#xpurpose

@x-purpose​ Asked: “Actually I’m only 23% drunk.”

Shit Said While Drunk || Accepting

A flippant, deflective response.  What else had he expected?  Xigbar would not change, nor would he reveal any more than he chose to.  He knew something.  Something important, more than he would ever admit to.  It was the reason he was still here, the reason he was, for want of a better word, loyal.

Loyal to who, or what, that was the mystery.    

Xemnas did not like mysteries, especially not in someone so absolutely, frustratingly key to his plans.  Xigbar was essential.  And even if he was not, disposing of him would mean losing whatever secrets he was hiding.  

“…That is irrelevant.”

the correct term is Xehadork

     {☾} – Sometimes sneaking away when he was supposed to be working was incredibly dangerous. He found himself locked away in his office with Ansem. They were moving quickly, their bodies pressing together. He smiles and pressed a kiss to Ansem’s lips. Before he could speak, he heard a knock at his door and he gasped. 

“Merman,” Demyx corrected automatically.  He was a guy.  He flinched when he realized how he’d just spoken to the Superior.  “Oh, uh, I’m sorry, uh… sir.”  He stumbled over his words as he thought of what to say.

How did you describe what was just normal to you?  “It’s peaceful, down there.  Even our soldiers don’t really do a lot of fighting.  And it’s never quiet like this.  Even the waves around us sing, if you know how to listen.  Everything was easier down there, it felt like.”  He ran his hands self-consciously over his new kneecaps.  “I miss it.”  

Another Nobody. Number X. Luxord. He was still recovering from becoming a new species, but he was already annoying Isa. They all did. It was the taste, more than anything--Nobodies tasted like ash and dust, made them cough when they had to sit in the Throne Room for too long.

This was it.

Despite everything he’d tried, this had still come to pass.

But Lourd had put too much into this to give up now. There was still hope -- he’d changed enough that Xehanort had tried to assassinate him at least once that he was certain of.

That meant Xehanort considered him a threat.

And the prince had planned for this -- after all, he could only make changes to Radiant Garden. He knew only what his future alternate had crammed into his head. Anything that Xehanort did outside Radiant Garden was lost to him... until now.

Later he couldn’t say why, this time, he was able to sense the battle. Was that what had alerted Braig? Either way, once he did sense the magic, the sudden flare of animosity, he threw down his hand and ran out of the pub where he’d been holding court at the perpetual poker game.

He reached the town square just as Braig left it, clearly headed for the Castle and Uncle.

Perfect.