Ninthnocturne

 -= Ninthnocturne =-

A friendly independent rp blog for Demyx/Myde from Kingdom hearts. 18+ Multiship/multiverse. Activity varies. Composed by Kitty. Promo image by the lovely @gravitasfatum

                                     “ In that shoreless ocean,        at thy silently listening smile my songs would swell in melodies,                                        free as waves, free from all bondage of words. “ 

SAIL AWAY BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE

❝ continued from here ❞

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

It wasn’t that Kairi was a bad student, her report cards from school had never been below a B but… they stared at the Keyblade in front of em. School was school. It was rigid, ey always knew what would happen after the first day. Or, at most, the first week. Training? Magic had a mind of its own sometimes.

Merlin wasn’t a bad teacher, it was just… Fae sighed. Kairi could cast a Thundaga easy. Same with almost any elemental spell, for that all she had to do was follow Sora’s lead. A bit harder now that they weren’t a part of his Heart but they’d always kept Sora close.

Ey blinked as someone else approached. She furrowed her eyebrows, lowering her Keyblade. “It would…? Then, I guess I should take a break, huh?” A small laugh escaped her as ey unsummoned their Keyblade. She vaguely remembered him, he’d been a part of the Organisation, right?

By the sounds of it, he was the cause for all that music.

Though faer time kidnapped in that castle was short, she recalled the strumming of a sitar. It had been comforting back then, even if fae knew that same person had done nothing abut their kidnapping.

“Huh? Oh, no, no! Merlin’s great, really—it’s just… I wanted to expand my horizons a little, y’know? Not doing a very good job of it though. But! Thanks for the heads up, any more tips you could give me?”

For those whom it does not come naturally to

"I can cast it! Just give me a minute!"

"Why can't I do this? Why can't I do this?!"

"It shouldn't be this hard! Everyone else seems to find it easy enough..."

"All I wanted was to be a wizard, and now..?"

"Maybe I'm not cut out for magic."

"Everyone's blasting off spells left and right and I can barely cast fireball."

"Every movement is perfect, why isn't it working!"

"The Gods hate me."

"All that study, all that time... for nothing."

"Ow! Goddamnit! I burnt my fingertips again."

"Don't backfire please don't backfire please..."

"I've got this, I can do this, it's not going to hurt this time -"

"Am I getting the evocation wrong? Am I saying it badly?"

"I just don't know why it doesn't work."

"Every single time I do this it blows up in my face."

"Indocrinus - wait no that's not right -"

"I can feel the power coursing through me, then it just... fizzles out."

"The magic feels... wrong. To me."

"There are easier ways I could do this, but I want to do it right."

"I feel the pull of the dark magics. The ones that are... easy."

"Why is it so bad to use the shadows? They want me to use them."

"Magic won't obey me. I cannot force it to. Yet there is another..."

"Dark magic this, evil magic that. Its all magic, isn't it?"

"After all, why shouldn't I?"

"You can tell me it's bad all day but it's magic I can do!"

"I know I can control it, I know I can..."

"Just... help me. Please? I want to be good at this."

Exhaustion starters!! because i'm so tired man. im so tired. i slept 12 hours and im still so tired.

"You can barely stand any more."

"You're wobbling on your feet."

"When's the last time you rested?"

"Hey - come on - let me help you to bed."

"I got you a blanket."

"No - stop complaining - you're laying down."

"You're going to destroy yourself at this rate."

"You have to rest sometimes."

"I want you to feel better."

"If you feel like everyone hates you, you need to sleep."

"Okay, you're... not making any sense. Go to bed."

"Sleep isn't a failure."

"Rest is important."

"Shut up. Go to bed."

"The nightmares are... really bad..."

"I don't know when I last slept..."

"I'm gonna... elephant the beam... 'n I'm... uh..."

"I texted my friend "spu auash guahg." what does that mean?"

"If I'm going to bed then you... you... uh..."

"... will you stay with me tonight?"

"It's cold..."

"I wanna, um.. I just... bit longer..."

"Just getting a glass of water."

"Nooo I don't need t'sleep..."

"M'fine. It's... is fine. I'm..."

"I've never been so tired in my whole life."

"I've been laying here for hours and I can't sleep."

"I want to cry. I hate this."

"There's nothing left in me."

ADJUST AS NEEDED!

        Get   in,   patched   up,   get—

All   thought   stuttered   to   a   halt   at   the   cry   of   an   achingly   familiar   voice.   Pain   muffled   sound,   mind   struggling   to   break   through.   An   illusion,   surely,   brought   on   by   trauma    &    a   severe   lack   of   sleep.   A   days-long   mission,   fighting   without   end,   coupled   with   the   present   damage   no   doubt   a   trigger.   A   means   to   conjure   past   ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍs.   Head   leaden,   the   Guardian   struggled   to   pinpoint   the   true   source.   Emerald   hues   danced   across   a   blur   of   frantic   blond,   swiftly   approaching.   Each   step   drew   the   figure   into   focus,   surprise   piercing   through   the   fog.

Once the worst of the injuries were closed he patched up and wrapped any of the remaining injuries with bandages and closed his eyes. Making small noises he used precise bursts of sound to check for broken or cracked bones. Frowning a little when he realized the other had a couple cracked ribs.

ᴀ   ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ   ᴜɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇ   —   though   far   from   unfamiliar   —   predicament   had   once   more   befallen   the   former   assassin.   After   yet   another   graceless   fall   through   the   gaping   maw   of   a   dark   corridor,   Axel   found   himself   more   than   a   little   worse   for   wear.   A   bruise   or   scrape   here    &    there   was   one   matter.   A   profusely   bleeding   limb    &    no   doubt   several   broken   bones.ᐣ   That   was   a   different   situation   entirely.   Merlin’s   endless   tirade   of   warnings   blared   in   his   battle-worn   mind:   Do   not   overestimate   your   abilities.   It   is   not   cowardly   to   retreat,   but   rather   strategic.   And   —   most   prominent   of   all   —   do   not   use   the   dark   corridors.   The   ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ   ᴏғ   ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss   no   longer   disregarded   him   as   a   potential   meal,   shadows   now   refused   to   bend   to   his   whims.           —   And   did   Axel   listen.ᐣ   Of   course   not. Confidence   bordered   on   ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴄᴇ,   such   would   be   his   inevitable   downfall.   However,   bleeding   out   on   the   vacant   streets   of   Radiant   Garden   at   unholy   hours   of   the   evening   was   not   the   way   he   intended   to   go.   Thus   he   continued   to   drag   his   crippled   body   across   the   cobblestone.   Each   step   a   burden   all   its   own,   a   pronounced   limp   jostling   his   shattered   bones.   A   trail   of   ichor   dripped   in   his   wake,   marking   his   slow   journey   through   the   quiet   town.   All   which   pierced   the   silence   were   the   babbles   of   ever-flowing   fountains    &    his   own   ragged   breaths.   Buildings   loomed   overhead,   homes    &    businesses   shuttered    &    windows   blackened   in   the   late   hours.   Every   sensible   soul   was   tucked   safely   away   in   bed,   loved   ones   by   their   side.   Still   he   trekked   on,   vision   flitting   about   in   search   of   a   welcoming   light.   Surely   someone   remained   awake   that   could   patch   his   wounds,   haphazardly   would   suffice.   His   own   potion   supply   had   long   since   run   dry,   without   which   he   never   would   have   made   it   home.

He didn't lie to himself and blame the insomnia he was having on anything other than the real source. His unending loneliness in the wake of the war. Hundreds of years of bad memories and experiences had turned his own dreams to night terrors, ironic for the summon of dreams and music to suffer from it. But his job has always been making sure other people slept well it didn't extend to himself. And being alone when he wasn't used to it just made matters worse.

Do not use Discord to host your files. Do not rely on Discord to preserve your text. DO NOT RELY ON DISCORD FOR ANY KIND OF PRESERVATION OR HOSTING!!

It CAN be lost, it WILL be lost! You must consider Discord as a part of the Core Internet, controlled by one company that hosts the servers.

I thought it was impressive at first that it replaced IRC, but now I am horrified. If the company behind Discord went under today, how many friends would you lose?

How many relationships? How much writing?

You may think this won't happen, but I remember when AIM went down and along with it, entire novels worth of interaction with my oldest friend.

IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU. IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN. NO COMPANY IS INFALLIBLE.