#rosaelux

The Guardian had warned her. It hadn’t been much, just a low growl coming from the shadows, but at the time it had been all he’d been able to do. Away as he was from the being of darkness whose shadow he occupied and chained to this form, his options had been rather limited. 

He had his orders, of course, so he’d vanished to report to Xemnas as soon as the girl had left the cell. She had been brought back. It wasn’t the outcome the Guardian would have preferred. He knew what it was to be a prisoner, he didn’t wish it on another. 

But the girl was once more in the cell, and he was once more in charge of reporting if she ever tried to escape again. 

It’s an ambush. Simple as that. Proof of her warrior’s training that she has managed to so effectively slip past his defences that he finds them standing side by side, hand in hand. Hers a tiny thing, nearly engulfed by his that he can only marvel at how easy it would be to squeeze and break every little fragile bone. For no matter her strength, no matter how far she’s come and the potential that she may yet possess, it would take little to no effort at all to crush her if he so choose.  

Lucky for her that he’s not a man to startle so easily otherwise she’d find herself on the ground, nursing a bruise or two. Instead Xemnas stands still, back stiff and tension riding through his muscles. He may as well have been carved from stone and yet the truth could be no more undeniable when he can feel the touch of her hand.

In whatever half-life it is that they walk now, there is still sensation within this existence, still enough awareness pulsing through his nerves for Xemnas to focus on the hand and the connection. On the fact that there exists at least one being in all this world who would willingly reach for his hand to hold. There exists a soul in this entire world who would trust him not to hurt her.