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what do you mean my last post was 6 months ago you're lying
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ㅤㅤㅤwhisked from the idyllic beaches of sora's heart; this space is reserved for him / for them, an echo chamber. oath does not want to tear him open today, even through the roiling wrath festering in hollow chest. he's already intimately familiar with what rotting looks like. they should have been a mirror of roxas. should be roxas. he stares down the hooded image of himself. a mind fractured. not even roxas could be relied upon to pull together his selfhood.
ㅤㅤㅤthis roxas is bright in every way except for the eyes. stormy blues, abyssal where proof of a heart should have reflected. when he speaks, it is as if he talks to a tombstone: " what do you want now? why are you even here? "ㅤ\ surprise starter for @lightdive ♡
" shouldn't i be asking you that? " there's a skeletal giggle that passes his lips. legs dangle over the edge of his / their apparent heart, gloved fingertips meet glass, and he leans backwards to gaze at the upside down picture of an oathkeeper. thorns peak beyond the hood and roxas is watched with their bright blues. oblivion appears uncharacteristically cordial, empty of hatred and venom, but their words always threaten to break the illusion. " why are you here? "
a drawing of roxas because he is my favorite from kh

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God is fucking with my oblivion. If he wants forgiveness, he shouldn't have given us memory.
— Vi Khi Nao, from Fish in Exile
See-through
Sylvia Plath // D. Antoinette Foy
ㅤㅤㅤ" ... you're nervous. " it's an observation more than an affront. kairi draws the strawberry bar away from her mouth, not wanting to dig in if her company wasn't biting first. " it's just me, roxas. is there something on your mind? " ㅤ\ ♡ @lightdive.
" huh...? " and for a moment the tumultuous storm of still-foreign thoughts and emotions cease. the blue in his hands softens and begins the process of melting. suddenly he doesn't seem to be in the mood for ice cream. mind begrudgingly reconnects to body, to this vessel that will never feel quite like his. " it's. . just been a little overwhelming lately. that's all, i'll be okay. "
something extremely funny about this

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two seconds from opening csp and drawing roxi for the first time in years bc theres such a specific image in my head dear god help me
Rebel boy Roxy 🖤🤜
hi. oblivrox being sououoooou monstrous and nonhuman but there's a still a crooked crown embedded into his head. blood/darkness/light (?) running down his face. do u see my vision
despite everything, it's still you.
↪ the sky breathes life, love to everything ( there's still a path that lies ahead for you and i ).ㅤ♡ㅤ\ㅤ@lightdive.
ㅤㅤㅤa / light, artificial. there are those it cannot touch, and those who refuse to reach. you have chosen to lie in the grave you made, and it is the easiest choice you have made in your short existence. all it would take is the will of the living, to embrace the beating strong heart waiting to be freed in ribcages. how many more times will you choose inhumation? prove them wrong. lament, and then become. you are more than a harbinger of death ( but you will regret any other defining core of who you are ).
ㅤㅤㅤsilent tears fall from your ( our? ) eyes, sobs restrained in shaky breaths. it is true, you have been through much with lifetimes and deaths in your very existence. you always return here to the end, never a beginning. but there are kinder epilogues or hopeful prologues that could begin with you if you dared. ( i, begin again. )
ㅤㅤㅤand oath mourns for you, cascading sorrow in his eyes. you have been dead a long time, but he is a ghost that refuses to leave his side. perhaps he has never existed at all. the oblivious sunsets and taste of seasalt are long forgotten in the muck of your suffering / the suffering wrought by your hands, and you can rot in this grave for all the world cares. no one would miss you / you were never meant to exist.
ㅤㅤㅤbut of course he knows what you're thinking. you think you can get away with choosing to fade away, but he is not kind enough to leave you into the oblivion you must sink into. upturns the dust of your own making, digs you out of your casket with his own rawfingers. he has the audacity to be grieving your murder ( and he is, he is, please believe him ), but you are cold and hollow and bitter. why is he still here for you?
ㅤㅤㅤhe looks at you with sympathy without those eyes of contempt. it is the bravest he will ever be, cowardice buried for this moment of reconciliation. with what little power he has left, maybe he can save something else.
ㅤㅤㅤ" you can stop now. " whispered a gentle plea for you ( us ), should you choose to heed it. pale fingers reach out, touch entwined with stars and feathers but they are falling fast, piercing the stained glass of this false heart. once, he had been the cause of it, had been your executioner and tormentor. once, you had both taken sadistic joy in a destruction that could be freely expressed. injuries inflicted / words biting / scars shaped and sculpted until you are every bit as ugly as you are inside.
ㅤㅤㅤbut for once, as you fall, oath catches you, and its touch is foreign and alien and not unkind. you tense under the touch, and still, they hold ( hold on ) to your shoulders and its pools of darkness.
ㅤㅤㅤ" is this really the ending you want? roxas. " it is the first time he's acknowledged your true name. " they're all waiting for you out there. you can be free of this. we don't have to keep hurting each other. we don't have to lock ourselves in this cycle because you're more than that. " and the confession has hurt more than any harm you could ever cause to one another. the terrifying reality that maybe, maybe, just maybe, the sun would welcome you under its shine again and you would bask in it. that despite every trial, every unexisting lifetime, every punishing hand dealt, it is still you. the flawed, small, and beating heart of you. you are afraid not of death, but the waking call that you are ready to live again.
ㅤㅤㅤthe emergence of a winged keyblade, the foundation of a promise made to go to the beach. a light from its end, pointed to where oblivion's heart should be. axel and xion are out there, waiting for you, and you have to leave this all behind. you will carry the hurting, the fracturing, the devastation with you as the oblivion twin. but most of all, you are the one who will shine bright and brief as the setting sun.
ㅤㅤㅤhe spares you one last cruelty: a smile, bittersweet. innocence left behind to make way for an existence that has always been the bold and fierce you. it could even be said that he's proud of you. didn't you know, star child? the world has always been waiting for you to rise. " roxas. we deserve love, too. "
" i wouldn't hesitate to smile while you suffocate and die. " :3c ?
trust my voice inside your head, take me with you instead. || @13nth
how long has it been since he deigned to visit you? to grace you with his too bright presence in the folds of your heart? days, months, years? it's a blur, really; after all, time doesn't exist here, just like you. your back is turned to him, and crown perks at hearing a voice. a voice that sounds eerily like yours, but something is different about his. more full of hope? less weighed down by the chains of despair? perhaps it has indeed been a beat too long and a reminder is in order.
" did you return just to torment me? "
a hollow, amused smile tugs at lips and you brace yourself to face the sun. for the moon to blot out the sun in this eclipse.
a brief wince and squinting as you adjust to the blinding white of his light. ( his, it isn't and will never be yours. ) yet your darkness aches and yearns to feel its warmth all the same, and all you can do is swallow it whole and leave nothing left.
" we are the same, you know, "
a gloved hand raises and you embrace the sun as yours, to feel its benevolent rays on your skin. your hand sets upon his throat, gentle at first. and you breathe. taking in this moment for as long as you can get away with. even if its a facsimile, there's something heartachingly comforting in it all the same.
" your wants are mine. "
your other hand joins its twin and fingers coil. thumbs press into a jugular, grasp tightens on flesh, pushing on him with everything you have until his back meets the fractured glass beneath you. a budding desire to lift his head and smash it against the crimson below, to shatter it further, to add to the red with some of his / your own.
the smile remains, as he said it would. but you don't notice how it fades, or the tears pricking your eyelashes, even as they fall onto his cheeks. it tightens further, and you don't recognize the sobs wracking your body as yours.

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that one trend but with roxas kingdom hearts :)
do i need to fucking remind you