#guidingkey

Sora’s mood was just another wave on the beach. Those familiar emotions crashed into Vanitas, stronger than anyone due to the chains that bound their hearts. The Keyblade’s Hero was worried about his presence and Vanitas’s lip quirked up beneath the mask.

“Hmph. Does it matter?” Vanitas snorts, crossing his arms across his chest. His existence was tied to both Sora and Ventus, he was their eternal shadow and they were the light that shaped him. He was made for them the same way that they were made for him.

This was how Vanitas justified his continued existence, anyway. Not that he intended to share that with Sora. He’d already explained to him exactly what their connection was. He wasn’t fond of repeating himself.

Vanitas turns his head toward Sora and the boy’s face reflected back at him off the dome of his helmet. There was one feeling from Sora that Vanitas felt himself resonating with, however. The curiosity.

Just who was this boy who had defined Vanitas with his image? He knew—or thought he knew—who Ventus was. But Vanitas wasn’t made from Sora’s heart the same way he was from that coward’s.

Rapunzel   imagined   that   he'd   appreciate   the   sight   as   much   as   she   did.   It   seemed   the   two   were   quite   similar   after   all.

Blurred days with sora’s friends , other with hers . Skull split in anguish inquiries about self , purpose, dreams . Desperate wish for someone / something to stop this endless seek . To be settled ; Confustion had a suffocating grip on her awaken & asleep . No sight of answer . how could she ask her amateur just born self for answers ?

Xion endeavor once to reach him was not allowed . Would he accept to see her ? A monster & thief . One that devour his heart , memories on instinct . would he help her ? Becoming to believe that she did not deserve help .

She sometimes has dreams of him . It was another day on that island he seems to cherish . Through someone’s oculus . He was content . A repeat of blissful day. Plummy lips parted . hearken to her own cords inside of head vibrate

“ Sora , help me “

x. @guidingkey continued from HERE.

There was so much JOY that radiated off from his life - long friend , even from all the way up the stairs . While he would [ [ n e v e r ] ] admit it out loud , it was refreshing to know that that aspect of Sora had never changed . The silverette's eyes followed Sora down the stairs until he landed in front of him , drawing a small laugh out of Riku that only seemed to come for Sora .

" -- It'll be a nice change . "

[ [ F i n a l l y ] ] the two of them will be going on an adventure rather than it being to save someone . Hopefully , it will be worth it . It's a change that they both need .

" . . . Maybe we'll go to worlds neither of us have been to . "

"SORA!" The young Queen waved enthusiastically upon seeing the familiar figure approaching. "It's been a while! Haven't seen you since you helped my sister and I last time."

@guidingkey sent: " what am i supposed to do with these? "

"WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY'RE FOR? They're stirrups, dude!" She says with a small laugh and a friendly smile. A week and a half had passed since their first encounter. Sora, though somewhat secretive about his origins, had revealed that he barely knew how to ride, let alone interacted with monsters in a positive light. This didn't come as a shocker to Mari's posse, though it did leave some of them wondering how he had lasted this long without getting hurt or eaten. Mari supposed then, that it was a good thing they found him just when his luck had run out.

Streak was a new addition. Just a few days ago, Avinia had acknowledged just how much Mari's group was struggling in the snow, and figured they would benefit from being lended a monster that was familiar with the environment. The tobi-kadachi had gone riderless for years . . . but remarkably, he took to Mari and Sora like they were old friends.

They'd been staying in Kuan since then. Mari had been in and out of town helping make the finishing touches on one of the windmills, while Ena stayed behind eking out information on Ol Dede's whereabouts. In this moment of respite, Mari decided that now was a better time than ever to teach Sora to ride . . . at least so he wasn't clinging for life the next time he chose to tag along.

For some reason, however, Mari insisted that he leave her to handle Ratha. Almost as if a lingering distrust had grown . . .