#fairlegacy

As the snow falls around them, she seems to come to a realisation and stops walking. The others continue on ahead as she finds herself staring skyward, flakes of frozen water sticking to her eyelashes and cheeks. It wouldn’t be long now until they arrived and she saw it for the first time with her own eyes; her birthplace. For so long she’d wondered and imagined what her home had been like, how those first twenty days had progressed; had they been happy? Part of her hesitates because what if it wasn’t how she’d thought? Did she really want to know what happened? Would it really change anything? All these questions fill her head and she finds herself spacing out until a hand rests on her shoulder to bring her back to the present.

                HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMWELL ! @fairlegacy

                                 ( you’re the real treasure y’know,                                   but i have to protect my image. )

Oh, Sam. Where do I begin with this? Other than the basics: I love you big bro.

I never anticipated that we would ever grow this close. I remember last year thinking you were one of the coolest people I had ever met & that it would be a honor for you to even notice me. I still feel that way to this day, even though you literally pay attention to me every single day.

It’s been a pleasure getting to know you over the last year. From shy and fleeting interactions to inside jokes, we’ve certainly flipped our friendship around and developed what I’d like to think is an unbreakable bond. I truly think of you as mi familia, mi hermano. I know I can come to you with anything & that you’ll support me on every endeavor. And destroy anyone who doesn’t, let’s be real here.

It’s amazing how much we have in common & how we share similar viewpoints on attitude and interactions, even if we don’t always deal with things in the same way. It’s always a fun time whenever we sit down together and talk shit gossip fill each other in on the scoop the daily news. And the few times we do differ in opinion, it’s always a learning experience for us. You learn to be a little more empathetic & in return I learn how to be a little more comfortable with being bold, assertive and... spicy? ( I could not resist I am so sorry sfouofihs ) Okay but y’all he’s Sam the Sass Master don’t let him fool you. ( I can hear you saying PLEASE already. I know you! )

Thank you, Sam, for always pushing me in the right direction, whether it’s to be more bold, more confident, more willing to take risks & to really go with what my heart tells me. I know I’ve become a much better person & I’ve even met wonderful people because of it. My life’s improved so much & I’m happier than I’ve been in ages, and I think if I hadn’t met you things would be incredibly different. In fact, I’m sure of it. 

So thank you for always being so willing to listen to me back then, back when I was just that small Yuffie who wanted to get your attention & went along with all the AUs you wanted to do. And for still being that person now. Thank you for being all the other things I’ve known you to be: Sam Bam, the Sambulance, the Man of Steel, Superman, the Seeker of Dankness, Sam the Sass Master & I swear I came up with a new name for you the other day but I just can’t remember it goihsdf. Let me live.

I hope you have a fantastic & wonderful time with your loved ones. And that you recognize that you too are a wholesome bean capable and worthy of the most wonderful of things. May you have many more years to come!

Your ( fav! ) little sis, Nina

Living every moment with a dream burning bright Never stop reaching when the dream shines its light Well I take it for granted when the trying's all said and done Does the pain of remembrance fade when dreams are won?

Independent Cloud Strife & Zack Fair - as remembered by Apollo & Sam.

@fairlegacy

     Alright, Roxas, I know what you just walked in on is strange, but there has to be some reasonable explanation for what you’re seeing.  Before jumping to any conclusions, let’s try to straighten out the information we have.  With any luck, it might make whatever’s going on here make more sense than not at all.

     Namine and I came to Olympus Colosseum as our next stop.  Well, we tried to get to Olympus, but somehow we ended up in what is apparently the Underworld.  Before we could even process that completely, we ran into a woman by the name of Megara being accosted by some Heartless.  An unwelcome rescue and a short conversation later, we learned she’s a friend of Hercules, that hero Phil always talked about, and was putting herself in extreme danger trying to negotiate with the Lord of the Underworld on his behalf.  Seizing the opportunity in front of us, I offered to go in her stead, a selfless act sure to create a memory of heroism and accomplish our objective here.

     With Namine staying behind to look after Meg, I ventured into the depths of the Underworld on my own.  Slicing through waves of Heartless was nothing new to me, but there was an unexpected distraction on the way.  Without any kind of warning, Demyx of all people sprinted by me before vanishing into a corridor.  Unsurprising as it may be, I can at least confirm the Organization is plotting something here as well.  Armed with that new information, I continued on to the giant skull shaped tower where I assumed I would find the man in charge.

      And with that, we’re all caught up.  Now, let’s reexamine the situation from a calm and rational perspective and see what new insight might be gathered.

     ...Nope, I got nothing.  A guy with fire for hair is fighting some other guy with what might be the largest sword I’ve ever seen.  From Sora’s memories, I know the flaming one is who I’m looking for, but I’ve got absolutely nothing on the swordsman.

     -Except an inexplicable gut feeling that I should trust him.

     “Hades?”

     As the god of the dead struggles against the massive hunk of steel in his hands, the intensity of his flames dies down as he stares at me with confusion comparable to mine.

     “And who are you supposed to be?!”

     The distraction of my entrance is enough to provide the soldier the opportunity he needed to push his opponent back.  Trusting my instincts, I rush to the black haired man’s side and draw my own blades to cover his flank.  All too quickly, Hades recovers and flares back into a bright red as he begins to bear down on us both.  Squaring up to do battle with a deity, I try to exchange some basic information with my newfound ally before things get too hectic.

— ☩   “No no, I swear, there had been a large creature patrolling about, it had the looks of a behemoth, and I promise you, that—that is something you would not want to face alone.”            Haggard was a severe understatement in regard to Ingus’s appearance. Twisted around his free arm was the tattered slip of his cape, the signature feathered hat nowhere in sight, face positively pale and gaunt. At this point he hadn’t even checked if who he had been talking to was dangerous, instead opting to warn them immediately instead.

                                     the   w h o l e   w o r l d   is watching  ———————                                      YOU HAVEN’T COME THIS FAR TO FALL OFF THE EARTH   semi-private                                       &&                                        indie-selective

Honestly, my hair isn’t too long, and I don’t usually put product in it--I usually just wash it and let it fall where it would naturally. I honestly do not know what sort of gel or spray he uses--because it still looks soft--and doesn’t seem to be flaky? 

We both have blue eyes, but his are more.. saturated? Like if we were paintings, you’d use a little more water to make mine--and a little more paint to make his. 

I don’t know how they were before SOLDIER.I don’t usually hang around SOLDIER, I usually stick to my unit and just around the troops, plainly, but he seems the most.. alive, out of them? As if he was just a little more human. I don’t know.