#zephyrlost

“Master Gula isn’t… a cat.”

The blond cracks a bashful smile, scratching the side of his face with his free hand. “That… might be dumb since you’re already wielding a Keyblade. But I swear it isn’t! It’s called bequeathing. I’m not a Keyblade Master, but in my dreams of you and your friends I… noticed Terra’s and Aqua’s spark in… Riku and Kairi is it? And I surely know that Terra isn’t a Master, so I guess I could only try.” With the shrug of his shoulders, he waits expectantly for the other to take the blade. (2/2)

♕  - Before his eyes the second he turns is a familiar instrument of the heart. Those sharp edges and the missing section of a heart holds a particular gleam to it that he finds himself unfamiliar with this time around. In fact the weight of this situation holds a distinct change that could be picked up through senses along. This leads Sora to keep a focused eye onto the keybearer before him as hilt of Lost Memory is settled in his direction. “...” His mouth slowly opens, partially tempted to ask, yet, it’s the look made by the blonde that draws him to silence and compels him to listen instead.

The feeling this gives his heart is akin to a ritual as the drawn words strum a chord of resonance within his chest. For a moment part of him swears he could see mysterious figures settled behind Ven, obscured by a mythical haze. “Um..” With uncertainty his hand begins to rise until the official measure of behavior cracks to a much more familiar guise. Now this allows the brunette to relax as the origin point of this sporadic act is offered. Realization stirs within his eyes as a tinge of surprise, soon tilting towards disbelief. “Really? Wait you mean this is the genuine way something like this is supposed to go?”

Thinking hard on it, isn’t the whole idea of how one obtains a keyblade is mysterious from the start? At least within his mind the intricacies of becoming one of the chosen aren’t so quickly grasp. He knows of coming to rise with a keyblade, doing what you believe with one, how the status can even be elevated to Masters of the Keyblade. So why did this tidbit give him a weird feeling? ‘..Taking ultimately wouldn’t have some weird repercussion down the line would it?‘ In his mind they all should keep a handle on what belongs to them.

“And this is how they got it? Doing something like this with them?”

...

Sora’s outstretched hand soon balls into a fist, tensing, only to open back up as he calls forth the Kingdom Key into his hand instead. Flipping it in a similar fashion, the golden design of it’s lower end is shown off while he meets Ventus eye to eye, revealing a boyish grin as he aims to take his own spin upon tradition.

Instead he’d tap their respective handles together.

“Then how about this? No taking. Seeing how we’re both wielders of the keyblade-- friends, why don’t we make a promise like this instead?” Part of him couldn’t deny being tempted to try the serious act as well. It’s clear Sora’s acting is taking a stretch as lighthearted disposition edged into one of authority. Part of him swears he could feel a beat of life drum through the Kingdom Key’s interior, as if it was will was taking place into this moment as well. Motivated, a reaffirmed grip is made upon the hilt.

“With ourselves and our keyblades as witnesses. Through this act of standing together, me and you from this day on Ventus, will be known as Sworn brothers. We’ll always stick it out through each other through the thick and thin.”

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✩*~ “ What can I say? I just really like holding hands.      So if someone graces me with their hand... Of course I’m going to hold it~ ”

🧂🧂🧂 meme / not accepting

@hclianthi: least favourite part of kh3

so i’ve only played kh3 once at this point though i’ve rewatched it plenty of times. story wise, i’m not certain if there’s a singular moment that sticks out to me as my least favourite part since most of the story beats are kinda short and didn’t have a lasting effect. that’s what happens when your pacing is bad, nomura.  

              "hey ven, why don't we take a break, yeah? we could. . . go to another world? check up on some of our friends?" they had been training nearly all morning, and if they didn't take a break, he knew they would push themselves too hard. the last thing anyone needs was the both of them not even being able to carry themselves back into the castle. "you can pick where we go, if you want."

some ask meme i forgot

      The words called forth a memory Sora tried to repressed time and time again. Vacant skyscrapers looming above him. Shallow breaths getting harder to come by with each inhale. And limbs that felt too heavy to move the most he could manage was a twitch of the finger. All the while the very person who lured him into their trap knelt there knowing this scenario would play out as intended.

                                      ‘I was powerless to stop it.’

      Both their hearts may have broke but Sora walked right into his destruction. He ran in head first believing he was doing the right thing and he paid the price. Heart stitched back together with pieces that didn’t belong to him.

      What was Ventus’s crime? For what reason did he have to suffer such a traumatic experience as the destruction of one’s heart? 

      There was none.

      He was powerless.

      One hand pressed against his chest as his head bowed down. It ached knowing Ventus had to suffer the same, if not worse. Sora’s heart shattered but having one’s heart ripped in half? To still be alive as half a person? If you could even be called ‘alive’. How did the heart survive after that?

                                     Powerless. 

      He scarcely realized his lip start to quiver as a heavy tear rolled down his cheek. Sora picked his head up to turn to Ventus. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured. The tight fist he held closely wanted to reach out but it stayed rooted in place. “I’m sorry. You didn’t– … Nobody deserves…” he trailed off into a soft sigh, wiping the tear away. 

      dark corridors were a handy thing, taking xigbar really anywhere he wanted. he wasn’t planning on running into any guardians of light but after seeing ventus wandering around town he thought it might as well be ‘nice’ to chat!   “ after all these years it’s finally the real you i’m seeing. you met roxas by now, didn’t you? ha ha, just like looking in a mirror... ”  he steps into the light and greets the other with a smirk. 

Plays dead @Lauriam c:

                        ❝   ---  er  . . .   ventus ?   is  everything . . .  alright ?   ❞