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Paths were an endless resource. One step, a sharpness in decision, and that's all it took for another thread to be traversed.
Or for old ones to be revisited.
Sora isn't sure why he found himself thrust into the jungle of obsidian colored buildings, holding a quiet vigil at the heights perceived, carrying themselves pridefully with the rainfall that stems from no natural source. That nebulous sense of Following the Heart led him, and at this point, he's confident that a sense of the self never before witnessed was awakening from a branch of slumber that likely stem from eons.
For the Heart didn't abide by the normal boundary of time. Regardless of how much reality nurtures it, torments it, and how there's countless vulnerabilities within that plain that could be taken advantage of.
The true potential it wields is steeped in slumber.
From a mild investigation, not much has changed, it seems as if the reality alternating power of Xemnas, either in dream or in the waking realm hadn't brought a permanent influence. Strangely enough, it brings him an idea similar to a phenomenon at the Keyblade Graveyard. The real Kingdom Hearts turned hard laws into liquefied and lucid concepts, allowing for the All Powerful Heart to dictate circumstances through will alone. In the end of a cataclysm spectacle, hadn't the same transpired?
The Keyblades of countless wielders would return to their final resting places. Sora's throat softly flexes as he swallowed such discomfort.
Thinking too hard on such was a dangerous gamble waiting.
"Even after everything that's happened.. I remember the gang talked that this world held on odd threads. A place that shouldn't be, city that holds no true connection." Compared to countless other lands enriched with history, fashioned with life. This cold, desolate cosmos only held a graveyard of ships surrounding it, this mass metropolis stripped of it's world. It flirts too closely with a line prowling with ominous figures. In fact, those hollow, lifeless eyes that held a predatory obsession could be felt like idle curses upon the skin.
They were tracking the radiance that stemmed from his being, the potential that holds a golden bed of illumination that it content sleeps within. Fear drew their ire and emotional turmoil, and it wouldn't be long before that same song and dance be made by the remnants of old armies.
Hundreds, thousands, an armada with no leader would tear from their sanctum of darkness, Neoshadows en masse raging in the name of bringing down this searing thorn in the side of-- a force, a grand core that wanted the endless wars of Light and Dark to endlessly toil.
At the view, there would be no fear reflected in kind, a steady, unwavering warmth set within those cerulean hues as he'd draw a hand towards the heavens. A familiar song would dance despite death charging from every direction. For amidst the deepest darkness, the light of courage would be one of many concepts to bloom. The Kingdom Key would impress a smile upon the waking lands as it's summoned, finding itself gripped by a companion of unfathomable potential.
Sora's heart would erupt with its power, sending a cascading pillar of light to rip towards the clouds, parting them seamlessly as many of the Heartless found themselves eviscerated from that ascending force that breaches the atmosphere.
A war cry, another declaration.
His body would tear from that fountain of his own light, layers of that iridescent flame wrapping around his figure as sweeping arcs of the keyblade allowed it's rage to be made into forceful fury. Bisected Heartless, decapitated, torn asunder, the whirlwind of rapid slashes would leave smoldering arches through their torn forces as he advances to the castle. Yet, no displays of strength would counter that endless hunger. For fear in the sense of their longevity held no purpose.
Thus, Sora would only find a smile that refuses to relent as he twists his body, simultaneously kicking and springboarding off a Neoshadow's head in order to gain higher ground. Underneath the facsimile of a pale moon that once kissed the grounds, the keybearer found himself content with thriving in such circumstances. Releasing the keyblade, it'd levitate by his side, arced proudly in a vertical stance as their synchronization fashions power with form.
"Always a party wherever you guys are..! If that's how you like it-" The King of Heart brazenly states, drawing his gloved hands forward as wintry blues swam across his palms in a realm of increasing intensity. Even the countless droplets that descend found themselves under his dominion, turning into lethal pin pricks as they concentrated into the surge of Heart power.
"Diamond Dust!"
In an instant did a frigid howl course over a section of the city. Hundreds of the Heartless found themselves stalled as a hellish freeze compasses a sizable margin, coursing over skyscrapers, even the very winds themselves seeming to freeze at his command as a glimmering sea of powdered white swept across once wet asphalt, a complementary piece to the elegant arcs of snowflakes that entombed the Heartless in a wired grave. The chill itself would tear the once devoured Heart's free, harmless flecks of snow around their figures as Sora flipped back to the ground, briefly flickering from sight as he charged towards the abandoned castle ahead, lording over the surroundings like an ivory crown.
"Alright! Let's see what's next on the menu!"
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★ “-THE PEOPLE IT DID CHOOSE. MY FRIENDS. THEY ARE MY POWER!”
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"They can take your world."
"They can take your heart..."
"Cut you loose from all you know." Despair would always fail to daunt him, for a smile, try and true dawns on his lips.
"But if it's your fate? Then every step forward, will always be a step closer to home."
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Watching the joy written across her features was all he needed to see. Any initial concerns that she was on a solitary venture had diminished, his attention fully committed to soaking up the finer details after their shared smiles. Plopping down by the martial artist's side, he'd be taking up some more space upon that towel. Before he got too comfortable however, he made sure to pluck two cans of soda from the nearby cooler, settling the items between them.
"Sorry I couldn't of called any sooner, but, that's how surprises go, huh? Made me day knowin' we all had the same genius planning sense." A good means to allow the soul and Heart alike to truly alleviate the rougher edges of their adventures. His own position was no different, the time apart on their respective journeys was highlighted in spades between them. Inside that impassioned fire of Tifa's gaze was a tempered source of strength, the sort that didn't ebb down the genuine sense of self that made her so lovable to be around.
There was a good reason many referred to her as the foundation. She really had a means of grounding anyone who truly one her companionship.
"Guy's still always tryin' to make us worry, huh? Don't think he'll be able to keep us on the backfoot forever. I can even get more involved. Considering we got a few more Keyblade wielders at the helm from the old days, it's allowed me to loosen up having to keep as much of a solid eye to the Keyholes across the worlds. Not that I'd ever want to fully stop."
"But I know when I gotta back up our gang too. ...Ah, more than just on the vacation nows for one!" He mentions with a small burst of laughter. For a fleeting moment, Sora couldn't help but marvel at the full effort she put into the swimsuit in itself. Anybody would have to go beyond being a full to ever deny that Tifa looks stunning. Somehow, it looks like the beach was made for her.
"Then how about we make it the two of us then? If you didn't just get back from a swim, we could help out in a little while." He offers while taking a sip of his soda.
°˖✧✿✧˖° ORIGINALLY BEING FROM THE MOUNTAINSIDE of Radiant Garden the beach was a lovely change. It seemed like just yesterday, her home planet was taken over by darkness; she and her friends arriving at Traverse Town. The female fighter had decided then she had to find Cloud; while her friends stayed in Traverse Town she was on a mission to make sure Cloud was ok. However, that was ages ago. Even if it seemed like it just happened.
Tifa had managed to find her childhood friend; Cloud being Cloud he took off not long after they'd reunited. That time she and friends decided to track him down this time. This is where Aerith came into play; the two girls, along with Zack, Yuffie, and Leon teamed up to find the SOLIDER. They group were still trying to find him. It seemed like he was always one step ahead of them.
The group of friends had been taking a small break from trying to find their friend. Hint's why they were in this world, enjoying the beach and everything this vaction like world had to offer. Aerith, Yuffie and herself had decided to enjoy the beach; Yuffie was the first to stray away, now it seemed Aerith was the second to stray away. Leaving the fighter a lone on the beach. It wasn't like Tifa couldn't protect herself. She just didn't like that her friends had decided to leave her without telling her.
Attention brought from trying to spot her friend by a certain keyblade master. The male looked like he had aged since the last time they'd crossed paths. This crimson orbs of hers lite up at the sight of him. "Sora! What a pleasant surprise!" The fighter smiled brightly at him. His cerulan eyes always seemed to pull her in when she looked into them. Listening to him she flashed a grin up at the keyblade master; shaking her head from side to side. "This was a sudden trip honestly-- Aerith, Zack, Leon, Yuffie, and I have been searching for Cloud from a while and decided to take a tiny break--. We just so happened to pick here." She laughed softly flashing the male a gentle smile.
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For this islander, the beach was almost a call to home itself. His starfaring journeys were always allowed such a pause. Decked out in a set of palm tree swim trunks himself, a lively stretch was made as the warmth of the sun and the sound of rolling waves automatically worked a sense of comfort within his body and soul. "Looks like the surf is ebbin' up to be pretty solid! Though, before I go... !" There's a pause in his thoughts, the sights of a familiar face shadowed beneath an umbrella catching his attention.
There she was, looking glamorous as always no less. It left the keybearer's attention to suddenly reroute, trekking over towards their momentary turf, a growing smile situated upon the hero's lips. "Oh, so she's around here too? I didn't know y'all had a party planned today, heh heh!"
There Sora was, crouched down above and by her side in the next moment, those cerulean eyes initially peering for any signs as well before peeking down, witnessing Tifa in her entirety. "Don't you think it'd be fair if I got some mail for days like these? ..Granted, it may be a little tough having it gun towards space n' all." In kind, the natural option was to take the happenstance in stride.
"You're practically glowin' today! Been looking forward to this?"
SEMI-PARA STARTER | TIFA | OPEN
°˖✧✿✧˖° THE DAY WAS HOT AND SUN WAS BRIGHT, Tifa enjoying a day at the beach. Her long raven hair was pulled up into a bun, a cute ribbon and flower adorning her hair. Her swimsuit showed off her developed body, the bikini yellow and blue. The crimson eyed beauty lazily laid on a towel under an oversized umbrella. Her eyes opened as she glanced to her left then to her right. "Aerith-- where'd she go?" Tifa asked outloud, more to herself than to anyone else.
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Another new day.
Another step back into the familiar and to the grander 'games'.
Sora always found his attention towards rest to be at a particular interest point. The act in itself losing more of its base comforts, and awakening sets of opportunity that his path to power had laid only in the more complicated straits of their wider World. Banishment from his reality had been an undeniable facet, a price he readily paid, so just how is it that the Heart in itself could often bypass that barrier so much?
Allowing his eyes to marvel at pristine grasslands, for beaten paths upon familiar rugged mountainsides, to the ethereal domains of godhood itself lies in wait. Dreams were likened to portals at this point, a 'purgatory' before the jumps were made to places he remembered, and to places that also remembered him. It was a balm for that restless energy that brewed within, that was transforming by the second after the Power of Waking served as another sacrifice.
Being simply ready was an understatement.
No. If he were to be honest? He felt born to to take these unseen roads before him. To cleave through manipulation and terror, finding each and every silver lining that could break towards a brighter future. Once he found that the doubt culminated from a lack of belief was being rendered to dust, that awakening of sorts befell him, a more calm acceptance to the old question that always plagued a sense of worry in his being.
Uncertainty would have to try a lot harder if it wished to get him into that deadly grip. Even as reality itself contently shifts through endless possibility, the current scenery dissolves away through the sight of iridescent doves, unveiling the familiar cerulean pools etched with clouds, below and above.
The Final World. It was a border of death that found itself constantly calling to him, a lot more than he realized. Chirithy's words on the matter were bizarre at best, but at the same time, it made him simply want to laugh at the unknown joy that etched within his being. What could anyone in their right mind make of a happenstance like that?
Why were the Stations of Awakening so surprisingly close to such a place?
"I'm a lot more awake now. That's a funny condition you made for me to find this place.. Is that why it had to be a literal year now and then?" It was a morbidly amusing thought, and part of Sora wonders if this place could even hear him in such a fashion. Even now, he could feel a near angelic hum that sings within his chest, signs that there was much more this sacred land wanted him to perceive.
For him to traverse the once unreachable horizon.
"Let's see what you're all about."
#| Drabble#It's not that true square enix life#Unless there's some nebulous travel through reality itself
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"Beats me ma'am. Outside of a trinket, all that remained in there alongside of it is the ol' fella. Thankfully they should be roaming back to a more comfortable place now." In that note it leaves Sora relieved.
..That said, the question was too good to pass up still. What if someone made this their deranged hobby?
"I mean they are treasures, but that's taking it a little too literally! This is the first time in my life I've seen sucha situation." He admits, brow furrowed he tried to scrape together an idea.
"Heey now, who just goes putting bears in treasure chests like that?"
She hasn't a clue what's going on. Poor guy must've gotten curious and wandered in before the lid closed.
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"I am perfectly calm." No he is not.
Sora also hadn't believed that, not for a single second. Above many others, outside of the progenitor source of what compelled the lost wielder to take the state of a phantasmal knight, he'd be one of the few who actively lived and understood the raw extent of these emotions.
Whether they were echoes or a heavily prevalent shard, their existence burned at the very borders of the current plane and the dimension beyond. Just being within their presence alone would be enough to suffocate even decently strong Heartless into misty remnants. Underneath such an extent of Heart power, the Keybearer holds firm, a resilient heart of his own withstanding due to not only the connections made, but the equally hellish trials that tempered it into the metaphysical light it contently remains as.
"You don't have to be." Sora begins, cutting the oppressive force of that ghastly tone with a humane note, holding every intention to ensure such a signal reaches the depths of their being. "Even emotions like that can create incredible things-- And if Xehanort has anything to do with the reason." A gloved hands draws forth as he instinctively calls to the depths of his being.
A sacred chime and a whimsical flourish of light signifies the arrive of another good companion of his; The Keyblade. The Kingdom Key situates seamlessly within his grip, it's very presence exuding brighter scintillation despite the rivers of risk this situation brings. There was a promise of bloodshed, of high skill, of spirit being exemplified whenever its presence is beckoned.
Most times anyways, Sora was a wielder that lets the instrument taste all sorts of experiences.
"We'll need all the strength we can get. Doesn't matter if I need to help out with the worst of it!" The declaration was of a warrior not engulfed by pride. No, this leveled confidence was of a culmination, of certainty, coalescing to a foundation where even his bouts of waning self-confidence was banished. As he situated into his battle posture, feet braced and the toothed edges of blade leveled towards the Lingering Will, a soft sigh expels.
Once more would this holy land of all Keyblade Wielders be witness to a spectacular clash.
"I'll remind you why you wield that anger!"
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Treasure che- uh oh! A grizzly! Run, Sora, Run! The chest contained a bear!
Now wasn't this a fluffy and ferocious character! As that dazzling roar found itself blaring back his hair, those adventurous eyes hadn't lost an ounce of their luster. Rather, there's a gleam that ignites within them even as a lethal lunge shoe forth to try sampling any 'taste' for the bear's demanding gullet. Yet, it'd find this currently picked pray little too skillful!
In one moment Sora was there and seemingly a victim in the making, as for the next? ..The human had vanished? It's claws only managed to cleave in a diminishing after image that left the creature bewildered.
"Haha! That appetite got'cha pretty eager, buuuut, looks like a little sluggish there on the upkeep as well pal." Comes the cheery mention from up above. That immediately stomps a sense of clarity into the beast, a dangerous growl rumbling within that proud throat as it'd forwardly peer upward, only to catch the keybearer in question offering them a lively wave, all while he's laying upon their head and wide stalk of a neck.
"Sadly, ol' Sora here isn't on the menu today! So how about we just hit our own roads?" He adds in as an entirely ignored suggestion. For one of those claws was making a swiping paw with a sudden flourish of speed. ..That was, until it all stopped, the arcane inscriptions of a freezing clock forming a dome of influence around its figure, leaving it arrested by the newly formed law of the Stop spell.
Only then would he brace himself, bouncing in a neatly performed backflip before settling in a solid landing. Did this hero feel a touch guilty for letting the ends of a trickster influence these moves? A tiny bit. The bigger lesson was the bear however! A temper like that could get them in easily perilous situations!
Such as a simple headpat time stop.
"Be good now! ...I think the better question is to be careful of these chest above all else, who in the world would stuff 'em in those anyways?" That would be a question for another day as he departs, his finger swirling about a newly acquired bangle that just happened to be underneath all the furry contents.
Give it a good minute or two, and that bear would be left to scratch its head in a disturbed sense of confusion.
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Life happens.
He acknowledges that. More important, he accepts that.
There comes a certain brand of pride he carries despite the natural tug of the 'blues' that want to wade their way in. Sora wasn't the sort however to go and let such emotion serve to triumph above all else. No, for all of the blood, sweat, confusion and tears they waded through, what developed amidst their bond was something that even grappling force of Space itself could never conquer. So much of this unforgettable time found itself beginning on these sunny shores, where a pristine shine, great friends and a loving family had drawn him into the world.
Now, it was time for the nurtured build of Heart to be a blessing for the hands of another, someone who truly saw him at his best and worst of days. They have futures to see, and right now, no greater machination would find the grounds of ever trying to bend or pervade the very gesture. The lively hum of a Gummi ship amidst Destiny Islands, familiar faces, it was an understandable well of emotion growing on this very scene.
Sora would be a liar if he were to say that the same wasn't being experienced through him. Why wouldn't it? After all, it was a surprising first for his perspective, to be at the celebration of his best friend's new journey. It'd be directly upon those same shores he raced upon that he'd find Riku, that studious, firm gaze peering off to drink in the memories of this scenery one more time. Burning it ever deeper into the resolute heart that managed to endure through so much. A few steps upon the sunkissed sands, and without a moment's hesitation, a firm, spirit rousing whap of the hand would be made on their shoulder.
Thus they would remain, an all too familiar size difference still being ignored to this day. A soft sigh would spill from the Keybearer's lips. "So, big shot. I heard for this particular script, you're the one who's taking the main lead and ensuring it gets where it needs to go. A raft of your very own.. Mind you, one I'm giving ya permission to name whatever ya like!"
A bundle of emotion builds once Riku peers over to him, that telltale fondness in his gaze, carried firm by a blatant disregard of his friend's antics. "Joy. Sora, to think all this time the main thing I need was your permission."
To that motion, he'd wind up giving the Master a wink, a nudge, and inevitably the two of them would burst out laughing on the spot. It was the sort of laughter that found itself belly deeper, as if allowing the very currents of their history to flow within this singular moment of action. Everything precious, everything stupid, everything worthwhile. It really dawned to the spiky haired hero just how much has changed, while in the same vein, remained the same this whole time.
Growth just had a lot of surprising ways of teaching them that.
..In truth, it was a little strange, a little natural.
"Riku, if it's you. I know you're gonna do great out there. You showed everything just how much you really changed, right, here." Sora finalizes, drawing his knuckles forward to tap upon that built chest. It would be directly where that vessel of unfathomable potential rests, nestled deep, forever growing with each and every new passing day. The confirmation of it all draws a sense of longing, a sense of peace, but above all else?
There was genuine excitement for this new chapter. For the two of them, there would be no tears for this farewell. Far from it.
When Sora peers up to Riku, tucked within those skylit eyes was a determination that no longer held doubt. A solemn strength that wouldn't buckle to the uncertain, or any worries that such a vast unknown would carry along.
"And man, I'm proud of you. ..This new life of yours, show 'em what you got, alright?"
"This bunch raised from Destiny Island have always been built a lil bit different. So show that off! If I gotta even find a note you're struggling too much out there!" Dramatically furrowing his brow, raising up a dramatized finger in tune..!
It'd immediately be lowered.
"Me, Kairi, our folks.. all of us. We'll be right there to help. Just know we'll always have your back."
"And thank you."
@litoredeem
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JAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
I want this to be my big thank you to ya you lug! A nice shoutout to whatever you decide to do from life here on. (not that it's different! Just one less hobby on the menu.) Thank you for giving me that unforgettable RP experience with your muses. From the awesome showdowns with Satsuki, the broships with Riku, not to mention the sweets with Kairi. (Ur Aqua is still a nerd tho.)
It's just been fun, and in kind, you really lit the invigorated fire under my ass to really be putting my best foot forward for the KH Franchise. Just think of this little drabble as a memento you can peek at if the mood reaches you! You've had an impact here, full on awesome and true to our dumbass ways.
So! From Jace to Jay! I want to wish you the best out there with whatever you decide to do.
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The best Sora could offer was a shake of his head.
An event like that? There's never a need in his mind, to try rationalizing it into words. What they embraced were the fraying edges of finality, again and again.
Latent heaviness couldn't dream of surging over the protective stance of his Heart. As their hands found a material bond, it soothes the soul, akin to oceanic waves brushing their blue kisses upon a sunkissed shore. He wouldn't hold his greed in trying to bask in this support as much as he could. The invincible courage that he managed to clasp at that time, it was understandably fleeting, holding boundless conditions and requirements to grasp and actually hold.
Even if it meant burning his hands upon that very sun. The sacrifices made to indulge in a hidden power of the Heart, it holds a haunting grasp over his to this very day.
Watching. Waiting.
"Kairi. You've ensured I always found my way back. No matter how lost at sea I've found myself... Heheh, always seeing that something in me, that I always had the hardest time actually looking at." The one not chosen. Delivery boy. Someone who always found their powers being as ephemeral as dreams themselves. The one who had to be watched. Somehow, all of these definitions that shuddered and shook at his confidence, his certainty, she gradually used her kind hands to not only brush all doubt away.
Kairi had a means of molding it, tempering that sight without any additional cost. From the very beginning, those sweet eyes have found a truth that couldn't be shaken by lies, doubt or worry.
"..." Yet, here she was with that haunting intuitive perception again. Stunned by her insight, his mouth briefly goes slack.
As she rests her hand upon what could be considered a throne for his strongest weapon. No longer was it subtle, but distinct, how the pace(s) of his heart were entirely uneven but rhythmic nonetheless. Marching in the depths of his being was a matter being the normal boundary, no, his Heart was very much awake and holding a lively beat of it's on.
For a moment he actually doesn't know what to say. In truth, it draws such an odd sensation that he's beginning to hold secrets to himself, Sora, the heroic soul who always enjoyed carrying his thoughts and feelings upon his sleeve.
Part of him wanted to believe that it was due to his lack of knowing what it all means.
"...I." The words find difficultly in even trying to be for the time being. What Kairi could concern upon contact was that the power was vast, a malleable ocean that was readily prepared to take the shape he commands, to mold into a warm power for the very form of life he finds important. Confusion briefly makes his brow knit as a truth does find itself gleaned, naturally discerned as if...
He knew this all along. As if it was his birthright to hold this very knowledge.
"Kairi, It's.. waking up. This part of me that's been sleeping for the longest time, it's moving in a way I'm.. aware of?."
"Have you.. ever felt like your body was only a small part of what you truly are? That it's just trying to catch up?" Hearts above does it feel weird to even say such a thing.
..But it's true, to him.
'*•.¸♡ @valorxdrive || from here
It isn't often the two of them hold each other with such solemn atmosphere. And it had never been Kairi's intention to drag Sora down to unpleasant quandaries, because for as much as she was the light, she adored Sora's brilliance in equal measure. But Kairi had also not been one to shy from painful truths, and this is one that she had been toiled in on lonely nights.
Naturally, she wanted to know how Sora handled it. Because he had always been a shining example of resilience to her.
So even while he can't force a grin for these words, the princess feels relieved to know that he carries this weight with similar severity. It made her feel less... unreasonable. To get stuck in those old haunts. It also made her protective of him, much is indicated by the way her other hand would join the first, so that they're holding each other and breathing each other's air.
She nods to him. ❝ Mhm, ❞ she admits with a sad smile. ❝ The first time it happened, well... it was scary, but I still believed with all of my heart you would pull through. So it wasn't so bad. ❞ And then her eyes get a little distant. ❝ But after that I... well. ❞
A sigh. How to explain it. A visceral cold, that even the light could not chase away. She was as fearful of it as her light was. She knew it, the same ways her skin still quaked where she was struck. Kairi closes her eyes, shakes her head.
❝ I guess you really made the impossible possible, huh. ❞ At dire cost. But her smile warms right up, the edges of her eyes scrunching benevolently. ❝ The heart is such an unpredictable thing. But, you know, I've been able to tell that yours hasn't been the same since then. ❞ One of her hands pry itself free to rest over his chest, feeling that beating power behind his flesh.
It felt powerful ; but it also felt like it would slip away, at any moment.
❝ Isn't that right, Sora? I wonder if you're closer than any of us to knowing what it all means. ❞ A Princess's intuition.
#maregiis#| Threads#god the way this actually HITS him#It's the strangest sense of vulnerable truth he's ever had#Sora KNOWS at his core what makes his totality#but the conscious ends are just '???' it's so bizarrely new#the way Kairi is peering into this. Holllly
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"Boom, Headshot!" -Chevreuse, probably.
-incorrect quotes
B l i n k s.
"Whoa, she didn't even need to bother setting up her aim, much less focusing on the target! Does she have that high scale of a lock on level?"
May that Mitachurl that found itself annihilated find a comfortable place of spiritual rest, because that was fast.
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"Can I ask you something, Sora?"
Her voice lacks its usual mischievous sing-song, or that saccharine lilt. She's serious, albeit softly so. Not one to usually bring such matters up, least of all when they are meant to be immersed in their little crops of peace. But her heart couldn't keep it silent, once the thought persisted.
"Do you still think about it...? What it feels like to stop being awake?"
A squeeze of his hand. She wants his word above all else. Because it's his strength that she always asks for.
[ from @maregiis ]
"Yeah, Kairi? What's up?"
Sora kept the air open and inviting. Wholly prepared for any branch of conversation that could sit on their current air. Finding themselves along the main island's many beaches, there's a feeling that tremors deep within him. Through a connection like her's, its as if part of him knows without her really needing to say any words. A dependence on such strength he wasn't ready to accept so quickly.
Let her express, let her voice sing, details like this always felt important to the hero who ventured across many Worlds. Thus they would stand, side by side as a blue blanket embraces the shining sun high above.
What follows is a demon that's growing by the day within them both. Holding no form in a material way, but the experience, the very history where they've endured their forms shattering entirely was a measure of hell that the Heart would never dare to forget. His breathing softly hitches, eyes growing wide as an understandable weight of discomfort burrows within his gut.
Just how long has such thoughts managed to run untamed within her Heart? No second thoughts nor hesitation was carried in how tenderly he'd squeeze her hand, how that brazen face would come to face her's in lieu of this very question. Comfort wanted to be spilled forth, but what catches him is the weight behind such thoughts, a genuine desire to peer in those recesses of his being that stood adamant against the many harrowing forms of oblivion itself.
"Normally.. Now and then, and I can't say it's entirely on my angle either. The Dream Eaters really back me up when the nights get particularly rough, but they can only eat up the excess emotion.."
"And the thing is for me, it's different than going to sleep, or even having well.." A small motion is made towards his chest. "This heart itself stopping. I'm not quite sure how to explain it, and honestly, I never want to learn those full details.."
Somewhere in the midst of explaining this bizarre, all consuming feeling that only invites dread, he'd stand a little closer towards her. The both of them have suffered, the both of them endured, in truth that level of having it all end terrifies the hell out of him. There's a distinct, brief shakiness to this tone that couldn't be ignored.
"You can just tell when your Heart touched that genuine brink, can't you..?"
Very few foes ever drew him to such a line. In truth, it's one of those things that couldn't stop scratching the back of his mind. This particular, horrific part of the beautiful unknown was now recognized.
More importantly than that? He'd take these very difficult.. and in truth, hard to explain steps by the princess's side.
@maregiis
#maregiis#| Bottle Mail#Mm. Now THIS-#Is a side he never really let breathe at all#there's a bizarre comfort in its recognition
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"Ha ha ha. Finding yourself at an impasse, Sora? Boy feels unbecoming of your mastery, no less deciding to carry the wicked torch I've once held for my own purpose."
Who intoned such words were none other than Xehanort. His figure floated with ominous uncertainty in a realm most sacred, this very Keybearer's heart. An imposing and woefully curious eye centered directly upon him. One of those hands held little hesitation in drawing forth the No Name.
"My dark road may have been doomed into an eternal detour, but in return, it looks like I've found something much more promising. To think we were no different once upon a time."
Awaken.
Awaken.
No longer was it a situation of his unconscious mind grasping this seat of power. No, when the Heart gradually stirred from that ancient film of slumber, it would be Sora's waking mind that finds itself slotted into this position. His position left airborne before his steps found themselves placed on the crystallized shimmer of his station. Of all the things that could've stirred him, it had to be the very voice they found triumph against.
In Sora's eyes, a being that should've found himself banished from interfering ever again. Despite the countless, scathing wounds flogged upon the heart, his body holds vigilant as courage is no longer just his armor, he's become one of its living embodiments. Staring up towards the Void beyond, a firm glare would be locked in his impassioned gaze as the enigmatic man succeeded in his newest pilgrimage.
They found each other. The better question is exactly where does this all lead?
"Xehanort." His voice found itself holding neither bite nor bark, instead, a leveled calmness situated as a glowing storm of light finds itself tamed and swimming across his body in the form of an aura. "You truly do have the most nerve I've ever seen." Despite the sleepless nights spent in wondering why this man placed this scale of faith upon him, entrusting him with the very blade that humanity vied countless eras of bloodshed to grasp.
Once the biting vantalight of No Name's presence found itself appearing, it'd immediately face its counter point, the shimmering glory of a cheerful song, a force of hope and goodwill, the Kingdom Key finding it blooming within his grip once again. The weight of such an old friend was a return to normalcy, a soft smile settling upon the warrior's face as he listened in.
"No different? And just what does that mean? That we've both grown up upon those islands? We were both children once? There's a lot of ways you can wire that, but, I know that both of us are human at the end of the day." Sora shoots back, immediately drawing into the comfort of his battle stance. By now even the keyblade shared in his strength, enriching reality itself with its glow, as if the very acidic graces of Darkness struggle in the effort of touching this heart.
"..You've wanted to talk to me for a while, haven't you? That lat time we've spent in Scala never did make any sense to me, all those times you could've attacked me yourself."
#Anon#| Bottle Mail#first off anon I love you for this#secondly MAN did I have to save this one#until I returned to proper form
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Y'know I always been picturing a world I'd want for KH and suddenly it smacked me like a ton of bricks.
One of those 16 bit video game worlds! Not sure from which series exactly, BUT, having that abundance of throwing in those cool action effects from that setting? Having everyone talk in text bubbles would those dramatized expressions? Man I would be eating that the fuck UP in a heartbeat.
KH's manner of always acclimating to that particular realm's structure is such a fun concept. It's why the Timeless river always remained one of the locales close to my heart. I wanna see that animation get a little zany!
#| OOC Musings#Those text boxes can also be a shoutout back to the#Old school Chain of Memories for the gameboy too!#I see the vision
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