Terra

[so here’s the deal.

number one, i can’t keep up with all the things stressing me out at the moment.  disappearing like i have has just been to try to chill, but it’s actually caused more problems than it solved.

so i’m gonna try baby steps here.  i need to get back into rp, but tumblr moves too fast.  what i’m gonna try is hitting up a friend’s site and easing back into the rhythm. once i can juggle stuff there, i’ll see what i can do here.  but till then it’s just too many stressors for me here; i get backed up or hella interested in one rp over another and my posting speed at the moment is too slow for that kinda bullshit, and it bottlenecks when i get to a point where i’ve ignored one rp for so long i don’t feel okay with responding to another one.

so to anyone i was rping with before i vamoosed, sorry.  to anyone i wanted to rp with and never got the chance, sorry also.  and to anyone i’ve rped with before but i’m going to continue rping with onsite, you know who you are, and shut yer yap.

rest assured that it’s not you, it’s me.  maybe when i can deal with this stuff again we can go for it then!  until that point i’mma be in and out on skype and over here if you wanna hit me up.  /shameless plug

so, i’ll see ya when i see ya.

She had never felt so stressed, and it was only the beginning of the year.

Balancing a few heavy books in her arms very precariously as she wrote down some notes on her planner before shoving them into her satchel, she looked around in the hallways, hoping she’d see a familiar face to chat with a bit. Maybe she’d even see that new, super-attractive freshman with the silvery hai—

Catching the look his way, Terra forced a smile back and offered a slight shake of his head.  It wouldn't be long before the bell, and he could at least be social that long before burying himself in the solid wall of a history lecture.  "It'd be a really bad start to our last year," he added, ignoring the flash of adrenaline that called up.  College pressed on his gut and between his ears from day to day as he tried to think in terms of scholarships, AP classes, his final GPA...

Because there’s always a way ( THE END )

He knelt at the very ends of the earth.

The sandswept emptiness around him was a graveyard all his own.  It dwarfed him, he who had always towered, with unfathomable stretches of space on all sides.  Nothing changed here.  Time had stopped, for him and for so many others whose Keychains clinked in the wind in a morbid symphony.  The links between them slowly rusted, just like the bonds that had existed between them in life.

And he, a fragment of himself that was smaller than a Nobody, weaker than a Heartless, even more ephemeral than an Unversed…he still clung to life with everything that he had.  Bereft of all emotion now, he knew only purpose.

Direction.

The Keyblade that had been his undoing towered over him and he stayed bent under its shadow, waiting with no concept of patience because he had forgotten the experience of time.  This near oblivion could be an instant that passed between the loss of his heart and its restoration, or it could stretch on with no definite beginning and no true end.  He would never know for sure.

He had become eternal.

And yet, the sky at night opened up and showed him stars that mingled into a soothing blue light, cooling his sun-blasted armor like a gentle spell.

The wind sent the dust in playful, swirling patterns and made the graveyard ring with tinkling chains like laughter.

And Terra slept on—divided, but together.

Sora nodded in agreement. So he stepped into the portal and Donald and Goofy followed him into it.

Lifting his head with a clank, he sought out the source of the disturbance.  It was a meaningless effort.  He already knew the only person who would dare set foot in this place, the only person whose steps could wake him from his oblivion.

"Xeha...nort."

It was amazing how, even bereft of lips and tongue, that name could still taste of hatred.

He shifted his weight to one armored knee, then the other, forcing himself up like a stone guardian cracking free of its place.  He felt atrophied, for a few horrible moments.  As if any sudden gust of wind or rain might shatter him into the same dust that blew through the graveyard unceasingly.  But then he drew his Keyblade from its place in the ground, and he felt...light.  Powerful.

Like he could do anything he set his will to.

So the stranger's appearance made no sense to him.  It wasn't Xehanort...was it?  That presence felt familiar, like...

It isn't him.

Not only that, he recognized that light--that potential.  But it was wrong.  "You aren't..."  Speech was still extraordinarily difficult, but then again he'd had no reason to try it for--eternity, perhaps. "I did not choose you."