puppets / memory

Despite everything, Mica’s still a God, and a damn altruistic one at that. There’s nothing he wants more than to bring his poor little lost lambs back to his flock. And that’s why, perhaps, he often finds himself gravitating toward people who seem broken in some way.

“It’s pretty hard to frighten me, miss,” he answers after a beat. “What’s the matter? Can I help?”

Oh— that’s not what she was expecting ( then again, she’s not completely sure what she was expecting, but an offer of help is one that she thinks that she wouldn’t have predicted regardless ). It leaves her just a bit speechless, a hint of blue eyes peering up for a brief moment before darting back away; mulling over what to say.

     it didn’t help that the other girl had nothing but that all-black cloak on, but to see that she had pulled her hood over her eyes to hide her face made it even harder to tell what it was that had upset her. aqua had only pulled her keyblade out to use in case she needed to use it. it was night time and hard to see in the dark. the time she had spent in the realm of darkness did not help much for the added fear the lack of light held, remembering the swarms of heartless and occasional darkside that would appear and attack her with no warning. it still made her heart race just thinking about it.

shaking her head to ward off the negative headspace beginning to cloud her mind, the tall woman glanced at her weapon before making it vanish, taking another step towards the stranger, hand outstretched.

“is there a reason you’re hiding from me?”

She tenses, but does not move back when the other moves forward ( she is used to feeling many things— thinking she feels an echo of something— but cagey is a sensation she is used to feeling, and yet, not ). Relax, she tells herself, don’t be so suspicious; something that is easier now that the blade is away.

He feels familiar, in a sense— perhaps, it is in the spiky styling of his hair that reminds her of Sora, or the vaguely paler shades of blond that reminds her of Roxas ( if it is something else entirely, she does not question it; there are very few things that can bring her any comfort here, she is not quite yet willing to break that illusion yet ).

For as unfamiliar as this place was to her, there was one constant that, without fail, seemed to bring her some comfort, some sense of ease— the beach, the waters, the sand. They were never her memories, never her interest originally, but she would like to think that her liking them was something of her own will ( was anything really ever of her own will, puppet? )

She is so easy to frighten some days, shying away from even a spare look in her direction; Xion has a hard time warming up to people some days ( one might’ve told her in the past that such was impossible ). Girl, not girl, but puppet, simply imitating the emotions she lacked— that’s what they were always told, wasn’t it Though her past was full of shaky distrust, that might be the one thing that remained true.

Perhaps she blends in with the shadows, black cloak and all– if so, then he seems to be born of the darkness ( and just that thought is something menacing of itself, perhaps, that is something close to feeling ‘fear’ ). Despite that, she remains calm when she feels a gaze on her, eyes just barely peering up from underneath her hood.

He is loud. Sharp. A certain kind of temperamental that shakes her to the core and almost certainly would leave her in tears— almost, because it reminds her of home, a friend so volatile, so explosive that it almost scares her, something that is both frightening and assuring all the same. And, she is not scared, as rough around the edges he may be; ah, is it pathetic for her to not feel so? ( But you are not real, she reminds herself. You don’t feel a thing ).

Why do you have that? That is the question she wants to ask when she spots the weapon– keyblade– from afar. Would you have mocked mine too? 

( Sham. She is a shame, a fake, deserves nothing— she has and always will be nothing, won’t she )

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