#dvngrs

      unsettling, irrational, morbid, even.

      it catches the brunette off guard, forces sea-like hues to widen, lips stained by cherry parting little ways.

      what…could you say ? what could you do…to aid somebody having such thoughts ?somebody. saying that word within correlation of his former empty shell was foreign even to his open & pure mind. it would take some time.

“ roxas… ”

      undeniable concern is laced within a soft, welcoming voice, almost as if it was reaching out, trying to comfort the boy in ways other than words. though a sky-struck boy could only do things one step at a time. ( —— though pushing oneself at a time needed, never went wrong. )

      being able to help. that was what the islander famed himself most on. it wasn’t often he was met with a cold & full wall, sturdy ; unbreakable.

      there had to be reason. reason to ask such a thing, feel it tugging at your heart. ( — sora had to get used to that too. ) but part of him knew, though. knew why his other was feeling such a thing. he felt it too, prior of course, but he felt it.       he felt those sorrowful goodbyes, those sunset creams, those smiles of joy & tears of grief, tears of utter sadness that tore you apart inside. all the while you believed there was something wrong with you. something that didn’t make sense because you couldn’t feel, you couldn’t say goodbye, you couldn’t smile and you couldn’t cry. 

      you couldn’t just be.       ( —— but you could and that was what made you hurt so bad. )      no wonder he had such thoughts.

      sora considered himself thankful for more than a minute. he was thankful to have a heart to call his own…even if it was shared. thankful to know that deep down somebody would help him if something went wrong ; and they did. 

      & that’s when a thought clicked. that’s when azure hues, still full of concern, had exploded with star-like galaxies. he knew how to help. he knew what to usher. he knew what to do & it overtakes him in a whirlwind of somewhat foreign affection.       hands, hands merge together and he embraces a pair much like his own. and it was comforting. it was warm. it was pure & it was essential ; held in front of the two.

“ i…i don’t know what happens. i don’t think i’ll ever know. but we don’t have to know, roxas. you don’t need to worry about that anymore. ” 

      concern mixed with a heavy tone of comfort is laced within those very words, and a gaze that was once wide as oceans has now softened to rock pools, meeting an almost identical one in shade, no hesitation induced or with held. 

      “ listen. i can’t say that things won’t be hard…that things won’t be broken. but i won’t leave you, roxas. i won’t let you go through anything alone. ” 

      a tightened grip, maybe, a press of his lips together in a line as he thinks. assorts heartfelt, sincere words together. a quick, gentle tug forward as his own arms begin to fold on themselves from their closeness. 

      “ nothing is forever…but. they way that we are is. as long as i’m here with you, and you’re here with me,  i know we’ll be okay. ” 

      charismatic is the smile that softens his expression, but oh, he’s crying again, and oh, he doesn’t know what for but maybe he’s used to it by now. maybe he wants roxas to understand that yes, he can feel those sunset creams & missed train announcements, rails creaking under his skin as a brittle & constant memoir much like sketched colors inclining repressed shackles.       but those shackles are free and those shackles are broken and sora is inching closer until arms are wrapped around shoulders as wide as his own and he loves the innocent, intimate action but god does this one tear him apart.  

      ( —— tears are falling, cascading, not rapid yet flowing.  ) 

      bridge of a sun-kissed nose is pressed against fair & comforting canvas of skin as light seems to protrude from every fiber of a successor of light’s being, expanding, expanding, chest growing tight as one’s heart finally plucks up that much needed courage to just…breathe. 

      this was right. he needed this. they both needed this. 

      voice as gentle & as faded as the not-so there breeze, syllables still laced with upmost concern and comfort ; a sigh of relief because wow he was hugging his other and he hopes he feels his heart too. 

@dvngrs / ❋ / plotting guide / ❋ / ACC.

                                               ❋ * ˚ || ROXAS.

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | by now I think it’s pretty obvious I’m a interaction-across-multiple-verses loving binch,

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker  (they… kind of already are in canon in a way I suppose?) | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

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                                               ❋ * ˚ || LINK.

Do I know your muse(s): I’ve not played TP yet, but I do know other iterations!!! | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | I love me some green boy in any verse

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker  | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime helping princesses | enemies (??????) | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

roxas gets w/e he wants he’ll just take it

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you know what, the other rox has a point

SADCANONS.

Cyrus’ Houndoom is the equivalent of Pokemon Hachiko. Consider with me in a scenario where Cyrus leaves the DW. His pokemon are confiscated and released.

Utterly devoted, the dog pokemon awaits his master’s return to his apartment in Veilstone. Onlookers gripe about the giant hellhound whining in the complex hallway, nose shoved mournfully to the door of a room that will never again open. Again and again he whines, only going to hunt city rattata in the early morning before resuming his post.

Eventually, he is chased out and left to wait outside the building itself. But never does he leave that structure--- always hoping and waiting for the return of a master he loved ten times more than he would ever be loved. If he listens closely to passersby gossip, he’d hear about a former tenant who was no longer legally allowed to step foot near Galactic Energy again.

seeing ur dog is the only reason i exist

this might be the best comment on any picture of dante i’ve post ever and for it, behold. another reason to exist. he loves u too