#withherlight

Roxas stood on the edge of the clock tower, overlooking Twilight Town. He was thinking about his friends, how he would eventually either run into them but he didn’t want to just run into them, he was unsure how they would react, would they know him? He wanted to make sure he was prepared either way. 

He sighed, taking a step back to lean on the wall a little. He closed his eyes now, for what felt like a moment before he heard footsteps approaching. He froze, unsure what to do. If it was one of the gang he had nowhere to run, he was busy trying to look for another safe way down opposite to the way he knew he would normally go that he didn’t realise the footsteps had stopped at the top of the stairs now. 

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@lightheartedprotector@diverse-hearts@temperedbydarkness@paxpu-gxdess

It had been unexpected.. Quite unexpected. The day had been a normal one. Get up, do whatever he wanted until the day was over. But this day wasn’t actually a normal one. There was a dark aura. Purely dark. Not neutral like his. This could not be good. This was not a good a sign. So he appeared before the aura and saw.. Himself!? But he was wearing a dark hooded cloak, his hair was a grey-white and both his eyes were demonic orangey-yellow. His smile was twisted. Purely twisted. It was his Nobody, Sinxoct. 

They fought on completely equal footing, but Noctis were sure he could win. But that was not the case because his Nobody changed direction and aimed his strike towards the man’s friend, Stella. His instinctive reaction was to get in the way of the strike and block her from harm. Which caused him to get injured and at the disadvantage. Leading him to be knocked down and from his perspective before everything went black, killed. 

☆ ━━━ Cloud Strife was looking for his darkness. 

Some might assume it festered in his heart, and he would agree with that. He was tinged in the dark matter, his entire inside coated in gray. The problem lay in the fact that he had too much darkness and that, over time, he lost track of it and it morphed into something monstrous. 

He had to find that piece of himself that was lost among the stars somewhere, the figment that was tattered and reveled within madness. 

Cloud hoped that if he vanquished it--once and for all--he could have peace again.

His journey lead him to Hollow Bastion. It was a still a bright world when he arrived. True darkness had yet to touch the place and people clamored among crowded markets, or basked in parks laden with sweet-smelling flowers, he even saw they splashed in glittering ponds. The world was alive and brimming... and it made him anxious. Still, he couldn’t turn away when he felt that burning rage so close by. In fact, it was the closest he’d been to his darkness in months. 

He found himself locked within battle not long after. While the world was certainly pure in the town above, inside the ravines Cloud trekked he found shadows licking his heels, their glowing eyes peeking around the effervescent crystals that poked out from crags along the cliffs. Purple dust puffed up and around his boots with every step in his battle dance. His sword was cutting through the air as he went after a creature that was nearly perfectly round and at least eight feet tall. It had a tiny head with yellow dots for eyes and a face perfectly masked in shadow. While Cloud was utterly unaware what the creature could be, others more keen on the subject could tell you it was a Large Body and it was impenetrable on its front half of its body.

Cloud was certainly a strong soldier, but he wasn’t always... the brightest. He was lost in the heat of battle and was becoming frustrated with the fact that no matter how many times his ginormous sword thwacked away at the thing, it never backed down or even seemed phased in the slightest. Cloud kept hacking away until the Large Body became bored and thrust out its great girth the precise moment Cloud brought his Buster Sword crashing down--the impact resulted in a scraggly blonde man soaring through the air and landing onto the rough, flat earth with a thwack!

Cloud’s vision was hazy for a second too long and even though he was entirely breathless and his head spun as he began staggering to his feet, he seemed determined to press on against the fiend. He was stupid like that.

Until he noticed the shadowy giant charging at him belly-first and closing the gap between them at what was too quickly for something so huge. 

whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — pick 10  7 songs you find to give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse

Magna Insomnia - FFXV OST

His work and nothing more - Jekyll & Hyde musical

The Unforgiven (HBO’s Lucifer Piano Cover)  - Metallica

Dismiss - KH2.5 OST

Ardyn IV - FFXV OST

Heart of Darkness (Instrumental) - Secession Studios

Subversion of the sovereign (Instrumental) - Secession Studios

”I’ll admit, it does feel different, Aqua.”

“Lighter, emptier.. Some weird feeling I can’t exactly put into words right now. It makes me see just how much I was depending on them as much as they depend on me. I’ve got to learn little bits and pieces by them cause for a time, we were all as one. “

“But do I miss it? There’s no way that I could. They’re finally getting to start wild lives and adventures all on their own, continuing in places they left off in circumstances so much better too. Our connection isn’t lost just because we’re not housed up in the same body any longer, I’d never want to go and make my heart a prison.

“My heart was a place they could rest and be at ease until they were ready, never a prison if I had any needs leaning to that.”

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    “Oh, no; there are few combatants for ARROGANCE. In the end, I can’t fathom there’d have been any THREADS which would have led me somewhere else—choices that find an entirely different result.“ Despite it all, he sounds so CONVINCINGLY dismissive, as is the wave of his hand from where it’s perched atop a bent knee. The archmage reclines more in his position, lazily peering elsewhere with no demand that he look at her until his own words are DONE. “It is so EASY—when you have the power presented in your lap—to think yourself SPECIAL… superior. Why—? Because it is some BIRTHRIGHT?”