#obsidianrite

[fortunegambled]

hey i hope you're prepared to answer the very detailed 50 question quiz WITH an essay prompt at the end in order to date my dad btw

i'm not sure how you found out and that is quite concerning, but if we do find ourselves getting to that unlikely point... i suppose i should begin practicing my essays.

[sunhalf-a2]

"Gross."

[fortunegambled]

... i suppose you can be boosted to number 3-- I hear it is a lucky number after all. in addition, i will put a good word to my dad about you. please reconsider. thank you.

number three... i'll take it, and will do what i can to soften the blow — but i can't make any promises. i'm sure you understand that some things are out of my hands.

[empxrical]

@obsidianrite asked:

can i please have a puppy pleasepleaspleaspleaseplease i promise i would feed it but also i do not want a normal "dog" i want this strange bug-eyed looking one.

even looks at the 'dog'. even looks at ienzo.

even is not going to explain why he doesn't want to give a yes to the quandary placed before him.

"ienzo..." he sighs. "we can't keep it as a pet. you know this. you might find it endering now, but it's dangerous. you could get hurt."

that's a solid no. sorry, ienzo.

[empxrical]

@obsidianrite asked:

(whispering) hey do we know whats up with this xehanort guy?

(whispering back) listen...... we don't. and that's the scariest part.

[thalxssas]

the scene felt familiar in a way she couldn't quite place. her legs kicked lightly where she sat, a book open in her lap–––– though she was clearly no longer reading it. she'd been alternating between reading her book & watching ienzo work for a little while until that feeling of familiarity had gotten her lost in her thoughts.

      ❛ do you remember a lot about...before? ❜

she hoped that she wasn't disturbing them from their work. with the day off from training & the restoration committee unanimously agreeing that she was due for a break, she'd found herself in the castle's library. but, not everyone had the same off time that she did, & the last thing she wanted to do was interrupt them while they were busy.

still, she couldn't help but ask. as they were a few years her senior, she hoped that their memories were clearer than her own.

      ❛ i just...i don't remember that much. most of what i know is from what others have told me. so i'm curious. ❜

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[fortunegambled]

@obsidianrite // five of swords (reversed) & stinging nettle

it's always been difficult to determine where himself and zexion have stood in relation to one another—they were never close during their time in the organization. zexion was always distant. just as difficult to reach as they were to read. (luxord had his own thoughts about why at the time, of course, but it was never anything he had a chance to ascertain.) he only knows their name through conversations with others.

and now here they stand in a hall of the castle of radiant garden, lighter blue eyes level on darker teal. and it's too late an hour for him to claim a house call to ask something of even. what he hadn't counted on was anyone still being awake and about at this hour for him to bump into on his way to that computer of theirs—but that's just another thing on the list of how little he knows about ienzo. he's more startled than he looks, bristling internally as he does what he can to avoid showing his hand.

" there's a face i haven't seen in some time. " it's a statement that reveals nothing, but at least it isn't incriminating. at the very least it can buy him some time to snap out of how off-kilter he feels.

[bladestormed]

@obsidianrite   ⚡   asked:    ❝ if it’s not important, why not tell me? ❞

“   Because it isn’t any of your business,   ”   Larxene snapped back with a vexed groan.  “   Why does it EVEN INTEREST YOU  ???   Don’t act like you’ve suddenly decided to become best friends.   What ???   You wanna stay up to talk about boys  ???   ”