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EVIL SMIRK MEME (NO LONGER ACCEPTING)

A  strangled  snarl  rumbled  in  his  throat ,  glaring  daggers  as  he  struggled  under  the  others  weight .  The  strain  on  his  neck  wasn’t  painful ,  not  yet ,  but  the  force  was  starting  to  sting .  ‘  The  fuck  are  you  gonna  do  about  it ?  ’  He  mouthed ,  not  fond  of  the  idea  of  giving  Xehanort  the  satisfaction  of  hearing  his  choked  voice .  He  attempted  to  hit  again ,  thrusting  his  knee  up  into  his  crotch . ‘  I  said  get  off !  ’

      He wasn’t exactly hiding from Xehanort, but he wasn’t entirely hanging around him either. Sora was just.... avoiding him as much as he could. He planned on having a quick snack in the kitchen before returning to his room, but it seemed he stayed too long as Xehanort entered before he finished eating. Great.

My muse is blindfolded. Send “❣” for their reaction to your muse kissing them.

Saïx knew that he should have felt more distressed when the black swathe of cloth folded over his eyes. Since joining the Organization, he had learned that any sort of vulnerability could mean an instantaneous death, and from a young age he had struggled to master every ounce of strength he could muster. And while he had succeeded in his training, there was a shrill warning of danger that permeated the air, urging him to take command of his other senses. 

But before he could decide what action to take, he felt foreign lips press themselves against his own in a kiss that was as quick and sharp as a dagger’s bite.