Do you have any ideas about your fanfics that you really want to talk about? Like, headcanons, character relationships/interactions, backstory and stuff? Thank you very much!!!
Okay first im SOOOOO SORRYYYY this took me a year to actually answer this, i swear i thought about it at least once a week this whole time.
I was originally gonna get into my headcannon/AU version of how the Radiant Garden Political system works, but I wasn’t feeling very inspired, and so instead im gonna share something I wrote for the lovely @sekhmet-rye, because she loves Xallux and i just had to spoil her. Most of this is canon to my AU, though whether those two are actually gonna be shipped together explicitly or not is something I'm still deciding, since I’m planning on keeping my series pretty much exclusively Gen.
With that said, enjoy!
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One of Roxas's earliest memories is Axel walking with him aimlessly through the sprawling corridors of the Castle That Never Was, chattering about the day to day
"-don't question that rule, Vexen will make you regret it. And Rule Number 3: don't question whatever Xaldin and Luxord have going on."
Roxas had blinked in confusing because um? What? But Axel had waved him off and he had been left wondering.
Now, months into his service, he got it.
If Xaldin wasn't ranting and raving while Luxord calmly sipped a cup of tea until the taller man ran out of steam (always one, as if the man had timed it down to a science, rarely two but always no more and no less than that), then they stared at each other at the weirdest times, or made faces at one another in meetings while Xemnas politely pretended not to notice (there was no way he didn't notice, Roxas didn't know much, but he liked to think he was good at reading his colleagues, and The Superior sometimes got a lost, wistful look in his eyes when he saw them like that, before it was gone, and he ignored them).
Roxas rounds a corner, on his way to the kitchen to get something to eat, but has to stop when he sees the two, Luxord against the wall, arms crossed, a calm and smug smile directed at the man looming over him, Xaldin snarling in fury.
Roxas blinks, evaluates the situation like Vexen had taught him all those months ago, and spins on his heel. "Remember rule number 3, Roxas; you don't want to know"
Unfortunately for Roxas, he finds that he does, actually, want to know. Xion is right behind him in that regard, and they've put their heads together to try and muddle their way through describing just what it is Luxord and Xaldin have "going on"
--- They do what they do best after fighting. Observing.
Every world, every mission, they make it their mission to watch everyone around them.
And they slowly, slowly, start to understand.
It's the way Jasmine and Aladdin hold hands, the way Alice gushes about her sister in the same breath she complains about how she drives her "madder than the Hatter!", the way Beast looks at Belle and the way Belle looks at Beast.
It's the way the kids in Twilight Town chase after each other and share ice cream at the end of the day, it's the way Axel's eyes get distant and soft in the rare times he talks about when he and Saïx were younger, the way Vexen had clucked over Zexion and Zexion had pretended to be bothered by it. The way Lexaeus had placed warm blankets on the two or bullied them into resting.
It's the way Xemnas is always searching for something he cannot remember, and the way Xigbar barely holds himself back from something he does.
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"Xigbar?"
"What's crackin' kiddo, poppet?"
"What's love?"
"....it's a million different things. It's different for everyone."
Silence. Two pairs of eyes meet, and a thousand words pass without a single sound leaving their throats. Twin, sharp nods.
"I think we get it."
Xigbar watches the two retreat and says nothing.
---
The next time Roxas and Xion catch Luxord and Xaldin doing their thing, they understand.
They love each other. It is as simple as that.
