#visumbra

‘ Geez----now I have to congratulate you for making it this far. Who’d know the underdog would testament something special as a whole being--although I can’t say for sure in the end you didn’t lose something. Do you feel fulfilled, “Keyblade Wielder”? ’ he insinuates, fingers attaching the quip in quotation marks. Shoulders shrug into an aimless gesture; ambiguous to the finer details as his saunter stays casual--as if he’s slowly circling his next ‘unsuspecting’ prey. He tilts the side of his facade, the edge of his metallic guard catching the sunlight’s glisten.

He’d spent too much time avoiding the taller male-- briskly walking away upon seeing him down a hall, leaving any room he entered.. It was no way to work. Confrontation would have to happen. Ienzo felt guilty for what he’d done without his heart-- trying to manipulate a lost young man... it wasn’t right.

Yet fear cluttered his mind-- for Riku was the one who’d brought about Zexion’s demise. The Replica that took his life wore his face-- so facing the male was a terrifying prospect.

Still, he had to do it.

Ienzo managed to track the Master down within the library, clearing his throat as he entered, but keeping significant space between them. He was frightened, but determined not to let that fear control him. 

  because nomura has the storytelling skills of a second grader

ok how about big bro.