#axelflamey

The boys face immediately flushed to a bright red.

‘ I’m delicious..???? I mean, Vani has said before that I smelt sweet- I dunno if he meant my blood or if he meant my actual scent– ‘

‘ BUT THATS NOT THE POINT – I AM SO DETERMINED TO FIND THIS EPHEMERA AND BECOME FRIENDS

I LIKE THEIR NAME - ‘

SEND ME ‘☾’ FOR AN AESTHETIC OF OUR MUSES

you are B U R N I N G  F I R E

                     I am F R O Z E N to T O U C H

It was hot as hell and Limey was sure she was sweating every drop of moisture from under clothing, even with her leather jacket having been shed and hanging under her arm. But for some reason a good corner of the sky was filled with thick black clouds. 

A storm was on it’s way for sure.

Biting her lip, she glanced away from the oncoming weather and checked the address scribbled down on the paper slip. Something was wrong with Axel, according to his secretary - he’d vanished into this seaside town about a week ago, and no-one had heard from him since. The town was unfamiliar to the halfa, but after some poking folks for directions she found the apartment she was looking for. Finding the red dragon’s name written on the list of residents, she gulped down air (which seemed too solid to be a gas) and hit the buzzer.

Send me a ✏️ and I’ll draw your muse. | (4/9)

S o r a stared at Lea with intentions of hurting the redhead. He was not at all, himself. He was hurt, he was in pain, most importantly, he was heartless and empty. He no longer felt the light, nor did he feel the need to ever go back.

" Have you ever just, wanted to hurt someone just because you could? Or to release stress and anger? All the pent up emotions you had? Because that's been me for a few years now. I knew not to do it, because I had to be the better person for everyone, but I was done playing the hero. I was done walking in the path of light, I realized it wasn't for me- no. Not at all. I'm so much better and happier now that I'm not in that horrid path. I lost my keyblade, but I got a better weapon. " Sora said in a venomous tone. He words dripped in anger, hurt, rage and sadness. It was soaking in hatred, just like his heart.

Sora held out his hand, and summoned a mock of the keyblade, but it was black and purplish black smoke surrounded the keyblade entirely. He gripped it tight and stared at Lea with his blue hues.