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So she would.

Phalanges so thin and delicate in comparison to the strength marking veins in an upturned wrist a bright blue as respiration and pulse continued on in a sense of normalcy for him, and him alone. Her touch reached out, was offered, given so freely to the child whom reminded her so sweetly of one that once had curiously inquired as to what was within the ether of this place. This flowing stream, depthless lake, an open sea and sky of its continuance that flared out and marked everything it touched. She would reach for him, and linger right before him, everything about them spinning as furiously as a spider as they sped so far, far away from where his body lay. Deeper and deeper into the footsteps of those before, unwinding the clock that would never give out.

Images would flash now, around this stream, sapphire windows bared as Nullum let her Reality of Time move closer to the one he would know more accurate. Surroundings had changed, sunlight so merry as a family passed near by. Something so normal, so surreal almost, the man holding his daughter’s hand as he and his wife swung the exuberant boy by his grasp on them both. It was something from a story book, something told by the wrinkled and sweet elders who sat in rocking chairs and thought of the days before the Darkness; the days that their grand parents told them their great grand parents had once lived within. A place of Light, Balance, and more importantly than anything else — Kingdom Hearts.

“To a place where you shall understand.”

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So she would.

Phalanges so thin and delicate in comparison to the strength marking veins in an upturned wrist a bright blue as respiration and pulse continued on in a sense of normalcy for him, and him alone. Her touch reached out, was offered, given so freely to the child whom reminded her so sweetly of one that once had curiously inquired as to what was within the ether of this place. This flowing stream, depthless lake, an open sea and sky of its continuance that flared out and marked everything it touched. She would reach for him, and linger right before him, everything about them spinning as furiously as a spider as they sped so far, far away from where his body lay. Deeper and deeper into the footsteps of those before, unwinding the clock that would never give out.

Images would flash now, around this stream, sapphire windows bared as Nullum let her Reality of Time move closer to the one he would know more accurate. Surroundings had changed, sunlight so merry as a family passed near by. Something so normal, so surreal almost, the man holding his daughter's hand as he and his wife swung the exuberant boy by his grasp on them both. It was something from a story book, something told by the wrinkled and sweet elders who sat in rocking chairs and thought of the days before the Darkness; the days that their grand parents told them their great grand parents had once lived within. A place of Light, Balance, and more importantly than anything else -- Kingdom Hearts.

"To a place where you shall understand."

Choices always existed. They were the one thing that would forever remain constant. However, there was always a certain pull, which stopped Isa from completely denying her access to his being. Naturally he believed the blade would not hurt him unless otherwise ordered. There was no rage or unease in her tone that day, so he could only innocently assume such things about the elder blade. He did not feel the separation of himself and his body. All he felt was the warmth that radiated form her, that was protecting him as he lay in ignorant bliss to what was going on around him. For still he saw nothing, and could only hear was her voice, all he could feel was her presence.

It was when he heard the distinct sound of his name on the being’s lips that he took form. Unbeknownst to himself, he left her palms, his heart no longer needing to be held as his body took shape, and heavy eyes opened to look upon the face of the blade. She appeared different from Isa’s memory of her, but it did not surprise him. He knew that even his own blade perhaps had a different face, the doll like skin hiding the beast within. Bright green eyes took her in, not daring to look away. It felt so surreal, he knew he couldn’t be awake, yet still he could not bring himself to look upon where she brought him.

“Where is it you’re taking me?” He asked. He’d never expected such an experience to occur, and while he ought to be watching himself, and knowing when and where he was, Isa still did not look away. He barely even blinked, for whenever he did, there seemed to be changes in the surroundings he could see beyond her face. What reason could the personification have to show him – whatever it was – things that were already set in stone? Perhaps she was there to show him a lesson, though he wouldn’t know until she answered his question. Which would then issue into another, and another and the cycle of questions and wondering would continue to turn and turn, circling around forevermore. If only she would be gracious enough to extend a hand, as she had done in the past.

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Vampirish × Flowering = Night | 藤乃原あきひら

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「塗らせていただきました【咲夜】」/「リューセイ」のイラスト [pixiv]

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十六夜咲夜

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(( shh it’s okay. <3 She can godmod if you wish <3 ))

No -- I try so hard -- I will just -- leave what I wrote and not look at it :I

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Yet it was.

It was his choice if he should reject her Light as it slowly flowed into him, filling his chest as it eased away his core. Unlocking his Heart to her, hands cradling it softly as calm cobalt depths that held no form watched with care. Watching lashes flutter and the sigh of one passing into the final stage of sleep, a rest deep and restoring as she cradled his very being in her own palms. His Light so young, torn and harmed, and she pulled it closer. Deeper into her, a safe heaven as her being left his body, Reality Shifting about them both to take him away from his realm.

She was bending the rules now, as she cradled him close. Time rebelled against it momentarily, lashing across her shoulders and face in reprimand for her actions, before lulling away. Blood absent as she merely waited the fractions of seconds it would take for those lashes to heal, Time so ingrained within her that its wounds where just nothing but the most superficial of scratches. Then, with great care, she let him go.

His Light allowed to hover out above her outstretched palms, the more androgynous form that held no real definition nor marking of a flesh or fabric kind shifting, palms slowly brought away. It was still his choice, even when pulled this far away. Time so different here than his Reality, he could age in a blink of an eye, or return to even the very beginning of it all. It was his choice if he would wake, take form, and take her hand. She would not force him, and so simply, she waited. Brighter eyes of gleaming azure watching as hair much longer and free twined down into a braid, pigments fluttering over the porcelain visage for his recognition.

"Isa?"

To dream was supposed to be one thing that kept one safe from the life they had to live. But what would happen, when those dreams went from things of childish innocence to something so horrid it would turn even the bravest man’s legs to jelly? There was a time where the boy with azure shaded hair could sleep without a worry, and dream of things that any teenage boy of his disposition would possess. But as time went by those peaceful bits of REM dissolved like sugar on water, and those specks left made him cringe and whine in his sleep, bits of memories, bits of the potential future, that was all that crossed over his mind’s eyes.

The one currently flooding his senses had to do with the Apprentice. Having him pinned in such a way that the bounds could not be broken and he was lead against a surface he couldn’t determine. Pain was going all throughout his body as he tried to fight him off, skin like caramel pressed against the pale vanilla, mixing in a way that made Isa wish he could wake just to empty the contents of his stomach. Right when he thought it to be over the reality shifted, and he had a told, sharp blade digging and ripping through his skin, his blood erupting to the surface and running down his face like rich paint, staining the barely coloured canvas of Isa’s skin.

Before he could wake as he normally would – a scream, one so sharp it would wake any animals that slept near – it all vanished, and he could hear the calm, drawing voice that belonged to the blade he barely knew. He thought perhaps that she was merely invading his dream, but she felt so much closer, it could not be something as simple as a fabrication of his sleeping mind. He did not know what it was truly that made him agree, but before he could even think to stop himself the words were slipping from his lips.

“I will go with you, Nullumn.” He did not know where he was going, but much like her master it seemed as though denial was not an option.

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Pixiv ID: 23818663

Artist: 晩杯あきら

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The Arrowguns -- an annoyance. Weapons not worth her notice, eyes not even offering a dart of attention towards them. His power was something to be wary of, yes, but there was no fear within the personification. There was only a void, a lack of normal human emotions sitting heavily on the organ so closely resembling their own pumping solidly inside her chest. The Keyblade merely lifting her left hand to brush tendrils of her bangs away, eyes never leaving his own. "The Master's memory is shared with me, because of what I am. Something that is out of your grasp, even when held out to you on a platinum platter from the Feckless One."

The voice seemed to come from no where and the Shooter froze, a molten gold eye narrowing as he felt the time shift around him. His guns came to his hand as a precaution, skin pricking and telling him to keep his guard up. He searched the area furtively, trying to find the source of the faint voice… and there she was. Something was off about her, that much was obvious, time finally flowing normally again. He looked her over from head to toe, a small corner of his mind appreciating the view while the rest of him was stiff and tense. “How about you tell me who you are and why you know me, for starters?”

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