#xnymphae

        "here, have some of this. it'll cheer you up !"

@xnymphae 

|| Everything was warm. The evening sun dipping under the horizon, the sand beneath her feet, the humid heat radiating from the tropical plants of the island.

Aster couldn’t recall exactly the last time she had been to the beach, but it felt  far too long.

Aqua and herself had been watching the boys spar on the beach, drinking paopu juice and chatting for most of the afternoon. Between the two gifted mages, there was quite a lot to talk about.

how she could even stand to be before him? to look at him with such a soft gaze? he had done so much to cause the destruction of their home, of their master. . . terra could only imagine the horrors she faced in the realm of darkness, all alone. and yet she stood before him, taking the blame herself.

classic aqua -- it almost made him want to laugh. almost. instead, the sound that left him was akin to a sob, a strangled sound he had been trying to hold back. he cannot stop as he leaned into her touch, shuddering at the warmth spreading from her hand. terra wasn't sure he would ever be able to feel this ever again.

        "aqua--" hand rose to rest over hers, shaking his head. "--it was never your fault. you --- you did everything you could. i was the one who let the darkness in my heart show and xehanort took advantage of that." his free hand rose to wipe away the tears from her cheeks. "everything that happened. . . was because i was weak, and i can never. . . apologize enough to you or ven, and even master eraqus. . ."

gently, he pulled her hand from his cheek, tears spilling freely now.

〔 ❆ 〕 ❛❛ AQUA ; ( @xnymphae​ )                                “   An accidental mistletoe...  oh my. :3c  ”             send me   ‘ mistletoe ’   for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse.   specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose. | accepting

      ✧・ﾟ:*❄ The great hall was already full of people, yet Elsa had lingered in her room, weaving ice into her hair to keep it in place. She didn't care much for crowds, but as Queen, she was expected to make an appearance. At least Anna would be there to to take the brunt of the small talk and pleasantries - and Aqua ( Elsa’s heart sped up ) would be at her side as a special guest. Elsa wrung her hands as she looked at her reflection one last time. She took a deep breath and let it out, willing her tension and nerves to go with it.

      Outside her bedroom, down the hall, and at the base of the stairs stood the blue haired woman. A vision of grace in everything she did, and as Elsa took hold of her arm, a little smirk played on her lips as mischief danced in her icy blue eyes.

      ❝ You didn't notice, did you? ❞ How could she? The small bit of decorative greenery sat camouflaged against wreaths and blooms - Elsa had only noticed it because it had been in her sight as she descended the stairs, all the while, her stomach flipped and fluttered the closer she got to the other woman.

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♕ - Once again did those fingers fall, finding a familiar beat at a familiar place, leaving him in the end to be caught, dragged forth from the moment of reverie and back into the current state of the presence. A soft gasp echos up from the keybearer settled at the cistern’s steps by the training grounds from wielders of a entirely different generation. Recognition flashes within his eyes as the presence of heart alone reveals the who, leading for tilted gaze to be more of a study as he catches the sight of a welcoming, smiling face. Their exchange of course leads to that familiar sway of a ruffling to begin.

One that feels along the edges edges nostalgic to the point of utterly embarrassing. For the life of him, Sora wasn’t sure why that feeling persists when he could tell that the woman’s place comes from a stance of good will. However it was hard to hide, that scrunched expression, one that borders comical to the point of stubborn before a gentle flare of smoke puffs from his nostrils. “You always manage to surprise me with that.” Comes the idle comment, a reflection of the many times through their wanderings, no matter the place or world, where she did managed to capture him with the gesture.

It only leaves him with a wish of what goes through her mind whenever that’s given a shot. Small turns of the page back into past days, past moments, there’s always that glance within her eyes that manage to thread together both the gaze and the heart. One that slips into maternal concerns and he’s become increasingly aware of it, the extra doting of concern, small preps to both his form and to style usually brandished at his own. Was he.. Put off by it? That didn’t feel quite right.

Digging deeper into the emotions does lead to one answer, one that burns with a tinge of acrid guilt if he considers it further, the idea made him feel young.

In association with that term, his history with it, more often it made the snapping voice in the back of his mind wonder if she was looking down upon him. Sora’s road had often been the sort that endured those feelings that bristled and pricked, merciless thorns made from burning flowers. Comfort of what should’ve been a boost to the spirit turns to the idle feeling of being patronizing despite his incessant need to swallow down the bitter pill, to firmly tap at his chest and carry on. Amidst the newly risen league of keyblade wielders, to be reminded of such a taste is too bitter of an idea to take, one that only serves to make him feel small.

To prove to so many that did carry on the idea of doubt that he can handle it.

”Ten times and counting, I’m gettin’ ya when ya try the next sneak up.” He comments with mirthful sense of enthusiasm. Scooting himself over with a small thump is a invitation, a sign to join him if she wishes. At this point he still never had the heart to really go over that with her just yet. Just reflecting on the years spent threading for survival, enduring by tooth and nail, surviving in the realm of darkness only makes that ache widen within his chest. To this day, he still could never truly fathom how being disconnected for such an insanely long time can effect even the strongest hearts.