#odysstae

[lightmimic]

you shouldn’t have to see all this.

@odysstae  /  see what?  blood spurting from the chest he ripped open.  see what?

Terra is bleeding.  It’s the first thing Xion parses as the battle comes to an end.  He is bleeding badly, severely wounded, and she sprints to his side as he stumbles to his knees, falling beside him with huge eyes and a gasp of his name.  Her hands hover around the awful wound across his gut and chest, teeth gritting.  It’s worse up close.  The flesh is torn and mangled, his clothes torn.  More blood.  DAMMIT.  She’s no good at healing magic —— with any luck she can at least stem the bleeding, but this is —

Terra turns from her, hand covering the wound less as though to stem the bleeding and more to hide it from her.  Her eyes dart up to his face, confused.  Why is he hiding from her?  Is he afraid of looking weak?

Instead, he says, “You shouldn’t have to see all this.”  Her confusion only settles deeper.  All this?  ALL THIS?  What does he ———

The thought strikes her in time with her hand settling on his arm, and she wonders if she leeched it from him as she sometimes does their thoughts ——— SHE IS SMALL.  SHE IS SO YOUNG.  SHE IS…

Ah.

She looks the youngest, of the three of them — she, Naminé, and Kairi.  Is shorter, has rounder cheeks.  Slightly larger eyes.  She looks like a child.  More than the others.  He looks at her and sees a child and DOES NOT WANT TO EXPOSE A CHILD TO GORE.

She looks at his chest, the torn flesh and the blood.  Thinks of waking up strapped down and looking down her collarbone to see Xemnas with his hands inside her chest, her opened chest, her blood spurting.  Thinks of seeing a man rearrange her heart and ribs and organs / machinery.  Thinks of screaming, and not being able to cry because they did not build her to cry, and thinks of how she screamed and begged and he did not stop.  Thinks of the blood, and the way her skin hurt where it was torn.

Thinks of him, and being a child, and is not afraid of blood or of torn flesh so long as it is not him doing the tearing.

“It’s fine.  Terra, stop it — !!”  She pushes his hands out of the way so she can see the wound; grits her teeth.  “I’m not afraid of blood.  I’ve seen way worse than this, okay?”  That has him relenting a bit, and she misses the flash of sympathetic pain within his eyes.  “Hold still.  I’m bad at healing magic, but I’m going to heal you as much as I can, okay?”  Her eyes raise from his wound to his face, and he must see some strength there worth trusting, because he nods.

[halchron]

“ if our roles were reversed , I don’t think I’d be able to forgive you ” /////for ven :^)

* fe3h // accepting

forgiveness was a tricky thing. he’s happy that terra’s back, of course, and he’s more than grateful that they’re all together again, but… but it makes him sick, the small trickle of fear in his heart that xehanort still has a hold on his heart and then terra will be gone for good again. that’s physically not possible anymore, given how he’s finally dead, but fear rarely ever had a logical basis.

he doesn’t have an answer for him, and ven thinks that he never will. terra’s not criticizing him, criticizing himself if anything, and it’s curious how ven’s first instinct is to comfort him. he despises the awkward tension in the air, the obvious feeling that not everything is quite right still, and the desire to change it is strong.

❝ maybe not, but i guess that’s what makes us different, right ? you’re still you, that hasn’t changed. i don’t know how you feel after all this, but… just know that i won’t let something like that ever happen again. we’re family, and we don’t leave each other behind. ❞

[lightmimic]

@odysstae​ liked!

“You look like you've just seen a monster.”  A pause, expression crumping as the thought reaches its conclusion.  “Is that what ------ I look like to you?”

[zephyrises]

@odysstae​ whispered: “star-gazing, huh? can i join you?” he hopes the answer will be ‘yes’ because he’s already hitting the grass beside ventus, turning his eyes to the sky. it’s a clear night—balmy. pleasant. “i was wondering where you’d snuck off to. were you napping?” ★⚟ unprompted | always accepting!

    Blearily taking note of footsteps, Ventus tilts his head back to peer at Terra’s upside down frame as he approaches. The soft curved smile he dons is almost assuredly answer enough, not to mention the fact that the question itself is redundant, seeing as the older man has already gone ahead and plopped down at his side, but he finds himself murmuring an, “Always,” anyway.

    Following his friend’s line of sight, the teen turns his attention back to the stars, faintly making out a constellation he’d missed before.

    “Mmm. Nope. Just dozing,” he explains, daintily lifting a wrist to rub at his eyes. “Didn’t mean to. Get sleepy, I mean. It’s just... so peaceful tonight. Not a cloud in the sky. The cicadas’re quiet, too.”