#[ those formchanges - in both games - are instinctive and tailored to the person ]

[stellarhistoria]

it was a different kind of smile that rested on his expression while the admiration was happening; a sort of nostalgic wince that he veils behind a smile. the one he knows, he's not nearly so enthusiastic like this anymore, and it's refreshing, for a moment, but then quickly saddening... knowing what is sure to come, be it distant or close within reach. but then roxas flickers his gaze to watch the attempt, and that bitter nostalgia is wiped away with a wash of playful mirth.

"Oi, lil' man, are you thinking too much on what you were wanting to get instead of what you were just leaning into?" the ex - nobody wanders closer and twirls the spear, poking his shoulder ever so slightly with the sharp end as if to remind him of something.

"All of what you've done so far has come to you on instinct, on desire to learn. Why force it now? Desummon your Keyblade, it'll reset itself. Try again." at which point he steps back and stabs the end of the spear into the ground as if to be a stalwart force against what could, might, happen when he tries again this time.

{♕} A small gasp left Sora was he watched the other’s keyblade shimmer and change shape. Stepping closer, he examined each end of the spear and lightly rubbed the ribbon between his fingers, making sure that the fabric was actually there. 

“...Roxas...this is....so COOL!” 

He had to try it himself. He wasn’t even sure what kind of weapon he was trying to turn his keyblade into. Maybe something sleek like a samurai sword? Or maybe the gun Roxas had mentioned earlier! The possibilies seemed endless and before Sora had really decided on what he wanted his keyblade to turn into, he tossed his keyblade into the air. 

Closing his eyes, Sora concentrated, reaching out to influence the magic. A smile crossed his face as he focused, relishing in the warmth of the magic. He could never really explain it, but he treasured the feeling. His keyblade glittered and his eyes remained closed, the weapon that dropped into his hand...was a something? It looked as if his keyblade had half shifted into a mix of several weapons, but hadn’t settled into one weapon. 

“Uh...I think...something went wrong...”