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Tracing Their Scars || accepting

The Freeshooter tenses under his Superior’s touch, teeth clenched and golden eye narrowing in weak protest as the other brushes against his most prominent scar. The gloved hand moves slowly downwards, tracing that jagged line downwards from the corner of his burning eye before looping under to the tender space underneath his jaw. He rolls his head back, letting his chin be tilted gently up by the other’s controlling hand. 

I need you

Vexen’s shoulders sunk, letting out a grunt of frustration as the request came his way. If he had his way, he would be able to say no and that be the end of it. After days in the lab he couldn’t wait to be on his own - but he knew it would be unreasonable to say no. Damn, he could even drop him off at his own house and it would’ve been a short walk for Xemnas.

Sleepless nights became more and more common as Xion found it difficult to avoid thinking about everything. About her existence. How she held memories that weren’t her own. That her power drained Roxas’s. Things like longing to just have peace and enjoy being with her friends-- no, her best friends. And Sora. A lot about Sora, who he was, what he was like... there were many things about him she could piece together from his memories, but for the most part, she could only guess.

eVER SINCE I WATCHED THIS VIDEO MY LIFE HAS KNOWN NO PEACE

Doctor Angela Ziegler was first on scene. A call for some type of A T T A C K in the city, but none of it seemed to make sense in the reports. Something about monsters. Something about teleportation. The specifics really were not her concern, however. There was injured men out there, and they needed a doctor. 

Her nurses followed suit, tending to those within sight. Angela took to looking in the more hidden places, worried about the victims still hiding from the attack. What she found was a man in the shadows, with golden eyes. 

         “Oh-- Yeah! Do ya have my cold room ready though? Cause uhh...this kinda gives me a fever somethin’ fierce. Cause I’m expandin’ more energy than wha’s normal so i’ goes pas’ my usual migraines. Like, i’s one thin’ ta see i’. Bu’ ta solidify i’ an’ make i’ corporeal is anotha thin’,” {/Still, she’s already getting ready to show him, a couple of steps back, Nicole is thinking on what to show him first.}