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❝ So, no more frisbees ? I’m glad you finally realized that keyblades are way cooler. ❞

The tease comes out lighthearted, and maybe it wasn’t the best way to start a conversation, but he honestly didn’t know any other way. The awkwardness of the situation was obvious, seeing as Lea was now a good bit older than him and significantly taller. A part of him wishes none of this awfulness ever happened, and that they could’ve grown up being friends, but he refuses to fall into the what-ifs.

Between conversation and mutterings, talk of what needed to be done and what was going to happen, plans for dinner, and promises of when she’d be back. Lea cut through all the words simply by placing his hand to the top of her head. A quick, affectionate gesture as he ruffled her hair and displaced black strands. 

              ❛     there's no such thing.     ❜

❝    look  at  this  filter  thingy  riku  showed  me    !    ❞    they  gesture  him  over    ,    movements  jerky  with  excitement .    ❝    it  makes  you  look  like  a  dog .    ❞    a  couple  of  taps  on  the  gummiphone    ,    one  or  two  more  than  is  actually  needed    ,    and  they  bring  it  up  as  if  they  needed  proof .

Milk & Honey-- Poetry Starters

@kijoku  ♥

Xion walked the worlds at the most distant horizon. The worlds unseen for generations, with ruins as a final testimony to a lost people. Worlds at the edge of the darkness, so on the brink of consumption that Xion could buy them only a day or two more time. Worlds of eternal rains and blooming jungles; Worlds of arid desert that stretched for miles; Worlds of barren wasteland; And worlds of thriving civilization. However, no matter how far she wandered the agony of a night alone never abated and she suspected, it never will. 

There was peace in stretching beneath an open sky with nothing but cicada calls to lull her. In the most remote of locations the galaxy stretched like a stain across the black velvet expanse; Dust and stars, nebulas, supernovas, and based on her research, a lot of hydrogen gas. In those moments Xion could hammer and straighten out her thoughts, unwind and release old tensions but it all came at a cost. A chasm opened in her chest, cold and bleeding like a wound. It took her over a year to identify it but its name was isolation and it was the greatest killer of man, the most inherent part of the human condition: People were not designed to be alone. If there was ever a need to prove her humanity, Xion would present her loneliness.

So, she could bounce away, run off, vanish into the night, or slip away for a quiet moment; Go on a sanctioned adventure or disobey Lea’s will. But every time, without fail she’d slink back with burning cheeks and a ducked head, seeking the pleasure of his company to heal her wounds and stitch her soul back together. She could imagine the strain it put on Lea, she heard it in his voice, the slight break in the middle and the whisper at the end. Xion was selfish and she knew it, and she was already sorry for leaving. Even as she knew she’d do it again.

This afternoon she gripped his hand, skin-to-skin, a desperate need after a week of heartless and brutal war. The warmth of his long and thin fingers curled around her small hand. With a twist of his arm Lea enfolded her in his hold, drawing her closer to him. Xion was melancholic, but she was in a lull of emotion where she only felt too much, a flood too swift to be named. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers at the nape of his hair line and chin rested against his shoulder. What was worse than forgetting someone was to have them fade from thought, the relationship ended not with a bang but a soft whimper. He did once and it would not happen again, Xion would ensure it, even if she had to hold him so close he could never have the chance. 

Hug Xion

19. the hug that ends too soon

@kijoku ✩

The heartless faded to dust and smoke, heart released in a glimmering cage of golden light. It floated to the heavens and the eventual Kingdom Hearts that haunted the window of Xion’s bedroom. She panted, keyblade gripped tight, its golden hilt and edge glowing with the evaporating power of her magic. She straightened, palm smoothing down her hair, and let the weapon dissipate. 

“Nice going, Xion!”

Axel’s laughter turned her and she grinned just before he hooked an arm around her shoulders to drew her to his chest. It was a crushing embrace born out of sudden instinct and euphoria of a won fight, praise for her finishing off the last heartless. He smelled of sweat, leather, and soot, and Xion didn’t quite know what to do with her hands. So they floated in the air between them and at their sides. Her nose pressed into Axel’s collarbone, the brief squeezing building warmth and happiness in her chest.

It was colder when he let her go but her grin never diminished. Axel patted her rough on the back. Two fingers squeezed around the back of her neck and then he ruffled her hair. Xion was right at his heels as he opened the corridor.

* to make monsters out of girls // accepting

❝ But that’s gonna take forever ! ❞