long of them being together , something like appearing at each others’ houses in the dead of night would not be so unfamiliar .

& , in ways , it wasn’t - but it’s the middle of one of the worst storms the Islands had seen in years , rain so loud against the windows one would think they’d shatter through .

he didn’t know if he should consider himself lucky that his parents weren’t home —- for them to see sora in such a state , torn , tattered , bloody , bruised , would certainly be cause for concern —- but at the same time—-

of course he ushers sora in , out of the rain at least , shutting the door behind him . it’s barely audible above the sound of the storm , but he’s obviously more preoccupied with sora , still bleeding in his hallway .

his hands hover , uncertain of where is & isn’t okay to touch – a general problem with him , certainly , but particularly so in this instance – though they eventually settle . one at his shoulder , one at his chin , to tilt & perhaps find why his forehead’s trickling crimson .

there’s a thousand & one questions swarming his mouth at once , all desperate to leave first - though all he gives is a small , warm ‘come on’ before leading to the kitchen . the counter in the center is where he seats sora down , fetching a blanket from the living room to drape over his shoulders after he’s received his drenched coat , at least - & idly he wonders if he should maybe just ask if he wants to change into a spare set probably lying in one of riku’s own drawers .

so much to do , seemingly so little time - & no doubt concern shows in the creases of his face , the furrow of his brow .

clothes - a towel to dry off in - a blanket - a hot drink - healing aid .surely that was a sensible enough list for the moment , right ?

sora’s words from the doorway still circle ‘round his mind , & even further worry strikes him for how uncertain he’d sounded . as if this hadn’t been his second home since they were little kids .

all he’s able to offer is a peck to his forehead , bloodied or not , placing the blanket on the counter for when he can wrap sora in all the warmth he needs - & one question finally escapes ; small , quiet .

one thing at a time .

“ do you want a change of clothes ? ”