#earthshackled

                       QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

                                                                        ( accepting ! )

    —— He had sat there, legs dangling over the ledge of their training grounds, whittling away the time with softening his thoughts and daydreaming of happier things. fingers roamed over the grooves of his wooden sword, nails scratching away the splinters. a sigh that has long been idle in his chest weighs out.

if he had a watch, he’d check the time —but perhaps that’d make him more antsy. time was counted with each tick of his nail against wood, and every minute provoked a roll of his posture to shift the static pooling in his nerves. in all honesty, the wait likely wasn’t as long as ventus is making it seem with all the tension loose in his face, the anxieties maneuvering his rhythms. he’d become so lost in null and void that his ears didn’t catch the steps echoing nearby. 

awe reigned his countenance for the seconds it took to accept what was said to him. with a whip of his head and an utmost eager rise to better meet his stance, ventus’s avidity wore in balled fists and pointed brows.

` ‘course not! ’

       ` —— hhm! ’       his head rolled with their palm. this touch was a lot heavier than aqua’s, more firm, warm — molding his scalp like a ball; and yet it still held the same press of playfulness he’s come to familiarize with.       ` terra… ! ’       the ping of annoyance he tried to convey with the elongated vowels in his name was overcast by the mirth that bubbled thereafter.