#slippingawayfromlight

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We always seem to have tragic roleplays together, but that is what I love about them. I like how human and realistic you make them face with problematic issues and how we deal with it. I really love how you would portray you muses that you cannot just judge them for their flaws, that there is more to them than what there is. Your Neku muse is played really well and I cannot wait to see what your Sora-nort muse is like.

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「  The keyblade wielder drew heavy breaths, his head hung low as he pushed his weight to stand. The room soon clouded with a black mist, and it's sickly putrid scent fell thick at his nose; giving him a mild headache but he shook it off to the attention the cast his eyes on the other side of the room in a heap of bold browns, reds and blacks.

Sora his mind first deliberated and immediately bolted to his young friend's aid and protection in midst of all the danger. "Sora!" The yell projected echoed through the empty abyss they boy felt at war with himself, there was something off with it all─ but it was too late til he met that haunting shade of yellow that sent him jumping back unconsciously shaking his head at the sight. "No...I thought...we beat them, I was so sure of it.." Counteracting all what was to be a horrifying reality.

He turned his head away, unable to stand those repulsive hues, it's horrible glow burned into his vision but for more it was the shame. The profound toll to his failure, he was unable to defend the very ones he cared about and his backfired in a awful form with a face of who was once loved everyone. What was left of that boy now? Chewing on his lip he fought back the tears that prickled within it's duct.  

No, it was a nightmare. A nightmare that had come to life.   」