" Gather ! " ✨
What's this? Sora caught in this Magnega's tide? Dragging his feet and tugging his form in the midst of battle -- as though he were swept into the wars of cosmic attraction-- where exactly???
Right into a devious princess's clutches! So she could wrap her arms around him.
"Gotcha'."
[ from @maregiis 😌 ]
Being fashioned by his hand was the chaos that intends to counteract all destruction. Well, that's what sounds pretty on paper above anything else. His current expedition was more selfishly focused as the intent was to draw forth materials, precious baubles and gems infused with the might required for Moogles to create the more incredible inventions.
Naturally, his journey required this aid in near endless tides, requiring growth that is virtually as demanding as his regiment. So, imagine his face once the invisible grip, roused through the richness of this mana type as it seamlessly tugs him off of the ground. Initially confused, that tinge of panic would begin to nip at the back of his neck, wondering just which of these Heartless was hiding a more devious form. No doubt this was a high caster type considering this spell use..!
At the same time? Why in the Hearts did it feel so warm on the other hand? Hardly being able to even twist his body due to the commanding pull, Sora's voice echoed out to the vanishing stir of iridescent clouds that weaved with the mythical and sparkling haze that revolved around the orb of light force. No, any stolen magic by the Heartless's design was rendered frigid by default, a soul deep type of oblivion woven into each incantation, elemental blast or manipulation of law, even to their hellish flames.
While this on the other hand felt almost.. Almost...
A hug?
The way he's taken through the raw growth of Kairi's will, no longer being a victim of fate through the means of the more insidious forces disguised as that mediator that intends to pull him away. Any battle tension found in his body was in the process of being dispelled as the soft, familiar scent of sweetness only joined into creating that calm. The Keyblade found itself happily relinquishing its presence as it vanished back to the domain of his heart.
On the other hand? Sora's arms were limp, practically stunned alongside his mind. She managed to work up a spell of that caliber. Being thrust into this innate realization of how she used the force of her light to make an ethereal barrier of spirit that kept the forces at bay, all while allowing for her Sora to be safe in those clutches made him simply lost in the moment.
While a flourish of pink mangled with the fringes of scarlet hair, the sight above, seeing her so simply at peace while letting that call to attention be known..
It was inevitable that he would smile in return, body and Heart leaning into the welcome warmth of her affection.
"What's a matter? These troublemakers been sweepin' up too much of my attention?" It was an equally simple tease, a clear contrast to the well meaning way his strong arms swept her closer, pressing her into a warm hug.
"And just how long were you keeping tricks like that under lock n' key? Do ya know how long it even took me to get the hang of that?"
@maregiis
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one thing i find interesting is that Rellana's sword description said the red one is engraved with "golden flame", it's the same flame seen on Fire Knights' weapon and Messmer's spear. so, flame with gold tinge.
only the flame in Messmer's Orb has black tendrils of the Dark / Abyss, and it's the Orb description that specifically states he hates his fire. other items like his Kindling and Embers also have very distinctive dark outlines (the Kindling description confirms the Abyssal Serpent was eating away at the fire).
so we can safely assume Messmer's fire, when given to others, carries over the golden grace Marika blessed him with, whereas when it's Messmer himself wielding it, or if it's a catalyst that "can't find purchase" in other hosts like Fire Coil / Fire Serpent spell, it will always have the additional dark tendrils, since only Messmer carries the Abyssal Serpent. such a neat design choice and a very consistent way to showcase that.
and it kinda makes me emotional because Marika is vulnerable to fire, yet her blessing to her son is so strong that her gold bleeds into his fire, & it's something that carries over when he shared it to those under his command. like how full of warmth and love that blessing must be? man.
Ymir i get it. i get you. you covet the strength of a mother so much cuz that strength is truly incomparable. welcome back BIoodborne's "Let the pungence of Kos cling, like a mother's devotion...Mercy for the poor, wizened child."
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