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“ You again! But --- how?! ”  Sora’s breath hitches at the sight of the other male, a quick stab of fear hitting his heart at the thought that maybe everything wasn’t as over as they’d thought, that somehow Xehanort had changed his mind, had a second plan in place. This was ... Was this a -- a dream? Was he in another nightmare? Some kind of trick? Whatever it was --- it wasn’t funny. Sora’s keyblade manifests itself into his hand with a quick burst of light that disregarded all the usual flashiness in exchange for a fast raise of his defense.  “ We beat you ... ! Weren’t you supposed to go back to your own time or something?! Stick with the program! ”

     ❛ I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND, but i wanted to get you something today... for getting me out of that tower for a little while. ❜

     she only had a few moments before someone noticed she was gone, so this would have to be quick. slowly, she presented him a jar filled with sand and DECORATED with seashells. she tried not to reveal how nervous just the simple action made her–––– but she did hope that he liked it.

     ❛ when we went down to the water, you knew a lot about the shells we found. i know that you, just like me, aren’t from here, and i know that it can be hard sometimes. so, i hope that this reminds you of home. ❜

     and, if home was something he didn’t want to be reminded of, maybe it was just enough of home to bring with him without feeling like he was TRAPPED there.

     ❛ oh, and here! ❜

     she slipped the ring she’d chosen for him off of her finger and onto one of his. though scala wasn’t a place where DARKNESS thrived, she sensed much of it in him. whether he actually used it or not was something she couldn’t say. but, if he did, maybe this would help.

     ❛ that prince friend you mentioned? ❜ kairi waited for the RECOGNITION in his gaze before she smiled widely, shaking her head.

     ❛ kick his butt with this next time you spar, okay? ❜

     she laughed, giving his hand a squeeze before finally releasing him, already taking a few steps back to start to RETURN to her master and her own training with a wave.

     ❛ happy valentine’s day! ❜

obtained

     a decorative jar of sand and seashells

     force ring

How’s my portrayal?! || Accepting! || @fascala

CHIRITHY IS AN ABSOLUTE BLESSING I can confirm this wholeheartedy!!!!! aaaaa I love my sweet little baby so much sakdhjsa I’m just so glad others like them too askjdhkajsd

       A small gasp of surprise would surface from Chirithy as soon as their eyes landed on the new set of paints. There is hesitation in their actions as they initially go to reach out for them, but stop and quickly pull their paws back while looking up at the male. Tilting their head to the side, the familiar truly wondered what prompted them to bring new supplies for them.

( lucis is here to ruin me | @fascala )

     studying the texts he’d been given wasn’t something eraqus did because he wanted to–––– it was his duty as an aspiring master to know the history of the keyblade, and it was his job as the eldest ( and only, in his case ) child in his family to memorize as much as possible. it was for these reasons that he forced himself to stay focused, reading and re––––reading and taking notes if he needed to.

     and that focus was why he didn’t question xehanort’s fingers brushing his own at first. he’d thought it was a mistake, and he waited patiently for his fingers to move away from his.

     but, that didn’t happen.

     slowly, eraqus glanced away from the book, peaking over at their hands and staring for a few moments. the longer his gaze lingered, the more his face seemed to grow warm, until he finally tore his eyes away to go back to the book, but his focus was gone, all of his senses honed in on the gentle touch of xehanort’s fingers against his own.

     in a bold move, even for eraqus, he slid his hand a bit closer, fingers lacing with xehanort’s own before giving a playful squeeze. his eyes never looked up from his book, but his smile spread across his face, and the flush on his cheeks spread further across his face.

UR TOO UGLY TO BE HIM HE SEES NO RESEMBLANCE