#temperedbydarkness

“..I know stuff’s not great between us..” Eugh not his most eloquent but then again, the Nobody ever claimed to be good with words. Still it’s the truth, Riku and himself were far from on the best of terms, if their various awkward little chats were any hint. “But..if..If you need anything, or just need quiet..you know you can come nudge at me yeah? I mean...We’re never gonna get along if we don’t try.” Not that he wanted to try forever but hey, they had made some progress at least!

Kairi is staring at her phone with a grin. "Hottie."

  Terra breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling the sea breeze in his hair. This quiet island really was a nice place to just sit and think about things. Terra wondered what force it was that guided him to the islands in the first place? What entity decided that he should be at that place, at that time... Was it truly the will of the light, as he had believed? He’ll probably never know.

    Riku sat in silence as he looked at the blind-folded older version of himself. Aquamarine eyes studied his features then lowered down to his hands as he thought about his own. This older version of himself looked so much. . . More MATURE, as if time had really shown just how badly the war had dragged them through HELL and back over and over again. So many questions danced on the teenager's lips as he thought about which ones he wanted to ask first and which ones he thought he should wait to ask until later. “. . .Are you scared to go to war again when you aren’t ready. . .?” He asked quietly as his hands curled into fists before they fell into his lap. “. . . and that it will all happen before you can prevent it. . .?”

“Ah right my mistake. Must be a different moron. Definitely isn’t the one I remember.” Grinning at Riku

It jolted Noctus upright in a flighty panic, his hand pulling the goggles that shaded his eyes back to his neck. ❝ I’m here. I’m here. I wasn’t asleep! ❞ Noctus’ eyes blinked blind to the sudden change in brightness. ❝ ...Jack? ❞ He asked, seeing a  head of silver through his squinting.

“Your face is just about stuck that way, isn’t it? The scowl.” He hummed, turning to face the other.

“Surprisingly, not talking about you this time. You’re safe.”