#seanamed

@seanamed said: ❝ I like your necklace . Did you make it yourself ? ❞

Sokka's hand instinctively rose to the carved necklace resting against his neck, his fingers brushing over the smooth bone pieces as a smile spread across his face. “Thanks.” His thumb lingered against the carving. “I didn't make this one. My dad did. He gave it to me as a becoming a man gift before he left for the war.” There was unmistakable pride in his voice as he caressed it.

“Every line carved into it means something—where I come from, who my family is, the kind of man I'm supposed to be,” he chuckled, “kind of hard to lose your way when you've got a reminder hanging around your neck every day.”

His gaze drifted back to Moana, warmth settling easily into his features. Somewhere along the way, she'd become family to him, and he loved her as though she'd always been his little sister. He’d made a promise to himself that he'd spend the rest of his life making sure nothing ever happened to her.

“I've made plenty of necklaces myself, though,” he added, the teasing spark returning to his eyes. “If you ever want one, all you've gotta do is ask.” His grin widened as he lightly bumped her shoulder. “I'd make one for you without thinking twice.”

lovesick fools. -- @seanamed.

traveling to other worlds could get a little exhausting sometimes, especially when he had been practically dragged out of bed way too early for his liking. he wasn't exactly a morning person, not when he had been up late the night prior trying to figure out where he planned to go next in his search for Sora. he must've dozed off for a bit when he got to this world, though Roxas couldn't exactly recall just when he closed his eyes. part of him wanted to blame his surroundings. the island he was on was beautiful, peaceful and calm. the weather was nice and the breeze was soothing. and it wasn't like he was really on any kind of time limit. he was, however, a little embarrassed when he realized he'd been found out. groaning softly, he reached up to rub at his eyes, pushing himself into a sitting position and taking a moment to regain his bearings before he turned his attention to the girl who'd found him. 『 ❝ oh... uh... good morning? ❞ 』 did he sound as awkward as he thought he did? he inwardly grimaced, quickly moving to stand up and dust himself off, trying to save some face by acting as casual as possible, 『 ❝ sorry... I think I lost my friends. I don't suppose you've seen them? tall guy with red hair and a shorter girl with black hair? ❞ 』

Somehow, the simplicity in how she stated it made it sound leagues more amusing than it actually was. His face ached with the need to keep his laughter suppressed, yet, it hadn't dwindled the brightened amusement that danced upon the features of the Islander. "I'd be no different than a mercenary for Heartless in that light. While that plays no small part, there's a lot more responsibility that found itself tucked into it."

In some wayward direction of his mind, did ideas about World Order spin warnings in his head. Whether through Yen Sid's baritone monologues, or the squawking of a certain duck, the price of knowledge never failed in having the most uncanny ways of being exacted. A more prominent and confident side of the Keybearer no longer found any fear in such idealism. It could be considered some of the starting etches of his own personalized belief.

"At least with how it stands nowadays, Keyblade wielders hold a duty to protect the realms. ..And people have to make their judgements on if they should even be trusted on their worlds. I think it's good that they question anything too out of the ordinary."

"There's no shortage of difficult times you'll find taking that road too. Worlds upon the brink of ruin, brave people unwilling to let it all go out without a fight.. People who control all sorts of powers also aim to unmake everything. That's our biggest priority." No longer was it just the initial perspective of 'All Consuming Darkness' alone. Even now, he can remember before the Grand Heart in how he felt an unparalleled agony of his light, his definition of humanity being stripped away.

How his nature as a Heartless gave him the form to rebel against a force beginning to dictate All's End.