Lunatic

{ ☽ } Almost daily visits were made by the once weapon to the lab in Radiant Garden. Since the war, it was the place most likely that his Master was going to reappear as it was where he’d lost his heart originally. Everyone else had woken up there he’d been told, so the blue haired teen had become quite the frequent visitor. Sometimes he helped out with things if he could, but he wasn’t exactly knowledgeable when it came to technology. He hadn’t been around for too long, approximately ten years. His knowledge was limited as to what had been within the World That Never Was but he wanted to learn more.

{ ☽ } After the Keyblade War, Eclipse hadn’t been too terribly certain what to do with himself. Upon looking into it, his Master hadn’t been recompleted yet. While he was more than welcome among the Lights — give or take the initial shock at learning just where he came from — he did spend some time with them... but it didn’t feel like he belonged there. Not really. Maybe that feeling would change when Saïx— no, his real name was Isa right?— came back. For the time being he was content being by himself.

Waiting and waiting.

Perhaps all the pieces simply weren’t in place for Isa to come back. You had to destroy the Nobody and the Heartless, right? That must have been what was keeping him.

{ ☽ } Saïx knew the end had been near, that he wouldn't survive the war. As such he was worried about a certain someone's existence, as they were tied to his weapon. If he were recompleted, the fate of it was up in the air and he wanted to save Eclipse if he could. He'd gone to Vexen requesting a replica, and managed to transfer his heart from the weapon into one before it was too late.

With ice creams now in hand, Kai is soon pulling Eclipse in tow with her as she attempts to navigate them through unfamiliar ( yet oh so familiar ) territory. Following blinded guesses, she soon finds the both of them standing before the clock tower, “ Up there ! ” she states proudly, while pointing upwards with one finger, “ We’ll climb up and go sit on the edge of the clock tower. ” just like they use too. 

“ Sea … salt … ice cream? ” As the words come out in broken pieces, there’s soon a nostalgic-like sensation that takes over her. A fondness for missing fragments — setting suns, joyful laughter to fill its darkening void, the taste of something bitter, and yet sweet. There’s an urge within that wants to repeat these actions once more ; to relive the memory. “ —– okay ! Let’s go get some ice cream … I think I also have the perfect place for us to eat it too. ”