#xmarkstheheart

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[aeternat-nihilum-blog]

@xmarkstheheart

       Xemnas does not bother knocking on the Diviner’s door when he barges in. He was the Superior. He could do that. He walked over to him and smiled down at him.“VII, I would like you to come to my office once you finish up with your work. I have something important I would like to discuss with you.” A hand would reach out and cup under Saïx’s chin. 

       “So make sure you get it done quickly.”

[arcanum-tempus]

--xmarkstheheart

Hearts were so diverse, he’d found through his travels. Some were warm, welcoming--rarely, they were too welcoming, as Sora’s had been. His was so warm and open that people had managed to sneak into it with him unaware. How quaint.

Then, there were other, darker hearts. The boy, Riku, had one of those, His own was rather dark, if grand. They didn’t feel like something welcoming--rather, they felt more foreboding, or private and sealed away.

Isa’s heart was neither. Isa’s heart was quite damaged, in actuality, falling apart at the seams. It was to be expected: the fragile, regrowing heart of a nobody wasn’t very strong, in most cases, unless it had something to leech off of.

Even as he stood on the platforms, they nearly crumbled beneath his feet. It made no difference, though. He’d be in and out of here shortly, and he was glad for that. This wasn’t a task he took immense pleasure in. But, he was the only one who could do it, after all.

...He did notice, off to the side, a piece of his own future self’s heart locked away tightly in here. While he supposed that he was intended to like the feeling of power, it left him quite disturbed instead. He very vigorously attempted not to think about it, ignoring the pulsations of power it gave off.

“My, my, what a mess we have in here, hmm?” He asked, clicking his tongue impertinently, tone taking the tone it would if he were chastising a child.

[arcanum-tempus]

--xmarkstheheart

It was always quiet in this castle. Eerie, with a sense of emptiness to all of it. He supposed that made sense, given that the world was originally a world for Nobodies, the old Organization, before it’d been made a pocket in time.

Now, it was a castle full of his vessels, people holding pieces of his own heart in theirs.

He, out of all of them, was the one who had been ordered, most expressively, to never leave the castle unless it was to pick up another vessel from time. Whenever he was sent on missions, they were pathetically easy. Enough to keep him trained, but not enough to be actually dangerous. He knew why, of course; if he were killed by the Guardians of Light, everything would be undone. But it still left him feeling agitated, restless. Like a child being kept safe at home. It was infuriating.

It also, though he despised to admit it, left him slightly lonely. The only persons here he had to talk too were, well, reflections of himself, what he would become. But there were a few of the vessels he had that acted somewhat close to themselves, instead of twisted mirrors.

One, was Braig. But talking to him was completely out of the question. All he did was tease and taunt him, as if he knew something more then Xehanort did.

The other, was the one he had taken after he’d been recompleted; Isa, formally known as Saix. His elder self had asked him to keep an eye on that one specifically, as apparently Axel had a determination to free him from control. They couldn’t let that happen.

So, it was these two reasons, loneliness (though he preferred to call it isolation) and as an assignment from his elder self, that led to him knocking on the door he knew Isa called his own. He even had an excuse all ready, for once.

“I find myself in need of a sparring partner.” He claimed, leaning against the wall beside the door, “if you’re not busy filing reports, I think you would do nicely.”

[lightofdeparture-blog]

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@xmarkstheheart

                    ❝ That mark on your face must have hurt a lot. ❞

[memoryiismssideblog-blog]

"We shouldn't..."

The redhead pauses here. His head bows just a bit and he remains quiet for a moment, stopping to think it over.

Should they? He doesn’t know. But he wonders now if he’s only going for brief, quickly-passing things. Shortly lived thrills, even if they were of a less… serious kind.

“Is that your answer?”

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►random starter for xmarkstheheart because why not◄

“That’s not what your mom said last-- No, sir, I didn’t say anything, why do you ask?”