#guidedhearts

He was silent for a moment, letting the adrenaline in his veins die down as he processed her words. And the moment he had-

"Heh-"

He started laughing.

"Heh-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

It's not like it was all that funny, but the timing along with her delivery of it just killed him.

"Oh God, yes I am starving! Nothing like taking down a super strong shadow to work up an appetite!"

"And again."

Riku is ready and waiting defensively, it is a friendly training session but it doesn't mean that the Master is going to back down. He's really doing this to get a gauge on Ventus' skills in all honesty.

Plus it never hurt to get some sparring in for training. They never really knew when something could happen again. He's totally taking the other for ice cream after this but he's not told the other that part.

So Riku if the other doesn't do anything is going to go in for a strike, just a swipe that could easily be parried by the other.

akira: fuck fuck fu—-

it was a promise he kept to anybody who needed him. he would protect them, he would make sure that they were safe. he would know them, hear them, see them. in case he could not save their life, he would ensure that they would not go forgotten. something of them would forever live on in his mind, and then he would carry it to their grave - & perhaps even his own in tow. he was kind, in the way a tempest could play favorites.

but there was a certain level of recklessness that came with not knowing if the person you're saving, helping, giving a second chance to, would turn on you and stab you in the back. he always took this risk, because no one deserves to die - much less die alone. and if he could help it, no one would die on his watch before he believed it was fated to be - & he fucking hates fate.

so when he splashes a brief cure spell onto the oddly familiar head of spiky brown hair, he barely thinks about it, using one cure spell and then throwing a couple of fire spells to knock out and remove the battlers from the 'arena' that they'd created of the walkways around this part of the world.

it wasn't often that he wandered from his post, but sometimes magic and might both inside of him would briefly shock him into another world, as if it wanted him to see something, do something, meet someone, save a life and risk his own. once upon a time, someone had compared his recklessness to that of an ancient hero - a boy named sora. ( he couldn't argue then, & he surely can't now. )

so when he sees that old mansion that he had heard so much about - been told NEVER TO GO NEAR, under any circumstances... he figured he might as well step up to the plate and at least gather some information about it - even if it turned out that it was just crawling with shadows and neoshadows. he might as well provide some valuable intel.

but as he wandered the halls with light foot step, he only sees how... clean it is. how it seemed to be pristine, to be utterly fixed up and perfect. it was haunting, in a manner, and maybe that was because he could feel the magic and heartbeat coursing through the tiles and floorboards, which made him realize that someone lives here.

so when he finds a room with the door recently moved, he steps in with a warm smile, saying such words that he believes would ease the concern of someone the person doesn't know barging into their living space. "Sorry, did that come across as too strong? I just wanted to seem like I knew what was going on." he laughs, and the sound is eerily reminiscent of windchimes and suncatchers clinking in the breeze.

but he steps in further, and there's a pin decorating the cloak he adorns himself with, one that even for someone as reclusive as namine would be easily recognizable though the design has shifted slightly. ( it was all too similar to a knight's pin, but it looked more glorified, more sanctified, as if he held some measure of rank, despite how young he looks. )

LMAO the day i said i was coming back u knew this was coming