#lucemcustos

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                          Now to make a proper greeting!

            "Well, well, welcome to my humble little abode!             What can I do for you? Maybe get you a drink? A snack?                                Name your accommodations.

terra seeing maleficent’s hella evil vibes and being all up “yes she sounds legit i should listen to what she says.” and then mangsting about it for 87 years sdhfishdeioge

bASICALLY.

The Evil Queen was my favorite though he gets caught and just walks out.

                    when he was  but a boy, she’d looked to the stars                      and wished that the likes of her own fate would never                      fall  upon  sora,  upon  riku.   and yet here he was — a                      burden   all   too  vast  for  such  young  shoulders  to                      bare upon him, apologizing to her.saving her; saving                      everyone.    so that they may see L I G H T again, even                      in their darkest hours.  

                                   ❝    sora, no —    ❞ 

                                                  ( as a guardian; as a keyblade master;                                                    as a protector,  she’ll make up for lost                                                    time, now. )  

                                                                      ❝   — thank you.    ❞ 

"I couldn't hold my promise to you."

Recognition glistened under the pretense of this figure's voice, her crown like crystalline fissures more-so than the vast cerulean. Recollection breeds from that of the familiarity, memories surfacing above the chaotic mess that belonged to so many--he wondered if he could even find his own, if he tried.

But it was there, buried underneath the ruin of oblivion and carnage. Plucked was the remnant of his past from the unyielding rubble, laying witness to the scene within.

To the promise--the pact they had made.

"I couldn't protect him. ...He fell. All cause' of me." Barely would the crown of a fallen king dip, expression torn between somber and solemn; having already accepted this fact long ago.