Hold ones cards

The last two nights I’ve kept dreaming about this boy. Him being in the organization and realizing his heart is returning. But his thoughts aren’t rejoiceful. No, it’s problematic. He can’t have a heart and be in the organization. He’d have no use for them then, no reason to be amongst the nobodies. His investigation would be at risk.

Finally, he’s released. Gaze torn by the tilt of his head to the floor, blinking over stinging eyes. 

@invertxgo​ said:He doesn't say anything when he twists the chain of Luxord's coat around his hand. It's not until he's yanked him down to eye level that he grins, "Hey, Sailor." One would almost think that he was going for a kiss. One would be wrong. He's here to bite Luxord's neck.

Of course he thought their lips would meet. The invitation was there, plainly written across Xigbar’s face as he pulled their heights closer. Much to his surprise, he’s not gifted with a tender kiss, but a sharp claiming bite to tender skin.

@teardownheaven​ said: "Do you even have room for another tattoo?”

Xemnas paused to consider this, or at least gave the appearance of doing so.

“Xigbar has proved loyal thus far.”  Those words left a bitter taste.  He had no doubt that Xigbar had been loyal to something through all of this, but that loyalty was certainly not to him.  And if he was keeping this to himself at such a crucial juncture, it could well be a clue to where his allegiance it truly lay. 

“Continue to follow those orders.  And should this search come to anything, report your findings directly to me.”

He would rather rot than follow such orders. But rotting took decades, which Luxord held a surplus of. He trained his eyes to not roll at Xemnas’ words. Plenty of practice came to him. He learned how to hold a pretty and straight face to any authoritative figure.

Letters | @sinnhelmingr​ - A farewell

Dearest Hel,

     I have to let you go. Something precious tethers us together. Something that should have frayed and snapped. Whenever I stray I feel the taut pull that returns me to a sound and familiar place.

     There is no room for such pleasantries anymore. I can’t allow myself to sink into the warm comfort and wonders of your importance to me. It wards me from the necessary risks I must take. The scapegoat waits for the sacrificial blade and a means to an end.

     When the water takes me again, don’t hold my hand. I’ll drown you too.

Formally yours,

A very good question.  Xigbar had always known more than he cared to let on.  All the time that he was talking and saying nothing, he was listening and observing with a keener eye than most.  And he loved nothing more than to worry at all those lose threads he found until the whole came unravelled.  Who could say what his investigations over these years had turned up that he had kept to himself?

“The most probable explanation is that he did not consider it of significance until this point.”

There was still the strong possibility that this was an irrelevance.  A last desperate ploy as time grew short, or an outright fabrication.  A distraction.  But to what end? 

“Probable, but leads to many more questions.” None that Xemnas could or would answer, even if he were aware. Xigbar eluded them all in his motives. Luxord planned to return the favor.