What would one do, if sleep came peaceful to those they wished to wake? What should one do, would probably be the best thing to ponder, eyes drooping as palms of an androgynous nature flattened gently against the sapphire glass of separated realities. Those eyes much brighter here, in this pulsing void ever flowing with energy just watched in silence as he slept, unwilling to disturb him just yet. Yet she would, soon enough. Fingers that would slim down into the form he knew would reach out for him, touch the scar that had formed too soon and draw him up.
His body...would it be safe? Surely it should, gaze flicking away slightly to once more check the boundaries set up by her own hand. Barriers of time that not even a younger Keyblade could unlock would keep him safe, safe enough for the mere seconds that would pass before she would have him returned, cradling his Heart back safely into his body. She would keep him safe -- even if such silent declarations would become false.
She had very little say, for all her power, all her age -- she was simply a tool in this millennium. She simply was, and perhaps she should be bitter as such. Eyes drooping back again underneath ivory lashes, hands tracing down to fall in the crook of folded, porcelain legs. The shocking white of her form the only true disturbance to the enigma of colours swirling about her. Such negative space moved with free will, her body stretching and forming as Light bubbled and her reality slipped away.
She was upon him, sinking in like a phantom of what had been flesh, above and within as fingers traced his healed scar. Her lips were turned, ever so faint, the smile almost there soothing as she reached within his Heart. "Isa, won't you come with me?" The murmur everywhere as she waited, seeing if he would slip from his own flesh and blood, if just for the moment.
For after all, it was his choice.
To dream was supposed to be one thing that kept one safe from the life they had to live. But what would happen, when those dreams went from things of childish innocence to something so horrid it would turn even the bravest manâs legs to jelly? There was a time where the boy with azure shaded hair could sleep without a worry, and dream of things that any teenage boy of his disposition would possess. But as time went by those peaceful bits of REM dissolved like sugar on water, and those specks left made him cringe and whine in his sleep, bits of memories, bits of the potential future, that was all that crossed over his mindâs eyes.
The one currently flooding his senses had to do with the Apprentice. Having him pinned in such a way that the bounds could not be broken and he was lead against a surface he couldnât determine. Pain was going all throughout his body as he tried to fight him off, skin like caramel pressed against the pale vanilla, mixing in a way that made Isa wish he could wake just to empty the contents of his stomach. Right when he thought it to be over the reality shifted, and he had a told, sharp blade digging and ripping through his skin, his blood erupting to the surface and running down his face like rich paint, staining the barely coloured canvas of Isaâs skin.
Before he could wake as he normally would â a scream, one so sharp it would wake any animals that slept near â it all vanished, and he could hear the calm, drawing voice that belonged to the blade he barely knew. He thought perhaps that she was merely invading his dream, but she felt so much closer, it could not be something as simple as a fabrication of his sleeping mind. He did not know what it was truly that made him agree, but before he could even think to stop himself the words were slipping from his lips.
âI will go with you, Nullumn.â He did not know where he was going, but much like her master it seemed as though denial was not an option.
