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Teeth buried in the bandages twined around her forearm, Xion paused. The forest sang, in bird song in the trees, frogs in the creek, and crickets in the bushes. A chorus muted by the soft brush of wind and the babble of the brook. Her gaze swept the forest floor, the tangled thorns and vines, the sturdy oak trees. Xion bit down.

Blood stained her teeth as she dragged the bandages from her broken skin, her fingers work to peel, and scrape away the gauze. The wound, seeped, a dozen puncture wounds, torn into sinew, in the shape of a maw. Xion rested her hand in her lap and sighed, pushing her fingers through her hair.

It made no sound, no whisper, no snap of twig beneath foot, but in a world that sang of magic the one who approached was: the staccato, the harmony, and the melody, all at once. She pressed to her feet, blood trailing down her arm, as Dawn Breaker came to her hand.

too late i do what i want :)))

@asteraex replied :

i love this and definitely am inclined to agree, even if canon has something to say about it. canon can square up over this one. he definitely has a fondness for roxas and xion, but xion seems a bit more... quick-witted, to be blunt. roxas doesn't quite give as much in his earlier days in the organization, and by time he's at all receptive it's certainly too late to really impart any true wisdom onto him.

Night fell and the air cooled. The molten lights of the streetlamps and castle windows chased off most the stars. The thin whisps of gray clouds, which slunk across the face of the moon, hid the rest. Xion sat on the roof, heel braced against the shingles and laid back, arm hooked behind her head.

Radiant Gardens wasn't home. It was a room, in a castle Xion didn't belong in, around people she didn't connect to. It was a place to live. A place to stay. Not that 'home' was anything more than a nebulous concept to her.

She glanced-up as Roxas joined her on the room, climbing his way up from the open window and towards. It's easier with him here, Xion thought, as she sat-up. At least someone else got it.

With all three options exhausted the norts settled for Xion as the 13th Vessel. 

 If I had to guess, for whatever reason, the Organization wanted the 13th member to be, once again, a keyblade wielder. (Because that worked out so great the first time). Of which, in the DDD era, was at a premium. (I mean, after Sora you also had Mickey and Kairi, neither an ideal candidate). It kind of makes sense why they’d resort all the way down to Xion. I mean God at least she was something. 

But what this means for my portrayal of Xion, and potential plots with her, is that at some point she’d be on the list. She’s a keyblade wielder on par with Roxas and Sora. The norts, even with the memory wipe, would be aware of her. If they can brainwash Sora it stands to reason they could do the same to Xion. 

Xigbar knew he certainly wasn’t the most trusted amongst those that had outlived that whole “Ridiculous-Crazy-Xehanort-Darkness-Thingy,” but he’d wiggled himself in proper enough with evidence of his "true" alliance, and every so often, he’d catch sight of someone familiar, and manage to engage them in conversation.

Didn’t matter to him if they did that whole averting-eyes-and-keeping-the-head-down deal, of course. It had never mattered to him before---why would he care now?

And somehow he’d managed to snare Xion into a chat---little Poppet, all grown up, decked out in garb other than that old dusty Coat, and actually sporting a smile or two… sort of. Admittedly, despite Xigbar’s continuous detachment from most of the other Org folk he'd had to tolerate, he’d actually had a bit of a soft spot for her---if it could be counted as “soft,” really. It was more like… if he was like a brick, and that brick had a slight chip in it, but then the chip got filled in with cement, but there’s that slight separation? Like, maybe a crack in-between the brick and the cement? Definitely there, but very, very tiny?

Yeah, that makes sense.

“So, now that you’re as free as a lil chickadee, what’s on the agenda? I’m sure ya got a lot to catch up on---stuff to see, fun to be had. You are a kid, after all.”