希望

   his eyes don’t gloss the way they used to.  they do flicker,  break away from the ones akin to his and look at nothing.  at least that’s what he calls staring at his hands,  the ones he stretched once and came back holding nothing.  in other words,  not her.  he misses being with her———  he misses being.  and knowing riku implies he could relate gnaws at his nerves.

   ‘   i ․ ․ ․   ’   hope trusts him.  he does.  but he doesn’t trust himself to speak, not now,  so he just glances up,  and doesn’t miss a beat when he nods,  features softening in the comfort.   ‘   i appreciate it,  you know.   ’   

❝  hey, sooo … what does all this do?  ❞   /  @estaim

   maybe so.

   and years ago,  he would have considered it.  decades,  even listened.  hope doesn’t pride himself in being transparent,  but the wind whistling around serves only to lull him further,  farther,  behind her.  the steps digging don’t follow a rhythm,  but they’re consistent enough for the pattern to daze him.  even then,  the precision of her perception is as comforting as it is unsettling,  and his hands don’t know how to take it without fidgeting. 

[ 💖 | @estaim ]

     ❛ THEY’RE CALLED HEARTLESS. ❜ it was an explanation that she was getting used to, though she wished she didn’t have to. explaining how they could take people’s hearts and turn them into heartless never got her a good REACTION out of anyone. on this world, however, where there were already so many things that someone could end up in a fight with, it was a good way to make a distinction. 

     ❛ it’s part of my training to go to different places––––.❜ at least, she’d managed to stop tripping up and ACCIDENTALLY say worlds, now, ❛ and help them deal with the heartless there. ❜ 

     it was the simplest explanation without diving into talking about xehanort and the war and the princesses of heart, and it did her well until she had a need to EXPLAIN anything else.

   heartless ․ ․ ․  it’s the name that unsettles him,  not so much the bright yellow eyes or clumsy combat.  hope listens intently,  twirls the airwing here and there,  wonders what kind of places she visits.   ‘   what are you training for ?   ’   he supposes it’s not  prying  if she’s willing to talk about it,  but he does attempt to hold back on the inquiries.  at least until he’s sure she’s fine with him asking.

                                ❛    o - oh,   i’m sorry …   it’s just –   you looked like you could use a bit of help!   ❜          

*   @estaim     /          starter call .

“  like the outfit ?  ”  he’s wearing circle sunglasses and a button up floral shirt that makes him look like a mafia member.  “  i’m undercover.  ”  no he’s not.   /  @estaim​

      ACT FIRST, THINK LATER. The puppet didn’t even think twice before jumping to his rescue. She knows how dangerous the Heartless can be, she didn’t want him to die or lose his heart. Even as a nobody, she cares about real people. ❝ I’m Xion. What about you? ❞ She shyly scratches the back of her head as she wiggles on her feet; hoping that the stranger isn’t too mad at her for interfering with his private business. ❝  What is that? It looks so cool! ❞ Xion suddenly shouts as she notices his strange weapon; pointing at it like a child. She doesn’t know what it is but she can’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. It looks so freaking dope!