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░▒▓█ ⊰ ETERNAL ⊱ ;
❛The first three days of your ‘birth’ were exaggerations. You were not quiet, in fact, you kept repeating your name over & over again. You were basically A POKEMON.❜
❝ ... ❞
❝ i thought we weren’t going to talk about that anymore. ❞
data roxas more like ffUCKING SLAY ME
inspired by this post
quietly nudges back over to saïx for a little bit !!
FINALLY, girl looks at him, expression twisting into deeper sadness yet at the expression he bears. She hadn’t meant to make her beloved friend sad. Mentally does the memoriae girl scold herself before umber - clad hand reaches towards him, offering a gentle nudge and a smile false as she is. “Well, it’ll get better, right?”
it has to.
❝ of course. ❞
roxas’ tune changes, going from unsure to solidly confident. axel’s usually better at this sort of stuff, the cheering up and distracting, but her soft nudge definitely helps him along the road. xion is strong --- strong enough for the both of them, he thinks. they’ll make it out just fine.
❝ just ‘cause he’s grumpy doesn’t mean we have to be. ❞
An exaggerated sigh of relief escaped the boy’s lips as he finally settled himself down on the edge of a riverbank, legs thrown haphazardly out in front of him. He shrugged off his backpack, letting it fall to the grass with a resounding thump, tilting his head towards the sky. Sunlight dappled through the branches of the overhanging trees, casting a soft glow across the ground, bathing his face in its warmth. He knew he had to be nearing Castelia City— Ven could smell the salt in the air, feel the refreshing sea breeze that rolled off the ocean, but it could wait for a few more hours, for he was exhausted and he was certain his Pokémon were getting restless.
Shifting his weight onto one arm, he reached for his backpack, intending to retrieve his Pokéballs and give them some fresh air for a few hours while he rested by the riverbank, only to pause when a sudden nearby sound reached his ears. It was probably just a wild Pokémon ( hardly a threat to him unless it chose to attack ), or maybe even a fellow trainer. At any rate, Ven sat a little straighter, reaching into his backpack and closing a hand around a Pokéball.
It came as quite the surprise when a familiar face suddenly stepped into the clearing, his windswept hair a complete giveaway. Of all the people to bump into. What were the odds?
❝ …Roxas? ❞ His name fell past his lips on instinct, hand immediately withdrawing from his backpack. He scrambled to his feet in a matter of moments, a wide grin spreading across his face as he launched himself at his twin and flung his arms around broad shoulders. ❝ It’s been months since you last called! Where’ve you been? What’ve you been doing with yourself? Too busy to check in with your older brother, huh? ❞
roxas should really learn to rely on his hunches more often. he’s been a wanderer for the past while, going where the wind takes him, but he’d had a feeling that a trip to the big city would bring him good fortune. he tends to stick to the more rural areas these days so that he can watch the sun set over the horizon in peace, but a change of pace every so often can also be nice.
plus, he really needed to restock his bag. the thing’s almost empty and his team is really starting to get sick of wild berries.
fraxure is the first to notice the other traveller, bumping her tail casually against roxas’ leg at first before she full-out smacks him to get him to pay attention, and at a yelp and a whip of his head, he spies his brother and a smile carves thin lips almost instantaneously.
❝ --- ventus ! ❞
the hug is reciprocated immediately and he holds his twin tight ( he really does suck at keeping contact, now that he thinks about it ), suddenly realizing that it’s been way too long since they last crossed paths. fraxure’s tail waves happily back and forth at the reunion and she bumps her nose onto ventus’ leg, giving a greeting of her own. at the remark about their minuscule age difference, roxas shoves him playfully and they pull apart, hands now stationed on his hips.
❝ i’ve been busy! doing stuff and all that. what about you? you could’ve called too, y’know. ❞
cha cha slides over here real quick hi guys !! idk if u’ve noticed but i haven’t been all too active over here for the past week-ish. it’s because i’ve started working! all this month i have 9-hr shifts scattered through until the pan am games is over bc i work the entrance & parking for one of the venues, so things have gotten a little crazy.
tomorrow is my only day of work until sunday tho, so you should see me back on your dashes by wednesday !!!
IN HIS DREAMS, he finds no respite — there is no SANCTUARY in his heart. his dreams are barren, but always flooded with memories & fragments of grief. in his wake, he’ll not bother to recall fleeting tears or any similar sorrow. this pain is not his to feel ; THESE MEMORIES are an anchor in another heart ( & sora can feel it dying. )
❛ ——– roxas, is that really you ? ❜
he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t wanted to meet. in any escape, sora wants to see him BREATHE his own life into his heart. one day, he can set him free, one day sora will be able to undo the tangles in their woven hearts.
he doesn’t know what he’s feeling. it’s something weightless, colourful, filled to the brim with indescribable pins and pricks that weave into his chest -- some gentle, some rough. roxas nods almost meekly as he finds his footing, & then his voice.
❝ yeah. yeah, it is. ❞
so this is sora --- the boy he’s heard so much about. the boy he unknowingly ( and then knowingly ) gave whatever life he had to learn about. he abandoned everything --- he left axel --- for the chance to see him, and this long anticipat- ed moment doesn’t even feel real.
❝ where are we? ❞
❛ different name, same fate.
Family isn’t blood. It’s the people who love you. The people who have your back.
Clary Fray (via 1n-calescent)
❝ what’s that? can i see it? ❞
❛ M’not going back…. ❜
The hilt of his buster sword is held tight in his hand… Awaiting the other’s move. He’s not about to go back without a fight. Not like this.
❝ and you think i want to? ❞
zack’s grip on his sword doesn’t sway the blond; he doesn’t want to fight him. not like this.
❝ where would you go? ❞
( x )
osorea.
it’s hard to sleep, these days. it’s hard for him to lose himself to a slumber. even when rest is desperately needed, he fights it --- almost as though he’s afraid of what waits for him in the dark.
but now, by some miracle, he sleeps. roxas is off in another world, another place, a middle-ground where the ghosts can’t catch him and his mind is free to wander.
or so he thinks.
the longer he stays in his slumber, the colder he feels. something is watching him. something is waiting for him. roxas turns, pivots on his heel in his dream, in this world that must be a fabrication ---- and freezes.
❝ sora. ❞
lunaticberserker:
Saïx very nearly shrugged, but composure demanded that he not. The boy was still that– a boy, untried and malleable. One day, he would be wiser, but it was during these formative times that he could be manipulated most easily. Still, he tried the Diviner’s patience with his impertinence.
“Friends, you say?” he saids, cocking his head slightly as he fixes golden eyes on Roxas. “How curious. We don’t have hearts. The closest bond you should be able to form could hardly be called camaraderie. Which means your ‘friendship’… why, that would be a lie.”
saïx's words echo inside roxas' skull ( lie, lie, lie ) and he tries to ignore their implication at first, but the longer he stands there in front of him, the louder they seem to get.
( lie, lie, LIE. )
❝ that's not true. ❞
this keyblade wielder is a feisty one, and he'll be damn- ed if he's going to let his friendship with his best friends be mocked.
❝ we are friends. we don't need hearts to be friends --- we've got each other. ❞
