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Ship Bias || accepting

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Hayner vc: YEAH, I SAW SOMEONE GET ONE TODAY AND I WANT ONE, TOO.

Xion wove seashells together on a string with careful hands, though unpracticed. It was a little something she’d considered working on for her friends, now that Kairi and Aqua had introduced her to the concept: good luck charms, so they would always find their way back home and to each other. She wasn’t skilled enough weaving the shells together yet, though; there were a few shells off to the side that had been broken in the process, and she’d since decided that some further practice was in order.

Currently, she was making bracelets and necklaces with other shells, saving the fragile thalassa shells for last. “This is harder than I thought it would be,” she sighed. “But they sure are pretty. Maybe someone else will like these.” There would be more practice jewelry than she knew what to do with as a result of her work. She considered giving them away, or selling them to the moogles.

A single slate brow rose before he gave a sigh, “You will get used to it after a while. Being detached from one’s emotions can leave some memories hazy and your mind unable to completely shut off; even if your body is feeling fatigued.”

As one of his superior members, Zexion supposed it was his duty to at the very least advise him. Thankfully, he had a little over a decade of experience of growing up in the Realm of Darkness. So explaining the changes one over went was a subject he knew a great deal about.

“Xaxm, I would suggest that you try not to overexert yourself with too many duties in a single day. We may be husks of darkness, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have a physical form to consider.  Perhaps if you paced yourself, your insomnia would not be as severe as it is now.”

He pondered for a moment, remembering how he too, experienced a sort of insomnia when he was changed. Though, his was usually plagued by nightmares that haunted his mind before he managed to capture said creatures and made them his puppets within his lexicon.

         Cornerstone...? How did that happen? Ventus didn’t even remember coming down into the throne room. Last he remembered he was going out to the gardens, as he couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep. That had been the plan anyway. If he was honest, Ventus couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had a decent night sleep. At most, the last couple days, he’d been running on a total of maybe an hour and a half.

                    ❛     This ... isn’t the way to the gardens ?   ❜