✧ lionheart.

             the keyblade in his hand disappears in a  FLASH OF LIGHT .  away, to give way for the smile that stretches across terra’s face. there’s a sort of  pride  behind it ;  ven has gotten better with their practicing.  the master would be happy.  aqua would be happy.   HE’S DOING GREAT.             ❛  ...you want to take a break?  i think we’ve earned it.  ❜       //  @lcstmemory   (  starter call  ) 

i’m going to be over here today, finishing up the overdue drafts and other things i owe. and since my last call is old :   hit that heart for a little starter!   varying length as always.

              the right choice was never obvious ;  he could have made a  mistake  all those years ago, passing on the rite to riku.  he did, in a sense, for the longest time. from what he understood, the keyblade had brought  GRIEF  at first.  a fight between friends where there needed to be none.  a darkness that mirrored the one terra kept within his own heart.  another puppet, for xehanort.  another, and yet...               there was something he could  LEARN  from riku now.  accepting what he had done, turning his own darkness around for the greater good.  working in tandem with it, rather than treating it like a  CURSE.  while riku had made choices much like terra had... they did not stop him.  his friends came first, as did terra’s own.               he remembers the younger boy, now grown, into someone who had done nothing less than save the worlds like sora. who traveled high and low to help his friends and those in need  — -  A KEYBLADE MASTER ,  living up to the title entirely.  the swell of pride blossoms in his chest again.                ❛  you made that possible.  ❜   he smiles the same as riku.  the air feels lighter, at the very least.  tension ebbs away, as does the exhaustion that clings heavily to the edges of limbs.     ❛  even with the odds against you, as they were.  ❜   thank you. 

             he feels near foolish for insinuating that sora did everything  ALONE.  he’s right :  he had the  help  and  trust  of those around him.  from  WORLDS  away,  shining as one,  did they help sora with his journey.  while he might have been alone in the beginning,  there was no doubt he was not now.   no,  sora had the company of everyone.  more than that, the boy himself  GLOWED  with that strength.               ❛  you’re right.  ❜     a smile breaks through, small as it might be.  he sees ven, momentarily, and perhaps that’s why lips curl further, while playful tone leaks into his voice without a second thought.     ❛  i have to say :  you fight like a real master.  ❜

             IT MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN ME.   it might not have been him,  entirely,  but it was  his  body. himself.  a part of him, while the rest lay buried beneath influence that could not be fought for a third time.  no,  if he dwells long enough on the part she speaks of, he can see a blur  — -  dark skies, a crackle of energy in the air around them. not them, no, her.  A HAND TO HER THROAT.               guilt continues to roll around, crashing like  waves  against ribs and heart. a monster near equivalent to the darkness that whispers in his mind :  HE’S JUST AS BAD.  breathing matches hers. it catches, it shakes. his choices weigh  HEAVY  on his shoulders. for one thing stands out that terra cannot shake :               he was supposed to protect them.  he ended up ripping them apart instead.               how much of a struggle it is, turning to look at her. the slightest tip of his head, yet she shines so  STRONG that he must look away.   A STAR OF HER OWN KIND.  A WAYFINDER.   terra swallows rough. barely recognizing that he shakes his head.     ❛  i know.  ❜   but that doesn’t make it any easier.                it takes a moment, pushing thoughts out of his mind. forcing the tension to  ease  itself back to a point where he thinks he won’t run.   SHE IS PATIENT WHERE HE IS TERRIFIED  — -  yet it isn’t the end of their talk.  there’s more, and terra pushes on.  he has to.             for fingers curl up into calloused palms, with a deep breath, in and out. there’s a question to be expected, and it’s one terra must know. it is  PRIORITY  over himself.  over everything that he has been through.   ❛  what happened to you?  to ven?  ❜

             it sounded  FUN  were he to be honest  — -  and he  would  be.  differences rise between this one and those before ;  in comparison, terra would think the struggle tournament to be  REFRESHING.  which is why, when question comes,  he smiles.  nods.  he might as well, after all.  there was no harm in learning more about each world.     ❛  yeah.  what about you  — -  are you going to?  ❜

             ciri voices it like a  CHALLENGE ,  one that terra won’t turn down.  not with this.  oh,  how he  thrums  with  energy  and  excitement ;  the prospect of knowledge.  she disappears and reappears. there than not, and while it will be a  FIGHT  of its own to keep her pace, terra will do his best. coiled and ready to move,  the earth stills while he waits for her move.    ❛  alright. you’re on!  ❜

                       (   he’s just going to fall asleep sitting here.  )

             there are many things she knows that he does not.  this place is  UNFAMILIAR  to him still, on most days, as are the rules of this world.  yet even so,  tola has always been a  BEACON  for information and comfort.  a figure to look up to, to treat as a  friend.  terra thinks of her as a  MASTER  in her own way ;  admirable , in her work and standing.  strong , in emotion and physicality  — -   TERRA TRUSTS HER  — -  which is why he worries.  she hasn’t seemed herself these last days.                hand holds the cup tighter.  he watches the ripples within the cup, rather than look at her.  for he  FEARS  the answer that she might give.  he fears hearing something he does not want to.   ❛  you would tell me if something was wrong... right ?  ❜  

             aqua ,  ever the  SHINING STAR  between them both.  yet this time it isn’t suffocating ;  terra takes the light that she emits and matches it the same.  PURE ,  the way lips tilt into a smile.  HONEST ,  the note of a laugh that follows.  she speaks in a mirrored image of his own plans.   ❛  you’ll do great.  ❜                all the stars that shine above their home  — -  any of them could be in need.  any of them could provide room for growth, and assist the wielders with their owns.  friends, unknown.  experiences, positive  or  negative.  he’s heard stories from eraqus.  TERRA WANTS TO HAVE HIS OWN.    ❛  i’m curious about the  CULTURE   each world has.  ❜