The land of dreams is naught but an echo. In the corners of her eyes, rest signs of sleep, that she has yet to remove. There are long cascades of hair, that roll off of her shoulder, prior to her awakening.
❝ —Nnn.. ❞ The fog over her is still strong. It is with each muscle that she comes to sitting up. The room around her is unfamiliar to her. How long has she slept?
❝ Where.. am I? ❞
❛ hollow bastion.❜
circumstances akin to these with innumerable abnormalities have seemingly traipsed into each scenario at every opportunity presented. casually appearing in other roads like a predestined road triphas become inevitable and for that sole fact does he not bombard the dainty woman with inquiries.
❛ thank you so much, oh, great ‘n powerful, master riku ! y’won’t — r - regret it ! ❜
he tried his best to cap his smile, & unfortunately his method of holding down chortles of laughter was impossible as the youth was doubled over, holding his gut the best he could, just to keep himself from practically roaring in rare bellows of laughter.
(of course, it’s hard not to relish in the fondness of the time they spend together. every second, every minute, every hour —- it all counts. )
❛ i care barely keep a straight face anymore ! you’re too much, riku ! ❜
❝ c'mon, you big goof !can’t keep a straight face for a minute, can you? ❞
if only cardiac organ pursuing creatures and anomalous beings without a ligament to their atrociously constructed frames had the knowledge that the catalyst was susceptible to occasional fits of laughter that more so resembled those hyenas from the ❛ pride lands ❜ prone to abrupt hysterics. justifiably blissful is an experience to foreign too accommodate his desire – shrouded by darkness and producing results stemmed from numerous mistakes, he almost thought that he’d forgotten how to curve smooth tiers entirely.
but if he did, he knows now that Sora could help him remember.
❝ hey, do you think things will ever be the same again? ❞
demand never did sink ‘pon lily skin, touched in grace by illumination and spotted wonder. flesh doth shiver against the verbal accusation, tidings truer than meaning and no balking to falter against features so fair. the crime itself weighs heavy within her palms, clinking and clacking like no other existence, and how the short temper for the guilt she shares finds her.
it’s silver and beryl splendor that meets her gaze; a champion withstanding righteous hue and brevity that implores patience of him. she had intended to scurry away quicker than her fingers wandered. ‘lo, it is only vexation she holds at the voice quickening ‘pon trodden heels — he’s a quick one, by far.
a snigger takes along dainty lips, plump from chewing and nibbling. he seems a dangerous sort, with cloak of ebony donned against broad shoulders. no more fretful than what she’s come across in her travels between timelines. perception nary matters. her head still attached to shoulders — no hand had been raised and she cocks such a pretty face to one side.
❛ belongs? finders keepers, right mate? unless you feel fair ‘nough to take it from me. ❜
it’s a tease that issues against her tongue before greedy paws gesture with the deceitful prize. a farfetched temptation, nearly goading the boy.
❛ you up for it? or you more of a talker? ❜
eyebrows gradually descend as she continues to speak ; cadence demonstrating subtle ridicule and while her artful thievery being a true success on the perplexed youth, he most certainly doesn’t plan on allowing her to retain her ’spoils’. lithe in every aspect, the notion of simply seizing the item from dainty sculpted phalanges seems far-fetched to say the least.he can acknowledge skill and from the appraisal he’s made of the individual before him, she possesses just that – skill.
❝ you’re being stupid ! just hand over the pouch. ❞
the request is futile and he understands that before the words even abscond from between tiers and burn the atmosphere in irritation. composed visage exchanged for a face contorted in a scowl, body language speaking in volumes withthin nails prodding flat palms with pressure influenced by the vexation coursing through his entirety – he briefly ponders what he would do in this position ; with a motor for a mouth and a abnormal knack for empathy, he’s undoubtedly a skilled conversationalist and without the faintest force would he most likely coax the girl into returning the lifted goods.
and in that moment he resolves to attempt the same.
irises of resplendent cerulean are sheltered if not for a moment, before a porcelain flesh extend with slim finger bones splayed and thus materializes the inky tinged weaponry, ❛ the way to dawn. ❜ the design composed to resemble the significant adjustment to his formerly dark perspective – his redemption.
as if he has the word target plastered upon his chest enshrouded by bold lettering ; citizens traipsing around him occasionally tossing him gazes fueled by confusion and weariness while he does absolutely nothing other then either disregarding their brusque actions entirely or stand idly like lightning struck where his lean frame was propped.
the very embodiment of annoyance takes form in those oceanic eyes of his.
before he takes another step only to wander around like a pup attempting to locate it’s owner, nimble and dexterous phalanges noticeably snatch the apricot clothed pouch distinctive by it’s multicolored sigil. in any case, his retort is certainly justified ; addled by the ’new world‘ he’s discovered and as if he can physically feel a woodpecker tapping against his head like the bark of a hollow tree – he’s developed a slight migraine from it all.
❝ stop right there, ❞
canines descend abruptly, trapping any exhalation from filtering between thin tiers.
❛ his eyes can’t lie, ❜that much holds the sheer definition of honesty ; traipsing through worlds with the responsibility of returning his memories has subjectively been his only redeeming action throughout his insignificant years of squandering time dancing with the darkness, becoming a vessel for a man lacking a crucial palpitating organ and submerging himself in the opposing tides that are the troubles of being a keyblade warrior. in that aspect it’s like he’d never left the island at all.
even so, as if to clear himself of the frigid guilt that travels up his spine in quantities large enough to send a physical tremble through his frame, he searches extensively and follows the direction of DiZ no matter the extremities and this determination undoubtedly led him to this foreign world. like a child strayed from his path, confusion tackles him and he’s thrust into yet another location that may or may not assist him in his journey. if to only receive a glimpse, a slender phalanx travel up the porcelain bridge up his nose to collide with the small cloth concealing oceanic peepers ; vast, striking and pink? brows descend subtly before he inhales and dives through the routine of a barrage of inquiries.
❛ —- sorry, your ’ majesty ’ guess i got a little carried away. ❜
stifling laughter had proven itself difficult, & a smirk had already begun to grace his lips in this bout of frivolous behavior. demeanor was beginning to weaken as he watched his friend struggle to contain his own laughter.
(it was times like this sora always missed )
❛ i’ll never be as great a keyblade master as you. not in a hundred-thousand years ! ❜
❝ i’ll pardon it only this once, ❞
lethargic days void of world consuming creatures and organizations formed without a definite entity were what seemed to be made up flashbacks of simpler times before responsibility was thrust upon the two destined wielders. he knows that times like these are limited & he can’t take them for granted.
irises that took aquatic hue downcast subtlety as if he has to literally sink canines into his tongue to suppress a fallen intonation.
( please, give it a week and he’ll have already caught up to him ; he has a stronger heart after all. )
❝ make it two hundred-thousand years and you’ll have a closer estimate ! ❞