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[blackasteriia]

no mere kiss for miss xion, oh no—but a raspberry! nice and loud, smack dab on her cheek!

Pencil tip, tap, tap, tap to book page; Eyebrow furrowed into deep troughs across crinkled forehead; Tooth worried bottom lip. The long hand of the clock churned and clicked and clacked into second’s tick. Xion watched numbers swim and words blur, and still the math was no more clear. She did something wrong in her equation. She had checked all her calculations and equations and rules, and still, things didn’t quite add-up. Xemnas and Even weren’t even her to tell her what stupid, obvious thing she was screwing-up. 

Then a kiss. Loud and startling, and jerking her from revere with a shout as Terra planted one right on her cheek. He hadn’t even heard him enter the room she’d been so focused. Mortified by being startled, Xion felt her cheeks flush a darker shade. She batted Terra away, mouth pressed into unamused pout. Yet, at the same time she battled with her own instinctive reaction of a grin. 

“Terra! Quit it! I’m trying to concentrate!” 

[wiindus]

“oh, yeah. *very* slick.” a confident nod as he finishes gelling back the last of the youngest wayfinder’s hair. playfully taps the tip of the blonde’s nose, leaves behind a dab of the stuff because *of course* he does. “you’re gonna be the talk of the party. or. ball, i guess.” terra smoothes any residual goo still left on his hands back through his own tresses before straightening his tie. and then he straightens ven's. “not often we get an excuse to gussy up like this, huh?”

( dressed to impress | @teldurus )

     THE COMPLIMENT HAD HIM BEAMING, glittering teeth ( brushed immaculately for the occasion ) on full display only to vanish a moment later as his smile was taken over by a playful pout when a glob of hair gel was left behind on the very tip of his nose. his hands quickly rose to wipe it off, pressing it unceremoniously on his palms as a playfully annoyed ❝ terra! ❞ slipped past lips that were so obviously trying not to curl up into a smile.

     ❝ no way, it’s definitely gonna be you! i’ll be lucky if i even get to talk to you at all with how many girls are gonna want to dance with you. ❞ watching terra fix his own tie had ven glance down at his own, his nose wrinkling a bit as he noticed just how crooked his shifting and moving had made it. as if terra had read his mind, he was fixing it for him just a moment later, with ven raising his head proudly as he did so.

     ❝ yeah, i don’t think i’ve ever worn a suit. ❞ if he had, he certainly couldn’t remember. but, he had to admit he liked it more than he thought he would. he felt fancy, kind of cool if he was being honest, like a prince in a story book. the thought brought a lopsided smile to his face and a little chuckle, and with it came an idea.

     ❝ think we could do something like this back home, sometime? ❞ they definitely had the space, and friends spread across the worlds that they could invite.     ❝ like a big party to bring everybody back together! we could invite all the other keyblade wielders! and everybody could get dressed up and we could have music and, oh––––. ❞

     his excitement halted, though his smile was still bright. he would be asking more about the possibility of this later, for sure.     ❝ guess we kinda need aqua’s permission for that, huh? ❞

[kcystotheheart]

one sweet peck on the cheek for mr. axel kingdomhearts, please!! uvu

☀︎ The redhead had been sitting on the ledge of a wall, it wasn’t very high but it was up off the ground enough that his toes could barely touch. He had his journal with him as well, the one where he would write his poems. He had been so caught up in trying to put together the next line that he hadn’t noticed the brunet approach him; at least not until they felt the other’s lips on his cheek. He froze in surprise, his pen slipping from his fingers as emerald irises widened faintly to express his astonishment. They tried to keep their cool despite the flush they could feel trying to reach their cheeks.

Had they... figured it out?

“Uhm... H-Hey there Terra...”

[blackasteriia]

a hug. a *big* hug. a lifts-you-up-off-the-ground hug. tan-face-burrows-into-raven-hair hug. a hug with crushing force and a little side-to-side jostling right there at the end before he deposits the young girl back onto the ground. a scar-strewn hand gives dark locks another ruffle just for good measure. “how’ya doing, xion?”

A wave, Xion went for a wave. A small little flash of her palm in greeting to Terra, an acknowledgement of each other’s presence. Hand lifted in salutation and then he kept on approaching. Long legs bore a bold walk past conventional conversation distance, he waltzed right-up to her, no hesitation. Xion’s hand began to lower, fingers curling in, eyebrows knit in raw confusion. A slight step back from the smaller girl, looking to reestablish her sphere of comfort– Then Terra lunged. It was a clever attack, she didn’t see it coming at all. Xion had no defense. 

Strong arms snatched Xion into tight hold, like a boa constrictor. Terra lifted her, removing any firm foundation she could find on the ground. Xion scrabbled and squirmed, fingers dragging against the smooth fabric of his shirt and shoulders, twisting in his arms. The noise she made was akin to a strangled bird’s squawk and the pitiful cry of a half-broken squeaky toy. In this hold he could crush her, shatter her rib cage and snap bones. To restrain her limbs like this, a devious strategy. 

Terra’s calloused hand cupped the back of Xion’s head, his nose buried into her hair. To find balance for her weight, her own hands fell to his broad shoulders and for a brief moment they were still. He smelled of wood smoke and dirt, the acrid tang of sweat. A gentle warmth radiated from him and the tension flooded from Xion’s muscles. Then he jostled her, squeezed her, and returned her to the ground on shaken, uncertain legs. The added rustle of her hair only succeeded in further unbalancing her. 

“F-Fine?”

[zephyrises]

Doting—namely the variety that Terra and Aqua are always subjecting him to—harbors the potential to ruffle Ventus’s feathers, predominantly because there really isn’t a need for either of them to fret over him anymore. It was a different story when he was first taken into their care and could scarcely walk in a straight line without some form of guidance, but now he’s practically on the verge of becoming an adult—one that’s fully capable of tending to his day to day needs, at that. He doesn’t need to rely on Terra, Aqua or anyone for protection and care, subsidiary or otherwise.

Whenever he’s midway to dozing off, though, he seems to disregard this conviction and develop more of a penchant for being pampered. The blonde’s usual pouts and protests are relieved by sleepy smiles and hands that instinctively reach for any prospective source of comfort of warmth, of which Terra is both.

"If I went to bed, then you wouldn’t have been there to tuck me in,” he jokes, voice just as subdued as his digits daintily tug at the fabric of the man’s sleeve.

[seasaltair]

teldurus replied to your post “SORRY ABOUT ANOTHER SHITPOST BUT CAN ERIC ACTUALLY SWIM ???  LIKE HE...”

he had on secret..... water wings....

water wings that apparently didn’t work on his birthday

[heaartsavior]

“whoops. sorry. did i pull too hard?” he stops to reorganize the strands in his grip. can’t remember which he crossed just a second ago. left over… middle, right? he’s no good at braiding. “sure you don’t just want me to call aqua in to do this for you? be a lot faster.” and drat, one of the flowers fell out. he makes to pick it up and ends up dropping the entire rope. “tch. hopeless,” he mutters, dejected combing of fingers through naminé’s blonde locks to liberate them from the misshapen coil.

“It’s alright. it didn’t hurt.” She was quick to answer, since she had long since abandoned her drawing. Instead,Naminé was concentrating on creating a flower crown (though it looks just as misshapen as her lumpy braid). It would seem that neither of them were very good at their current task. Not that she minded. Terra was someone that she enjoyed being in the company of. Though she could never exactly pinpoint the reasoning. The closest thing she could think of, is that he gave her the same feeling she felt when Kairi was around her older brother. Safe and familiar.

She turned her head slightly to look over her should for a brief moment. Letting out a hum of thought before shaking her head. “I’m sure. What it looks like doesn’t matter much to me. I know I’ll like it in the end.” She stated, going back to work on her flower crown.Naminé wasn’t the type to particularly care about her appearance. After all, she had only just gotten a new set of clothes (on top of getting an entire wardrobe to boot). Whether the braids in her hair looked neat or not didn’t matter. It made her more than happy that Terra even agreed to do it. His skills, or lack there of, in the realm of braiding wasn’t a concern.

The feeling of hands combing out the braid caused her to stop her current project. She could feel the brush of a few falling flowers against the back of her arm. It was then that she fully turned around to look at him, having heard his mumbling. Her eyes darted down to look at the fallen flowers, picking a few up and holding them in her hand.Naminé stared at them for a few moments, lips pursed in trying to think of what to say. “It’s not hopeless.” She began, placing the flowers back into his hands. Then turned around briefly to grab her falling apart flower crown. “I’m not very good at this, but I’m still having fun. It…makes me feel a little more normal.” There was a small smile that had begun to appear as she reached up to place to badly crafted crown onto the top of his head.

“No flowers this time. Just a braid. Missed pieces, lumps and all.”

welcome to our family time | @teldurus

[kcystotheheart]

“you’re alright,” he assures the girl as he settles her down on the foyer’s chaise. instinctive, a hand moves to sweep flaxen locks behind an ear. the other keeps supporting that injured ankle. “aqua’s coming to take a look at you, and she’ll have you all fixed up in two seconds, alright?” what little blizzard magic he knows he channels toward his hand, the best he can do by way of a cold compress. “way to take that fall like a champ, though.” an affectionate pinch to her cheek, soft. (to nami!)

⭐️The blonde gave a small nod, she took a shaky breath as she gave the brunet a small smile. She didn’t really think she was that brave, after all she knew far more stronger and braver people. Especially since what happened wasn’t that big of a deal, she did appreciate his use of magic however; it eased the throbbing pain she felt. She smiled a bit more at the small pinch, a soft giggle leaving her as she moved back a bit.

“Thank you... Although I don’t really see how that makes me a champ...”