#nortfromthepast

[valorxdrive]

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♕ - Amidst the flapping beat of a seagull’s wings and the wallowing coo of the ocean’s great waters lapping at the shoreline, another figure finds himself positioned at this very beach. A place of childhood comfort and silent promises that no harm could ever come to him here. What remains weary are his shoulders and the gaze of an upbeat soul that faced the crux of Armageddon itself. Sora Taiyou for all accounts and means should not be on his feet anytime soon.

At least, this is what those who personally doesn’t know him would believe.

And what trusted friends would rightfully worry about.

Keeping still however after what his eyes witnessed just felt too difficult. The once proclaimed lazy bum found itself now teeming with energy, so much more then what he’s adjusted towards, that he knows what to do with. The pain that’s grounded deep within his heart is far from finding peace, leading him to his current venture, a small journey to the place where he could say.. with confidence and certainty, that his adventure truly began.

So why exactly? Why did his eyes perceive a figure safely wrapped in that dark cloak (one that herald’s endings) settled upon the beach of the play islands. A distant echo of rumors long passed surfs through his mind, noticed and paradoxically ignored as the sight before him is what catches Sora’s attention, a natural concern, a foreboding worry, many feelings flecked from the depths of his heart before his shadow blots a portion of the sunlight from over their figure. ...Disbelief and realization race at his heels to catch this asinine truth staring back at him amidst closed eyes.

“Xehanort..” Except it wasn’t that Xehanort that he knows of. At least as far as the keybearer knows, this isn’t the man who claimed a universal legacy in the grip of his gnarled hand. Kingdom Hearts had invited them into peace.

Even thinking about time attempts to entice a headache. So he doesn’t bother.

This leaves the survivor tactlessly standing above him, taking a similar position that a treasured friend in his life also did in the form of abrupt wake up calls, leaving those blue eyes to study the rise and fall of their resting form. ..And if he’s being unconsciously honest?

He’s probably attempting to make them jolt awake with a fright by seeing that spiky bundle of chocolate hair with a studious gaze rudely staring down upon them.

@nortfromthepast​

[weatherford]

@nortfromthepast​ says:     "They say strange things gather at the crossroads."

❛  that is not untrue.  ❜    the librarian says, acknowledging what the young master to be says. the ginger was well aware at what would gather to the crossroads. he too had been there many, many times. he was curious if his companion of sorts had also been there. with how traveled xehanort was, it would not surprise the archfae. even with his glamour on, xehanort would know that cyrus was not entirely human. there were subtle hints in his appearance that were unnatural to humans. he was sure without telling him, the other could at least sense what he was.    ❛  it’s important to mind yourself when at the crossroads. there are those who are far less generous than I there. the fae are very.... particular. any disrespect and i imagine not even a shiny key would keep them safe from what curses were to follow.     ❜ 

[dcntrunintcfire]

studio ghibli. || @nortfromthepast​.

nortfromthepast said: “Don’t get alarmed but I’m being followed. Act normal.”

            the sudden arrival of the stranger startled the Princess momentarily. however, Anna had learned to think much faster on her feet these days. with a slight tip of her head, she listened to the other speak, her lips pursing a little in concern when he mentioned being followed. followed by who?                         if there was a threat, she needed to know about it.

            rather then questioning it, however, Anna merely gave a subtle nod and then moved to gently but excitedly take the other’s arm, hooking one of her own around it and softly tugging.

                                    『 ❝ come with me. I know somewhere we can go. ❞ 』

                        and she was off. there would be time for questions after.

[ambcrheart-a]

@nortfromthepast continued from (x)!

An unblinking gaze and the faint, tilt of her head in tandem. Though the memory was sparse, she’d seen that cloak in the corner of her eye, never in her direct site. At the time she brushed it off as her mind playing tricks — no one else was awake when it happened. 

No other toy was trapped in isolation. The rest were lucky to not be awake.

“Perhaps.” Was this a good idea? Amber never knew what exactly he had done, or really anything at all. The other’s presence could have been a coincidence, but she still had to wonder. Stepping forward, her wary face softened. “You weren’t there before the monsters came. I... I guess I’m just curious.”

[blade-of-light]

@nortfromthepast​

Wait... wasn’t that-

Xehanort! Er, the younger version! What was he doing here? Sora thought he was supposed to go back to his time or something. But for him to still be here on Destiny Islands, that must’ve meant...

He was up to no good again!

The young spirit followed him, at first having remained afar until he was sure it was really him. But coming closer there was no doubt. He’d know that face anywhere!

“Pay the ultimate price, huh?” He echoed bitterly, spirit fists clenching angrily. “Looks like we both got more than we bargained for, huh?”

[withherlight]

@nortfromthepast​   ⇒  continued from here

Aqua was nervous. Her body tense and defensive as she eyed the heartless shadows that surrounded her. Glowing yellow eyes peered at her from every direction, but they had yet to fully reveal themselves. Even the nobodies skittered out of reach, circling her with curiosity instead of malice. Of course, the youngest form of her old rival didn’t seem to help her emotions either. Him being here, and not in his proper timeline, had made her anxiety go haywire.

“It is my job as a Keyblade Master to make sure balance is in check,” Aqua said firmly, chin raised to show that she wasn’t intimidated by his presence. That was a lie, of course. She was frightened of him. “There was word that this place was still in orbit, I wanted to see it for myself. I was . . . I was expecting it to be abandoned.”

There were a lot of questions building up inside her. Why was this place still so active? Why was Xehanort here? Why in this timeline? What could Aqua even do to correct what she was seeing? She was uncomfortable in his presence, uncomfortable with the whole situation.

Also, as much as she wanted to end his darkness here and now, she had a vague feeling that she would be overrun. This place was a mass of evil and she was a single dim light. Alone and far too emotional to have proper control of her power. She would just have to settle for finding answers instead.

“Why are you here?”

[integrumluna]

@nortfromthepast​ liked for a starter!

The Castle That Never Was looked different these days. Saix had personally hoped he wouldn’t have to lay his eyes on the damned place, but here he was again. The Castle had always been somewhat of a nightmare to navigate without using portals (and even then sometimes), but the new design seemed to have made it all the more confusing. 

When he’d just joined the original Organization, he had more than once wandered the castle to familiarize himself with it, and so he decided that he would do the same now. He wouldn’t call it nostalgic, but it certainly gave him a sense of familiarity to be walking the halls of the stark-white castle. Seemed that Xemnas’ sense of decor hadn’t changed. 

As he reached the area known as Fact Within Fiction, he realised that he wasn’t alone. Xehanort, the younger one, was there as well. He had his back turned to Saix, but as Saix took a moment to contemplate whether he should leave or not, the younger man turned around. Despite his short stature and young age, he was still intimidating, and Saix stiffened slightly, not sure what to say. He had barely exchange two words with him before, so this was all very awkward. 

[lightsdefender]

@nortfromthepast || Plotted Starter

♕ This was the first time since the war that they'd be separated for a while, but Eraqus wasn't as anxious about that anymore. Sure there was some definite fear that he couldn't push away, but it wasn't the extent it was after the war. He knew it was silly to worry as he did, they'd both be fine. At least that's what he had thought.

Not long after they parted ways, Eraqus had been cornered by Heartless, both small and big, powerful and weak. When he’d thought he’d gotten rid of them, they’d just kept coming. One group after another. After fighting nearly to exhaustion, his vision blurry as he began to lose consciousness, he could see a dark figure looming nearby, laughter... and that was it. He fell to the ground, unconscious.

It didn't take too long for Maleficent to get in contact with the only Xehanort alive in this time, and it was fortunate for her that this one had a weakness. She was interested in a certain artifact from another world that could very well bring danger to others if in the wrong hands.

If Xehanort chose to help, the boy would get to live and have his freedom. If not... well, they'd just both see what would happen. It mattered not to her.

To give Xehanort a little incentive, she'd shown him visions of where she'd placed Eraqus. One couldn't really see anything, so perhaps there was no light where he was being held. There was the sound of... running water, and Eraqus calling out for help while banging on a wall. Genuine terror was in his voice and then, the vision ended.

That was all he'd have to go on, if they were even real. Would he take the chance?