#umbraestus

// an offering for @calamitysshatteredson. also an unfinished art. will i ever finish? let’s hope sldkfjs just a smol thank you for providing me with equal amounts of soft and angst contents on each and every single muse of mine

in 2012 i had a repliku rp blog and it lasted until maybe 2014?? but during that time my repliku became friends with a xion rp blog! it was very sweet i love the replica siblings so much to this day

      The Organization may be full of a bunch of rotten people but at least their couches were comfy. Sora spread himself out on one of the couches with his feet kicked up on the opposite armrest and arms folded behind his head. It was a lounge area, might as well use it to lounge around. He could have laid about his room but Sora preferred the view of the sky from the Grey Area than his bedroom. These windows went from the ceiling to the floor as opposed to a simple cutout. No way he was missing out on that!

       If he really tuned out of his surroundings Sora could pretend he was back home looking at the sky from the beach at night. 

      Actually... he might’ve tuned out a bit too well. Or maybe he was more exhausted than he realized. But Sora’s eyes slowly blinked shut as sleep teetered closer and closer to the vessel. Sora might have fallen asleep right then and there on the couch if he hadn’t started rolling over and--

      THUNK!

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Here he was, in a nice warm bed with fluffy blankets and he couldn’t sleep. He could feel the hum of the fridge and the heater through the apartment, the sound of the tram drifting in from the outside. All was calm and peaceful in Twilight Town.

He sighed, turning over. Everything was fine. He was alive with Axel, Xion and Saix- no, Isa now. They were alive and together. Everything was fine.

Except it wasn’t. Nightmares from the past rose up like demons from the deep, grabbing ahold of him with a deadly embrace. Killing Xion, fighting Axel, Saix’s cruelty . . .

Dying.

Nobody. Less than nothing. Never supposed to exist. A mistake.

“Go away, go away!” he whispered, pulling his knees to his chest.

He couldn’t bother Axel or Isa. Both needed rest since they worked so hard to provide for Xion  and himself. They thought he didn’t know but he did. And deep down, Roxas was terrified that if he was too much of a bother they’d simply get rid of him. He had to be perfect. But that was so hard. Integrating with normal children at school was so damn hard. There was just so much he didn’t know.

He could stand it no longer. He needed . . . He didn’t know what he needed but he knew who could help. Who better than Xion? They shared the same heart for some time, had both resided in Sora. They could understand better than anyone.

Roxas slipped from his room and padded over to Xion’s room, his socked feet soft on the wood floor.

“Xion? Are you awake?

There’s a very short blank look when he’s approached, curious but willing to let the situation play out; the expression replaced by sheer amusement while the “not-quite-MT” (because he isn’t about to classify them by what they’re not, right?) clings.  It’s adorable, and Prompto can’t help a little chuckle as his attention is entirely taken, gently petting over XIon’s hair to start.

“Have I been ignoring you?”  The question is rhetorical, in good humor, but he leaves it open in case he has been.  He gets busy sometimes, the same as anyone else, but he’s more than happy to slowly wind his arms around this kid (which he only refers to them as in his head, because as far as he’s concerned he’s still a kid in enough ways to open himself up to teasing if anyone else heard) and spend a little time giving whatever’s requested.  In words or otherwise.

               @umbraestus​     ✞✞      📔  Secret word

                overwhelming —- overwhelmed —- overwhelm.          bury or drown.       thats what im feeling, this is what i feel it’s been 10 days since i went to look for the word i feel — this this is it. i feel it deep in my bones. —– i haven’t told anyone about it so theres that. it’s weird ya know —- but okay. im breathing and kinda just being. and i think thats something to count for ——

                my heads been hurting for awhile. i think im gonna go lay down before someone comes looking for me to do stuff with them.