#thedancingflame

● - Sad headcanon

It is when he dies does he realize that he has a heart, that he has had one for the past few months. He will try to drag himself from the wreckage of Castle Oblivion on bloody, torn hands and broken legs to tell everyone, someone of the lies he has just learned.

He will not make it. His arms are too weak, his legs will not hold him any longer until he falls, cheek hitting the rubble with a crack but the pain will matter little. He will fade into fragments of darkness with the thoughts of failure. What he has worked so hard for, what he has done will amount to nothing. Pain, genuine pain will fill his face as he realizes this.

I am sorry, he will struggle to get the words out as the last of the darkness consumes him.

♠ - Painful headcanon

It will be nearly impossible to get Marluxia into a relationship while he is a nobody. He looks down on these memories of emotions, finding them poorly made replicas and unworthy of being felt. He thinks anyone weak if they comply to these false desires, indulge in these lies.

♥ - Love headcanon

When he learns of a attraction to someone he does his best to completely repress it. (see above) 

But, when in love he is head-over-heels in it. He is as sure in his love as anything else in his life. Of course, he will probably never show it to anyone--probably not even the object of his affection.

☆ - Appearance headcanon

Two: My muse will get down on their knees for your muse.

Five: My muse dominates yours.

"I think you have me confused for someone else…" Roxas gave the strange yet… familiar man that stopped him in the street a once over.

"No, I definitely know you… Roxas, right? We’re best friends," the red head smiled cautiously.

Roxas resisted the urge to laugh, but there was a hint of humor in his voice as he replied. “Ah, no. Not possible.” He turned to leave then, when he felt a snag on his wrist.

"No, please," the man was becoming persistent. Roxas declined again, and soon it became tug-of-war, but it wasn’t fun.

Although the stranger was clearly bigger, Roxas was more nimble, and in a brief power struggle, the blond managed to pin the red head to the ground, knees digging into arms that were more strong than they seemed.

The red head growled something but Roxas didn’t pay attention, he was too busy trying to calm his breathing after the short match. He leaned down, getting right into the man’s face.

Roxas managed to sneak and scale a fire escape on the back of a music store. 

This...this was perfect. He sat at the edge, near the sign and dangled his legs off. He could listen to the music and enjoy the view at the same time.

Best part? No one else could see him.