#lumenettenebrae

@lumen-et-tenebrae​ | starter call

      The silver-haired teen tried so DESPERATELY to keep everything out of his head. He worked hard to fight against what was being told to him tight might drown him in the ocean of his own mind, but even that level of fighting wasn’t enough. 

       When would it EVER be enough . . .?

       Callused fingers curl into his fist as his aquamarine hues reflect a FIERCE light, unlike anything that Xehanort had ever seen before. “I won’t be silenced. . .” He growled under his breath as he dug his nails into the palms of his hand. He wouldn’t summon his keyblade yet,  he’d give it time. He could destroy this with words rather than just with actions.  

     “You can’t keep me quiet, no matter what you do.” He could feel Xehanort underestimating him. Fine, whatever, he was used to the WORLD underestimating him, but there was something else that was itching at his mind. Maybe today was the day that Riku had finally had enough of people doubting him or trying to keep him silenced for how he felt? He finally SNAPPED. 

Something like apprehension gave him a sense of restlessness in his body as he portaled into Where Nothing Gathers. It seemed the only area of the castle that hadn’t changed since his joining the new, real Organization. The reason for his apprehension was the man sitting on the throne high above all the others. Master Xehanort. The great puppet master behind all that had transpired over the past decade and more. The man who’s heart he carried a piece of. 

He had only just woken up after having his heart taken again, and been told that he should report to “the Master” in the throne room. He had been given only sparse information about the man, enough to know that he was not one to take lightly. Not that Saix would have, anyway. He wasn’t stupid. Of course the one person behind all of this would be someone to fear. 

The portal had taken him directly into his own seat which seemed to be in roughly the same position as it had been back in the original Organization, but Master Xehanort somehow seemed to be seated higher up than even Xemnas had. 

✚ @lumen-et-tenebrae​ sent:  "...You really do look like a walking marshmallow." The silver stated, tilting his head as he looked over the robot. -From Young Xehanort (if that's okay!)

blink. blink. Slight h e a d  t i l t  r i g h t  as he began to form questions in his mind.  “If a marsh.mallow is an ina.nimate food object, how does it walk?” He asked, not  understanding what Xehanort was trying to say.  ✚