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im remaking right now immediately ive never felt so alive i miss my girl i love my girl i am HERE for my GIRL

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HEY EVERYBODY XION AMIRITE

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xion : i’ve decided that i have to go back to where i belong [ that i have to die ]. axel : well, to be honest, i always thought that was best, right from the very beginning.

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the docs going well

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im working on finishing up my doc today / over the weekend!!  i’m operating under the assumption that people who are currently mains with me would like to remain as such, but if anybody’s been put off by my absence / moved on, thats totally fine --- please just lemme know!

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ok its....bed time

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he tucked a bright blue flower in her hair with a grin, quickly shifting to sit across from her once he felt that it was properly secure. ❝ i found that earlier and thought you might like it. it’s pretty, huh? ❞ his grin only grew wider, eyes shut in an expression of absolute glee. ❝ it reminded me of you! ❞

@wiindus  /  broken dolls & broken glass & ice & (  …  ) flowers?

Despite watching the hand lift and raise towards her face, she’s still startled by the touch, shoulders going briefly rigid.  Yet the fear goes as quick as it came, eyes half - lidding in apparent delight as she realizes his intention.  Oh!  Tucked behind her ear —— and it’s so pretty.  A hand raises to press to the flora gently / carefully, and a bright, helpless giggle flutters past her too - pale lips.  What a sweet gift, and it’s her favourite colour, too.

“Thank you, Ven!  It is pretty!”  She watches his face go happier —— he’s all but glittering in the bright warmth of his joy.  Impossible for the mirror girl not to reflect it.  And he says it — reminded him of her?

That startles her; she feels her lips part and her eyes widen.  Of her?  There’s a brief but savage rejection that flits through her skull; she is the opposite of this.  Flowers are growth and life and softness and flowers are PRETTY and she is ———— a doll / glass / the aftermath of something / crystal ice / barely even a girl.  And he thinks that she is…

He thought of her.

He thinks that she is like the flower tucked into her hair.

It’s strange that she feels tears pressing at her eyes, and not so strange that she rapidly blinks them away before laughing, bright as his joy, and grabbing Ventus in a hug that’s only a little awkward.

He thinks she is like something ALIVE and BEAUTIFUL.

“Thank you —— thank you.  That’s the NICEST THING anybody’s ever said to me.”

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i should make a doc huh

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heartslight‌:

     ❛  c’mon, xion… i’m sure it’ll be fine!  ❜ he says it with a grin in place that promised things would most definitely not be fine, but when has that ever stopped him? fork in hand takes apart the delicacy before them and there’s no drop of shame in the bite he indulges in. ❛  if the others wanted to have some, then they shouldn’t have been late!  ❜

@lightmimic​  //  deserves a starter!

“Somehow,” she starts, all smug and playful, “I don’t think they’re late so much as we’re early.”  Never could curb either of their excitement, though, and thus here they are.  And despite the query, her own fork makes quick work of cutting off a piece of cake and then transporting said peace to her mouth.  “Oh!  Wow!  It’s really good!”

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i could do asks maybe....

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Continued from this post.

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all my threads are so fucking old that im just gonna drop em --- sorry! --- but pls write me new starters if ya wanna!

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     he supposes there is some truth to her words ; there’s nothing like the feeling of reuniting with old friends / like the feeling of returning home. a nod of agreement is given but the emotion never reaches his eyes. ❛  ah.. yeah.. i guess you’re right.  ❜ as if awoken from a daze, sora offers a particularly weak smile as compensation. ❛  sorry —— i dunno where that came from!  ❜

The way he shakes out of himself and PUTS THE HAPPY FACE BACK ON feels familiar / doesn’t, because she isn’t good at it yet.  At masks or hiding things.  But she understands the impulse, as she was built to understand him.  “You don’t have to be sorry.  It’s okay to feel like that.”  It’s okay to feel EVERYTHING.  “Do you ever --- want to run away?”

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hi

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Relax~