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Street spilled through the window and warmed the dark hall. A golden contrast to the bland, concrete walls of the group-home. At the end of a line of dorms was her old room. She had scribbled ‘Neraine Koh’ onto a note card and hung it on the door. The echoes of troubled youth: arguing, music, laughing; It was never this quiet. Neraine pushed open the door to a room stripped bare of her belongings. That’s right, the bureaucracy kicked her out on her eighteenth birthday. She hadn’t been here in over five years. 

This was a break in reality. The illusions of a fugue state twisted in the veneer of her memories. Neraine would never walk these halls again willingly. Not even in her lucid dreams. Despite this space being hers, she felt the trepidation of one uninvited. The border of minds intermingled at times, crossed and tangled. The High Priestess would have some esoteric, tantric explanation for it all. Neraine had her own: weird magic crap.

Desire laughed, coquettish and light, their hand covering their mouth, though those golden eyes did sparkle.

“Not quite ‘hereditary’. I always have them, that’s true, but I did not recieve them from anyone. My eyes are mine alone.” They took a step closer, their hand coming up to stroke down his jaw. 

The mood for the evening has drastically plummeted, after seeing a certain man out of the corner of his eye, standing near the entrance to the bastion. After meeting eyes, and watching the other disappear down below, he heaved a sigh, shoulders slumping significantly before he excused himself from a conversation with a shopkeep, and made his way down the street.

Before long, he’s caught up with the old Keyblade Wielder.

"Oh no, not jealous. More appreciating. I can certainly see Xemnas in your face, and perhaps a bit of me as well. Though I take after the heart inside, isn't that right?" He leaned in and brushed his lips against Terranort's. 

Continued from x

Braig cocked his head before looking at Xehanort, “So what are we doing here?” Sometimes he wished the old coot would stop keeping him in the dark, “You want my help right? Can ya be straight with me for once?”