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off track get lost with them.

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Dry leaves crushed beneath Xion’s boots, the most satisfying little crinkle and pop noises. She took oblong or short steps to ensure maximum crunch as she followed Lea along the old hiking trail. It was too narrow for them to walk side-by-side so she followed in file. The sunset washed the mountain side in golden glows, a distant, burning star slid beneath the horizon. The oak tree boughs wavered in the gentle wind, the most pleasant breeze chasing away the sweat from Xion’s brow, built during the midday heat. 

The trail curved around steep cliff edge, cresting the mountain summit. It gave them an impressive view of the path ahead, miles and miles and miles of mountain range. Xion clambered up onto an outlooking rock and fetched her water bottle from her bag. She took a large and long sip, capped it again, then returned it. Wiping droplets from her lips with the back of her hand she looked down at Lea and said:

“You know we’re lost, right?”

  With that proclamation in the air and the sky darkening into evening, Xion shrugged. “I haven’t seen a trail marker in hours and I was following you so I thought you knew where you were going.”

Xion brightened visibly, this was just like when she was on the run from the Organization. Out in the wilderness, nothing but what she could carry and her wits. It was exciting, a nice return to pace. 

         ❛ it’s salty -- but sweet! ❜ she’d revealed upon swallowing the treat, looking up at lea with wide eyes and a toothy smile. the ice cream -- sea salt, of course -- was already starting to sweat under the sweltering island sun, daring to melt onto kairi’s fist if she didn’t eat it quicker. ❛ i think i’m starting to see why it’s your favourite. ❜

 Likes & Dislikes | Accepting

Pick-up Xion 

The crowd clumped in the center of the square, elbow-to-elbow and thronged all the way to the edges of the streets. It was a mass of sweaty and shoving bodies, bouncing and dancing to the beat. Music spilled-out from the center of the congregation, rock music played on electric guitars and drums. The bass thrummed through Xion’s blood and bones, vibrating her skull. Lea’s hand floated between her shoulders, the barest of touch to keep her at his side and to ensure he did not lose her in the crowd. Xion grabbed his sleeve and tugged, pulling his full attention to her. 

“Lea, I can’t see.” 

The suggestion went unspoken. She wanted to move closer, so she could see this people who ‘shredded guitars’ and ‘smashed drums.’ She didn’t know why they would damage their music equipment but then again Xion didn’t know anything about music or instruments. Lea took one look at the wall of backs and pressed his lips in a thin line.

He ducked down and placed his hands on her waist. He then picked her-up and threw her onto his shoulders with one strong lift. Xion gasped, hands searching for his shoulders then head to stabilize herself. Her fingers curled in locks of red hair. Lea’s hand pressed down on the top of her thighs to keep her stable on her perch. Out over a sea of head Xion looked to see the band playing on the stage--

Send me   ‘ 🌪 ‘   to catch my muse in the middle of a violent breakdown || Accepting

{ ☽ } The first indication that there had been anything off today was a decline to join the others on the clock tower in their usual outing. Sometimes Isa just liked to be by himself for a while and think away from all the people and noise. His emotions weren’t exactly something he was adjusting to easily. There were times he was perfectly fine and others he felt like he could break down any moment. Since being recompleted he had had a few, some by himself and some with Lea.

Lea and the kids had been gone for a while and for the first hour or so Isa had been okay. He did some reading, checked his Gummyphone and such. Yet as the day went on and his thoughts and emotions got the better of him, the tears began to fall and they hadn’t stopped. Emotions getting the better of him, anger was among the strongest. The scar’s slowly turning jagged lines were a bad sign he wasn’t calming down anytime soon.

”Hey Lea,” Ventus greets, a mix of pride and relief in his eyes. It’s still a little startling to him that he needs to look up so high to face his old friend properly. He supposes time did a great deal of marching on without him. “You were great out there! Not at all like—heheh... you know. That time you charged at me with some frisbees?”

To him, it feels like it was just a week ago, but to the other—

Maybe he shouldn’t ruminate on it too deeply.