#lxndfall

It was a nervousness that brought her here. Arms were folded and her hands clutched tight at the fabric of her sleeves. There wasn’t much more that she could do on her own. It was like she was stalled, unable to move forward. And there were only really two people that she felt were possible to go to. One of which she didn’t want to worry any more than needed.

Letting out a trembling breath, Aqua held her arms tighter and approached the teen. A soft smile was offered to him. “Hello, Riku,” her voice greeted casually. “I was hoping I could talk to you a little bit.” If anything he was the only person who she felt she could go too.

Through constant battles the android had gone through plenty of weapons,  used by her or her enemies.  She couldn’t be faulted for thinking she’d seen them all, but this stranger’s was the exception. 

from here 

“Hm?” Riku turned around, facing the blonde haired keybearer with a tilt of his head. A small smile spread across his normally solemn features. Nodding in response to Ventus’ inquiry. “Yeah. I’ll ask Yen Sid to pair us up next time. I think I actually have just the mission in mind.” With a flick of his wrist, a massive portal of white, purple, and blue appeared before the two. “Well then it’s a good thing I can use portals of Light now then, isn’t it? Ya know, I hear back in the day every Keyblade Chosen used to be able to use these.” Looking back to Ventus, he reached out and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Wonder why it went out of style.” 

▹ ☆  Riku ☆ ◃

                    ✣ 「 ヴェン」 ❦❧ ─  Normally. The accepting and that smile Riku have would immediately cause the blond to beam an sparkles in delight... instead, his smile faltered and almost completely fell from his face. That bright one replaced by a strained and waning one. Or wasn’t about the portal Riku had made, or the ruffling of his hair, as Ventus push off that offending hand with a retort, “Don’t treat me like a kid. I’m twice your age,” instead, it was touching... or borderline a topic Ventus wasn’t entire comfortable with.

                Something Ventus have never made  P E A C E  with.

                         The pain centuries ago nor the pain decades ago, both ached.

          “Because there was no one left to teach it.” Came the automatic response, and utterly out of character for Ventus, as if he was reciting from a text book. “Keyblades are passed down from one individual to another. The predecessor usually taught the successor the skills necessary. Including the portal of light.” And then... the war happened Whom was once friends pitted against one and another. Whose who have laughed, shared pain, cried and learn together... becomes their greatest enemies. And once more, Xehanort had done exactly just as that to them again, even if there was reduced to barely a handful of Keyblade wielders left. Ven didn’t smile anymore, he looked... troubled.

A hem.

“... When I was a young boy my father took me into the city To see a marching band

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Aerith held the tray close, balancing it against her hip, making sure to not jostle the glasses and pitcher, keeping a wary eye on the lemonade that sloshed around inside the pitcher. Aerith took her gaze off the tray to now look for Riku, she knew things had been hard for him...for everyone recently, it seemed like their life was a never ending circle that shifted from bad to good to unknown over and over. She gave a sigh, adjusting her grip before she caught sight of his familiar head of silver, a soft smile gracing her lips as she made her way towards him. Aerith cleared her throat in hopes to not startle him, raising the tray with the tilt of her head, motioning towards its contents.