#zack o1.

[flosphenerps]

@fairest-zack

Of course her mother and father arranged this marriage. It was a marriage of convenience for their two kingdoms. One that would solidify trade and borders at least for the time of their marriage. Isae, herself, felt fairly neutral to the arrangement. At least it would get her outside of this Gods forsaken castle. These old walls were haunted but not by ghosts or ghouls but by expectations and lectures. 

Alright, and a couple of ghosts.

She sat silently in the carriage ride over, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her mother and father were just as silent. Their family was not particularly known for their lively family conversation. Isae watched out the window as the towns and villages passed by in a blur. Leaving her alone with her thoughts.

She wondered what her fiance might be like. If he would be kind, or if he would be indifferent to her. She didn’t quite know which she preferred. She just hoped he wouldn’t be cruel. There was no telling what kind of person her parents had arranged for her, just that he had a good pedigree. 

So there she was being left alone in a chamber with light refreshments waiting for the man who was her betrothed to walk through the door. Their parents were discussing arrangements for the weddings, details of the treaties. 

[wayefinder]

[ ♒︎ ] – Aqua fiddled with the keychain which hung from the end of her wooden sword, a crude excuse for a weapon if she ever saw one. The keychain, at least, resembled the one which was attached to her own keyblade, and though it was little comfort, it was better than no comfort at all. 

Exhaling shortly, the blue-haired woman took a few practice swings. The tree before her bore the blisters of previous contact, though she was careful not to cause damage to the ‘blade’ itself by hitting it too hard. Nevertheless, there was only so much she could do in terms of training if all but one of her abilities was gone-- And the ability she retained was decidedly not offensive, either.

It was not often that Aqua lost her composure, but here, in a place she felt that she was alone, she allowed her frustrations to come through. Frustration at her lack of power. Whack. Frustration at the arbitrary nature of her arrival. Whack. Frustration at being lost and alone in an unfamiliar place again. Whack.

And above all, reaching out and being unable to feel Ventus and Terra’s hearts.

A sharp, resounding crack echoed in the silence, much louder than before, the only other sound being her breaths which came fast and hard from the effort. There was a new split in the wood of her blade, though Aqua ignored it. All those years without them, and then to be ripped away again so soon after being reuinited...

Her heart ached.

[cetrasguard]

⎨✤⎬— sacrificialhero

    Sometimes her memories, although she’s unsure if she could really call them that, of the Lifestream were a little hazy yet mostly clear. There is one thing of course, that remains crystal and it’s the visage she sees before her now, stark even among the sea of people. Sky blue meets emerald green and for a split second everything around her freezes and it’s just them. SOLDIER First Class, confident and bright as she always remembered, as if their unfortunate circumstances never occurred. “Zack,” she finally speaks as hands clasp behind her back, a mannerism she still held even to this day. And though this isn’t their first reunion there’s still a whirlwind of feelings, mostly sad, yet she pushes herself and presents a smile. 

    “You’re late again,” an almost playful tone to her voice, a jest to hide the sorrow. But not all is shadowed, he’s alive and seemingly well and she hopes happy as that is all she’d wish for him. Even back then, when perhaps she knew he’d returned to the Planet, a part of her found it easier to believe he was alive and happy somewhere, than to accept he was gone before she got to spend more time with him. “You shouldn’t keep a girl waiting you know,” a gentle nod of her head follows, because she knows he suffered and the important thing was he was here now, for how long she can’t say, but she would treasure it.