#❝ ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝔼𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 ❞ ~ ic

[potestasaeterna]

     “Do you expect me to give you a warm welcome for intruding upon my solitude?” Silver eyes narrow, suppressing the flared emotions as much as possible--hold back the energy from breaking through the new gloves just bought.      “One would wonder if such measures employed to make it difficult to come here had been done on purpose. . . yet not enough it seems.”

      ♚ open starter ♔

[potestasaeterna-a]

     “Do you believe such heinous intentions are to be forgiven; one with such disregard for the lives of those around is worth understanding and forgiveness, a second chance?”

[potestasaeterna]

────⊹⊱ @evcnthorizon​   ♕  ❛  out of curiosity, why do you ask ?      ⊰⊹──── The Princess Bride Sentence Starters

     Questions were never something the once cold shell would employ beyond adding a cryptic layer to his words, to confuse others. Although, much like other things, that had started to change when a heart replaced that endless void inside his chest.      Questions Xemnas loathed to have spoken from his own lips--a question simply asked without more than a thought. Blurted words that take away the heartless exterior he still tries to cling to.

     A labored sigh comes out, despising having to specify, “Because a heart is agony. . . How can one thrive so easily burdened with so many emotions without desiring to tear it asunder from one’s chest?”

[potestasaeterna]

     Amber eyes glance to Xigbar, preferring the silence surrounding them than the irritating drabble and fussing of lesser beings--be it those with or without hearts. Silence is easier to deal with, “Such a waste. . .” Xemnas hums to himself, “I fail to fathom how my whole self was created from that old fool and that keybearer. . .” Even the keybearer left him puzzled how he came from him along with Xehanort.

     “As if. . . my power would be wasted upon a battle of light and dark,” his gaze shifts to stare at the empty space in front of them, “I never intend to follow that path, but it does raise the question if you will follow or venture as well. . .”

     @gravitasfatum​​  ♔  starter

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────⊹⊱ @ninthnocturne​​​  ♕     “i  prevented  a  murder  today,  using  the  power  of  self  control.”     ⊰⊹──── incorrect quote generator

     It does take a moment for him to react, a brief flicker of confusion that is quickly consumed by the neutral expression he always wears. That is not quite the words he expected to come out of the one he rarely sees do any work.      Although, perhaps sometimes a murder would make things better in a place full of blemishes and slackers.

     A tilt of his head, Xemnas focusing on Demyx. There is a curiosity to know who could have been the recipient of the murder, but that is kept hidden behind the cryptic stare, “Is this a statement to avoid the heinous results of failing to complete a mission or to dodge punishment if self control had not been implemented. . .?” 

[potestasaeterna]

     Observation is his preferred method, gather information through watching habits, routines of an existence. The fighting and diplomacy is left to the lessers, his time spent seeking out those who could have potential to create a powerful Heartless or Nobody. 

      A finger taps against his arm, amber eyes glancing to his side. Not a word is spoken, simply watching for the moment. Seems his presence is noticed--or would it be the lack of presence that gives him away?

     @hariolor​  ♔  starter

𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖

[potestasaeterna]

────⊹⊱ @gravitasfatum​ ♕ "So, did you actually do something on vacation or did you just spend the whole time staring at Kingdom Hearts?"  ⊰⊹────

     It takes a moment for reality to return, his mind long ago wandered away on a roller coaster of thoughts and formulations of ideas. Such an odd thing, to have memories appear that are not of his non-existence nor the vague recollection he has of his whole self’s memories. A brown haired man, that key. . .      And it takes a few more seconds for his mind to answer the question, “. . . vacation. . .?” Though, not at first an answer, “I have no time for a luxury such as that, not with watching those lessers to ensure they do not destroy this world out of sheer stupidity. . .” Amber eyes glance back towards the moon, their Kingdom Hearts.

     “A vacation would be away from this place. Even upon the alter I still sense their idiocy, the havoc they cause upon their own species--upon the goals of this Organization. . .” It would be beneficial to even go on a observation mission of his own to another world, to simply get off the World That Never Was and away from the Organization. . .

[potestasaeterna]

────⊹⊱ Anonymous Dusk​​​​​ ♕ Xemnas would receive a bag. Inside the bag were bananas and kiwi. There is a note, 'bag of dicks' ⊰⊹────

     “. . . . . .” Anonymous packages always raised suspicion, and this one, appearing randomly upon the Alter gave the same sensation. What sort of attempted mischief is going on this time?      The contents are revealed and instantly the expression falls. Of course. . . immaturity. Giving an exasperated sigh, the bag is handed to a Dusk, the husk tilting its head, “Do with these as you please. . .” Might as well let the Dusks have some fun with them.      At least this was a bit creative compared to some things that have been done. 

[potestasaeterna]

────⊹⊱ Spilled Secrets || ♥ || @lostmemorias​ ♕ 🖤 - for something they secretly wish they could do with my muse ⊰⊹────

     “. . .” For so long the only thing he had wished for the puppet was the purpose to be complete--not a single care for whatever she wanted. Now? Well, there is so much that comes to mind, but a hesitation that comes with any who had known him before the heart was allowed to flourish inside his chest.      “To know you.” What is it like to know Xion? To speak rather than command, to learn and be on common ground. Just. . . know somebody on a personal level rather than keep them beyond arm’s distance. 

[potestasaeterna]

────⊹⊱ @freezing-scholar​ ♕   *Bugs the Superior*   ⊰⊹────

     “. . .” Amber hues narrow, a hollow glare at the scientist who enters the space that is to be empty between times of meetings or piddly issues the lessers fathom from the emptiness or create of their own volitions. So. . . why must the silence be broken by the one who rarely interacts with the Lord of Nothingness lest necessary.

     The glare vanishes almost as quickly as it appeared on his visage, the calm, cryptic exterior returning as his attention settles on Vexen, “What is the purpose of this, IV. . .? You seldom leave the confines of the laboratory without a larger purpose. . .” Gloved fingers settle against the pure white arm of the chair, “So. . . shall we not waste time and get to what the reasoning of this visit is. . .?” Time wasted. . . such an irritating thing many of the other shells do. His time could be spent doing much more important things. . . like proceeding with his own plans rather than the faux layers put on for others.

[potestasaeterna]

────⊹⊱ Nothing but the Truth || ♥ || Anonymous Dusk​​ ♕   👀 is there anyone you have your eye on to turn into a heartless and nobody? (Other blogs muses other fandoms characters.) ⊰⊹────

     “There are many who show potential to create viable Heartless and Nobody. . . Strong hearts linger in every world, and every heart that houses such power to attract the attention of the Heartless, and what lays between becomes a possible candidate to become another vessel as you could call it. Perhaps a weapon is more fitting, however.”

     “I have names to remember, hearts that are the perfect specimen,” Xemnas hums, giving a small sliver of a smirk, “For a while Ganon had been a primary target. . . though I must admit he has become useful without losing his heart--” odd to make what could be considered a fraction of a bond, not wanting to simply tear out the heart the moment he gains the chance, “However, the keyblade wielder. . . that foreteller. . . Aced, he is quite the prize to claim the heart of. . . to see what his Nobody could be capable of.”

[potestasaeterna]

────⊹⊱ Height Comparisons || ♥ || @daemoniumsmajesty​​ ♕  8'6 (Height meme)  ⊰⊹────

     “. . . One day. . .” Even after all this time, still the void has not decided to give him even a few more inches. Maybe he needs to consume more hearts. . . At least it could be a worse person to be taller than him. Not that he minded speaking to Ganon from time to time in the past.

[potestasaeterna]

────⊹⊱ ‘Feelings’ on Xemnas || ♥ || Anonymous Dusk​​​​​ ♕ Fear, a low level of disgust and respect for the power you wield. ⊰⊹────

     “As it should be. . .” A soft chuckle rises from his chest. There is always the saying “whether it be better to be feared than loved or loved than feared? One should wish to be both, but, because it is difficult to unite them in one person, it is much safer to be feared than loved”. . . and such rings true for his philosophy.       “One should be fearful of those who hold absolute power, and with that gives respect. . .”

[potestasaeterna]

────⊹⊱ ‘Feelings’ on Xemnas || ♥ || Anonymous Dusk​​​​​ ♕ Hot ⊰⊹────

     But his temperature is nearly non-existent? 

[potestasaeterna]

────⊹⊱ The 5 Senses || ♥ || @freezing-scholar​ ♕   ​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞ ⊰⊹────

     Agony. That is the only way to describe his feelings--that fact he has feelings. Being so aware of his emotions yet not knowing how to properly express them is beyond the agony he ever thought he would experience. And those emotions were not helped when given the opportunity to show he was on the path of redemption, or at least trying by assisting where he could with Radiant Garden’s continued restoration.     Though, not very helpful towards such redeeming actions when he is haunted by a mirage wearing his own visage. Nor helpful when he ends up screaming at the waking nightmare, sending himself into a panic and the ethereal blades bursting through even with the magic enchanting the gloves.      When Even comes down, the once Nobody is breathing heavily, the blades gone but the energy still burning his hands--not to mention the bit of singed walls and floor around him.

     For a brief moment amber lingers in his eyes before returning to the silvery-pale blue. And, as soon as it was there, it is gone. Xem breathes a few more times before calming himself enough to think rationally. He glances over to the scientist, giving a hinted grimace, “You heard that. . .” Wonderful, “I would prefer if this incident is not spoken of nor referenced in any capacity. . .”

[potestasaeterna]

────⊹⊱ Anonymous Dusk​​ ♕  Dear my superior lord. Seems a dusk told me to rest for the evening. I understand its a order and will rest. Everything is cleaned up and the larger dog is waiting for your presence. I'll see to Number X,II and III to go to they rooms after they drunken antics. Number VIII is training number XIII and the puppet. Numbers XI,IV,V,VI and XII are at Castle oblivion i'll send number VIII there once hes done. -Saixs castle report. P.s number IX is back from his recon mission sir. ⊰⊹────

     The doings of the other Nobodies were of little interest to him--yes, it was vital at times to have a vague idea where they are, to know what is going on, but beyond the knowledge for reference, their activities were of little value to him. As long as their purposes are served, they can waste their times with pleasantries and gatherings.      And then. . . there’s Castle Oblivion. Xemnas gives a light grimace, a gnawing at the back of his skull, like cell memory within the shell of the body desiring something within that broken world. There is a familiarity when he had stepped foot there initially, yet it could not be placed. Not that it matters, such things are a distraction from his goals, and let the fools think they can gain anything from trying to take the keyblader. They are doomed to fail. . . considering the data he had gathered from his battle against the newest wielder of the blade.

     “Number VIII had better remember his duty. . .” None of the traitors return, that must be assured. How annoying it can be to rely on lesser beings to deal with things, but alas they are hardly worth his effort--barely worth a fraction of his power, “Will they find it there I wonder. . . his other missing friend. . .” His thoughts trail away, bits raking at what it can grab onto for any iota of information upon these old friends that he cannot recall ever in his Somebody’s existence, but hints of their images haunt his mind.      All thoughts that linger in the background of his head even when getting to the area where the Underworld Guardian waits, and even through the fight--to letting the beast be returned to its world. . .