singe the lining of his throat with his transgressions and broken promises of salvation, carry him back to winter’s ephemeral border and its hushed eclipse; features paralyzed with depravity but he moves to respond;

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my opinion on:

    character in general: xION IS ME TINY SUNSHINE DAUGHTER !!! I LOV E HER SO MU CHHHHH GO DD D D DDD I WANNA PUT HER IN MY POCKET AND GIVE HER HUGS ALL THE TIME AND MAKE SURE SHE IS HAPPY 24/7 BC SHE FUCKIN DESERVES IT     how they play them: xion is in such good hands with rain. like. holy shit. i can’t even comprehend how accurately rain writes this little warrior princess?? i  ???? jE SS US —     the mun: rAIN AHHHH rain is one of the first friends that i made w/in the kh community !! i love her so much she is so unbelievably precious and she never fails to make me laugh w/ all the nerdy stuff she sends me aND THEN SHE MAKES ME CRY W/ ROKUSHI AND THE SEASALT TRIO AND NOW W/ FUC KIN G ISA i’ll fight you over rain

do i:

    follow them: no why     rp with them: no why     want to rp with them: gross no why     ship their character with mine: stares into the camera like im on the office

what is my:

     ❛--S’not bad.❜ 

He may or may not be chomping away at a slice of his child’s birthday cake before it had been tasted by the boy himself----- but someone had to make sure it was edible, right? 

     ❛Oh?❜ 

And he’s immediately interested; not because of the inclusion of himself and Aerith within the child’s question, but because apparently his numerous trips away have left him blind to the seemingly very real happenings in Xion’s life. It wasn’t that he doubted the girl, of course– but he couldn’t help but feel a little cautious about the person she claimed to feel so strongly for that he’d yet to actually meet. 

However– it was common for a child to seek their parents’ counsel for such things, was it not? He’d barely had any experience in it himself - his remaining family had been long dead ( murdered, a voice in his head whispers ) before he’d felt any shred of real romantic attraction for someone - but Cloud had grown into something of a master of adaptation since then, and although he stumbled and faltered and seeped awkwardness more often than not during his time as a father, an attempt to ease the girl’s concerns would at least be made. 

Although the concept of putting what had happened between him and her mother into words was more difficult than Xion might assume. 

Their initial meeting had proven to be rather brief and ordinary, in fact– especially in comparison to the second time they’d found themselves within in each others presence. There’d been no sparks, no instant promises of love at first sight; only the itch of a badly timed distraction and—- a flower. 

A flower which had eventually found itself more comfortable within the small fingers of a little girl rather than his own; gloved and worn and a slight blood stained ( Marlene had looked at him so timidly in those early days ). A bloom that had become a little more symbolic than he’d once expected– so pretty and stubborn among the dirt, but oh-so vulnerable to the cold and frost of withering away. His love for Aerith had not developed until after the Masamune’s bite had torn its way through her stomach, had not even been considered until his mind had split apart and each seam and crack was filled with something rotten. She had been a diamond in the rough, a trickle of laughter in the silence, a burst of colour against the most empty of canvases; and it had been then, perhaps, during his most lonely, his most hidden wants had come to life.

His head had sculpted her image so perfectly that when revival sought life into that worn, lake-drenched body, her quirks and flaws and wounds had made her all the more attractive– all the more beautiful– all the more real. She’d been more than what perfection could ever present, and he’d been instantly magnetized.

She’d been hurt and a little broken and a little tattered ‘round the edges. And it had been comforting, selfishly so. That someone he held so highly could be a bit messed up and a bit bruised and still present such genuine joy, such well-worn smiles– a kind of happiness in her skin that he was still trying to learn. And each grin and tease and jab and frown had chipped away at the dried rot inside of him, bit by bit, piece by piece; until he’d realized, belatedly, that he’d actually been quite smitten by her since the very beginning. That maybe one day he could be like that too. That maybe he didn’t have to let all the bad things that had happened defeat him. That maybe hope wasn’t quite as far off as it’d seemed. She’d given him to motivation to keep going, to keep trying; to accept that the second chance at life she’d forced upon him didn’t have to be all that bad.

Their love was not perfect because they were not perfect people. They’d butted heads on more than the odd occasion. They challenged each other and fought, found comfort in the others presence, found safety in places where there was once none. It was a kind of love that he knew he could not do without - not now that he’d learnt well of how death tasted, how terribly loss ground at his bones and burned at the innards of his skull - but that had similarly taught him that he didn’t have to settle for ‘I’m doing fine’ and had instead given him the opportunity to reach for ‘I’m doing great.’ 

Aerith was autumn in their meeting, winter in her death, spring in her revival– and now, she’d given him a little bit of summer to brighten each day no matter what the years deposited by their feet. Things didn’t have to be perfect for them to be appreciated and cared for, and love didn’t have to scream and shout for it to be noticed.

    ❛–It’s a little hard to explain.    I figure when it happens, you’ll just know.❜ 

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[ txt. xi ] i can’t believe she came back.[ txt. xi ] she’s so pretty...[ txt. xi ] kinda scares me how she’s always been this nice, too.

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[ txt. xi ] i don’t think i’ll ever get over him.[ txt. xi ] it’s really pathetic how i’m angry about it.[ txt. xi ] it’s my fault, anyway.DELETE?>YESNO

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[ txt. xi ] AQUA IS MINE. I CALLED DIBS.[ txt. xi ] I SWEAR I’LL RUIN YOU IF YOU EVEN //HINT// AT IT.[ txt. xi ] YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND WTF XION.

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[ txt. xi ] thanks for always being there for me.[ txt. xi ] seriously, i really love you, xion.

Send ♣ for a drunk message

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

txt - xion || i’m awaketxt - xion || just so you knowtxt - xion || if you need anything just call me

Send ✘ for an unsent text

txt - xion || i know you’re scaredtxt - xion || fuck it, so am itxt - xion || i’m terrified that one too many sips is gonna take you away from us forever                               ——-Discard messages?                                             >YES

Send ☠ for a threatening message

txt - xion || if you tell anyone what i just said i’ll shove my foot so far up your ass it comes out of your mouth

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

txt - xion || stay safe for me

Send ♣ for a drunk random message

     he’s still getting used to being called isa again. it’s a name      that he no longer thinks he deserves --- not after what he’s      done.

              ( he  still  feels  him,   feels   the   darkness,   crawling                under his skin.  isa screams without making a sound. )

     he’s also still getting used to seeing  her  again;    after her      return was complete,   the stalled memories began to flow.      isa recalls  all that he put her  through,   every  struggle  he      just made worse for her all in the sake of jealousy. without      a heart, he’d been cruel. and with a heart --- he wonders if      it’ll even make a difference.