#thermogenetic

ϟ  ┇ “You’re a NOBODY, Axel. Darkness lives in us forever. You’re a fool for thinking you actually mean something to someone.” 

And down went Roxas. Panting a bit, he just let his body fall down into a laying down position. His keyblade laying down next to him now. “I give up, you win Axel.” Roxas had yet to beat the other in a dual, it was almost irritating in a way. While he did enjoy the friendly spars, he always felt like whenever he is so close to beating him. So close to seeing his improvement. It’s all for naught.

ϟ  ┇ “Such bold words, how can you be so sure?”

⊰♘☯⊱ To say that he wasn't disoriented would be an understatement, memories flowing              about his cranium to the point that it's miracle he even managed to arrive in town              anyways. Chance most likely, followed by a degree of stubborn behavior that had              more times than not shown itself in the knight. Where is he? The world is unfamiliar              and seemed like it was a lot more... advanced than other places. Shops littering the              streets followed by children laughing, most likely enjoying their freedom at this time              before curious gazes lingered on his worn down form at first then going about              their business.              It hurt more than he'd care to admit to come there; having had pushed himself after              only getting one shot at redemption yet there isn't much else he may try. Twilight              Town seemed unusually peaceful to him, enough it made him question whether or              not if he can gather answers there so easily. Maybe, maybe not, he wouldn't be              able to know until he tried. Although there is another gaze he took note of, some              person is watching intently, closely, almost out of intrigue and curiosity dwelling              is his best guess but he can't exactly place it. It's hard to while this out of it.             "Who's there?" Not that he's in a position to be making demands, but he did need to               start somewhere.

                                       ❝---- what's going on with this city?                                     And what the hell are those white monsters?                                                  I never saw them at Bodhum.                                              can you answer my questions red?                            I guess the cat got your tongue. ❞

     "Tha'tesato:tat. They will hear you."

Lea’s a generally easy going guy. For the most part, he’s known as the aloof burnout who’s inherently nice no matter how crass his words might be, but his failings come with how hard he hits the bottle and depends on drinking to be at ease in almost all social situations. This combined with his bullheaded disposition creates an actual monster.His quiet demeanor shifts down, and he becomes unbearably honest and only excusable because he’s usually surrounded by people who’re too drunk to remember the next morning or inherently cruel as well. Lea’s an uneducated bigot, and when drunk, this becomes evident by how he projects his internalized homophobia and distaste for the queer community onto whoever’s talking to him. Never mind that he’s queer himself and currently involved with a transman who just ‘deals.’His denial and problematic behavior comes from being raised by his grandpa (who’s liberal but still not educated enough to say more than ‘who gives a fuck’) and a mother who projects his has-been rockstar father’s hyper-masculinity onto him even though said father hasn’t been in the picture outside of a bank account and Rolling Stone interviews since his birth. Lea is in need of serious rewiring, but he’s resistant.