@lightsmemento​ said:  araya puts down a leather bag on the table, her only visible eye turning to the auri male "i bought new clothes for rielle. also new books and some snacks. where is she?"

unprompted // always accepting

     Sidurgu feels a touch of warmth at the core of his chest as his attention is drawn to the bag. Rielle getting the things she needs-- or even just things she would like-- is more than enough to do that, especially considering that Sidurgu leaving her side to gather those things himself is out of the question, for the time being. Abandoning her in this blighted city, even for a moment, is something the dark knight simply cannot bring himself to do.

     Not after Fray.

Araya has been a great help in that regard, and Rielle would surely be happy to see her here at their table once again...whenever she decided to join them at their table, at least. Sidurgu gives a tired sigh, raising a gauntleted hand to rub at the scales that span the bridge of his nose, staving off the twinge of a headache in his temple. 

     “Currently, Rielle is...disinclined to speak to me.” He had learned much about the temperaments of children during his time watching over the young elezen, and each thing he learned was more frustrating and confusing than the last. One moment, they would simply be talking, and the next, Rielle would get upset and storm off to her room. Usually Sidurgu had at least an inkling as to what he had done wrong, but there are plenty of times where he hasn’t the faintest idea.

This is one of those times.

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♕ -  He’s left in stunned moment of silence at what he receives. By no means is it the actual idea of gift giving that comes as a foreign concept, rather, it’s who decides to take that moment after their starting mishap of a meeting. Settled before his eyes would be a glaring replica of the energy infused blade he came to study once upon a time. Sora’s lips remain mildly draped open as he comes to study over the final details, from the polished shine to the ornate, and spiked riddled edges that adorn the blade, giving it oppressive aura to all who dared to challenge it.

“All this.. For me?” Part of Sora couldn’t deter from feeling unworthy of the honor so soon. Who knows how much time and effort it must’ve taken to get this created. None the less it’s here, it’s meant for him, that casual nature she exudes doesn’t hide that fact.

Being met with those stark words had made an awfully familiar jab to him. One that’s nostalgic, that holds a tender warmth, such behavior somehow having it’s means to complimenting his own. There’s no further need for words as he steps forth, keeping before Araya as he takes a hold of it, welcoming it’s weight in terms of both purpose and physical matter, the sleeping strength teeming within this weapon due from intent and emotion alone. As a wielder of the Keyblade... Things like this managed to be discerned like second nature.

Aspects of the Heart always knew how to sing true no matter how guarded a person may be. Bringing it closer, blue eyes travel intently over the darksteel streaked with a crimson fang, to the over the ornate, silver bursts of wings that settle as a compliment to the intimidating hilt. Yeah. Enough answers stirred within his creative mine that he knew what to do.

It would all begin by keeping the claymore standing, blade first against the ground while he draws forth the keyblade in his other hand.

Allowing the Kingdom Key’s keychain to hover at the crimson crown of the claymore would begin quite the transmogrifying event.

Light would find itself the binding element and guide for the darkness of this weapon. Bursts of the two elements would erupt in a coalesced fissure, the spirals of energy finding themselves knitting together before the claymore seemingly found itself absorbed into his weapon, which in turn began to release a sharp whine as newest keychain gave it a new form.

A lot of the said aspects would be similar, obsidian and scarlet being the two dominating colors. Yet where it changes would be the extended wings upon the guard, both of them making a rippling band of silver to connect from the hilt to the precious place. Lower down, that golden crescent of steel would find itself extending, blistering out three sharp fangs, fitting for the key’s teeth as with a burst of wind, the transformation found itself complete, a new keyblade had been born into his arsenal!

“...Thank you.” Gratitude is strong within his tone as he looks up towards her. With a closer look, the originally forged claymore could be seen, leagues smaller as it now settled as the token of this weapon’s new keychain.

In short, he was bored.

Trying his hand at a variety of different hobbies, ones both good and bad, were a fair way to pass his time. “-- I was told you liked spicy food.” The statement seemed to pop from his mouth out of the blue, though it would be hard to miss the hands held behind his back. “I... I hope that’s true?”

 “Sorry. Am I in the way?”

  He felt distant. Like he was watching the world around him but not actively in it. He hadn’t slept in awhile. Finding it hard to focus on anything aside from mindless work. Anything to stop him from picturing that disaster the Griffin or whatever he was called created. And the the Reach was attacked. There was little he could do for the wounded. He only knew basic first aid. Xulu was probably right that he should have practiced a better skill than music. 

  He was standing there, staring at the water. Trying not to think about all the blood that had mixed with it. He wanted to help the world become a better place. He wanted to do good with the Scions. But he was far too weak, wasn’t he? Useless, as always. 

  Once he felt eyes on him, he finally found himself back in reality. Fedarlona. He had done his best to avoid her. Not because she was scary looking. He had gotten more or less used to Roegadyn. But because she was a hero. Someone with authority over him that he feared letting down or making trouble for. He didn’t want punishment or... To make things harder for everyone. 

 “I... I want to do more.. I just... I don’t have many skills.” The dark circles under his lilac eyes and the way his ears lay against his head show how low his spirits are. And how difficult it’s been for him. 

Merry Christmas Happy Starlight!

@lightsmemento​​ asked: the xaela grinned at koya with a box in hand "i shouldn't be giving you things for free because rare materials are hard to gather BUT because it's a special holiday, i can make an exception" giving her the box, laurel waved her hand "of course i'm just kidding, i hope you enjoy your present. new, special weapons for my favorite person"

A purse upon her lips formed at the teasing from the viridian locked woman, Koya’s brows furrowing together as she leaned forward a little. “You better be kiddin’, or else I’ll have to return my gift for you.” She seemed almost serious for the briefest of moments before her composure broke, a laugh exuding from her frame. “Nah, I could never do that! ‘Sides, you know if you ever need materials, even for a gift for me, me and my pickaxe are at your service!”

A gestured made to thrust her thumb towards herself before the box was placed in confident fingers. The other hand that had been left absent from view was pulled forward between them, Koya’s palm harboring a small, red wrapped box upon it. “They aren’t as good as a new weapon, but I hope you like them anyway.” Offering it into Laurel’s grasp, Koya was eager to see what had been fashioned for her.

A nail dug into the wrapping before tugging away the seal, revealing the knuckles that glimmered in the light. Pale eyes went wide with elation, barely giving any time to strip off the ones she had equipped in favor of the dazzling new ones. “Laurel…!” Her voice was almost shrill in excitement.

Within the package she had given to Laurel were two black, metallic clasps, with dangling jewels upon them. Not earrings, but instead ornamentation for her horns, able to fit alongside any earrings she wished to don. Too fine tuned to have been by Koya’s hand, it was clear that the materials were painstakingly mined from the deepest of troves, the quality unmistakable.

Oh boy! His hand sure does feel warm for some reason. Surely because it’s being held-- no, no wait did they hold his hand while it was sweaty.. but that can’t be either.

There feels like there’s pin pricks attempting to gnaw deeper into his flesh. Maybe this was a shy alien attempting to hold his hand.. Actually no.

One glance to the side, one full on blank stare and he’d come to get his clear answer. Quite the pair of eyes staring him down and for one quasi-deep moment they look into each other’s eyes...

Short lived because holy fuck is this starting hurt.

“I-- INARI! OI! OIIII OI OI!” He’d yelp out, suddenly waving that said compromised limb to and fro! Why did she have the iron jaw of the gods all of a sudden!?

T I C K L I S H!

Tenses up post haste due to that poke! With a quick shake of the head and hoping she didn’t see this goofy face here, he turns to face her!

Snickersnort.