finalmix:

          Riku, come on, man.
Why did you try to do so much on your own?
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slave-crown:

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      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. ❜  

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     circumstances akin to these with innumerable abnormalities have seemingly traipsed into each scenario at every opportunity presentedcasually 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.

        who are you

keyblxde:

                    ❛  thank you so much, oh, great ‘n powerful, master riku ! 
                              y’won’t — r - regret it ! 

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         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? ❞

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     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 mistakeshe almost thought that hed 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

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starstealxr:

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          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? 

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     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 doesnt plan on allowing her to retain her spoils’. lithe in every aspectthe 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 hes 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, hes 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 momentbefore 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. 

   ❝  hear out my offer first, will ya? ❞

7 years ago via stolestars-blog ( source paladis ) with 6 notes

『─ ❛ 

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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 its ownernimble and dexterous phalanges noticeably snatch the apricot clothed pouch distinctive by its multicolored sigilin any casehis retort is certainly justified addled by the new world‘ hes discovered and as if he can physically feel a woodpecker tapping against his head like the bark of a hollow tree hes developed a slight migraine from it all

                ❝ stop right there,

canines descend abruptlytrapping any exhalation
from filtering between thin tiers

                i believe what you just took belongs to me

『─ ❛ 

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❛ 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 darknessbecoming 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 pathconfusion tackles him and hes thrust into yet another location that may or may not assist him in his journeyif 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 pinkbrows descend subtly before he inhales and dives through the routine of a barrage of inquiries.

                  ❝ excuse me, do ..
                       – where exactly am I 

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keyblxde:

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                     ❛  —- 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 !

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                  ❝ ill 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 wieldershe 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