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towerofanimus2012-05-01 09:52 pm
worldsapart) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-01 09:52 pm
Entry tags:
002 ✘ and i rationed my breaths ✘ backdated to 4/22
Characters: AU4 Xion and YOU
Setting: [01] Dorm halls ; [02] cafeteria ; [03] floor eleven
Format: I'll match you!
Summary: Xion/Soraface/Fey kept herself locked away in her room for a week (except for the collar check-up) after her death. Finally, she's dragging herself out
Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST
[ 00 ; room 2-01 ]
[Falling... falling... into darkness...]
[ 01 + 02; dorm halls and cafeteria ]
[If you happen to be in the dormitory hallways, there's someone you're likely to see. There's a black-coated small figure with a full head of brown spiky hair making his(?) way towards the stairs. If you get a good look at their face, it's pretty clear they're out of it. And, somehow, the hair is more messy than it should be.Whoo, bedhead.
In the cafeteria, Xion can be found sitting by herself, picking at the food on her plate. Despite the almost overwhelming force of her hunger, she doesn't... really want to eat. She knows she needs to, because it would maybe give her the energy to combat how absolutely tired she feels, but... bleh.]
[ 03 ; floor eleven ]
[She died.
That's what happened, right? They had found her otherself, Axel had grabbed her, and then they turned to fight all the way back down... It wasn't that she was tired, or hurt too bad, or anything. She was doing fine. With Oathkeeper and Oblivion drawn and Riku and Sora at her side, she had felt like maybe... she could take on the world, you know? She thought that they were gonna be okay. And then, and then -- She doesn't know how it happened, where it came from, but that not-Heartless bird came in and knocked her feet out from under her, carried her off the ramp, and then she was falling. She tried to Aerial Recover, but she was too far away, she couldn't grab the ledge, and Oblivion couldn't break through the stone enough to hook on, and she...
And then she died. Because that's what happens when you fall from a who-knows-how-tall tower, right?
But she's here. She's still here, somehow. She's even managed to find ice cream. It's not sea-salt -- it doesn't really taste like much of anything, really -- but it's ice cream in bar-on-a-stick form, and the familiarity is all she can ask for right now. That's why she decided to seek out this floor after she found the ice cream. It isn't, and won't ever be, the Twilight Town clock tower. But, then... She doesn't want it to be. That would bring back too many bad memories right now.
Your... friend? Roxas, do you think I could be a friend?
When Axel gets back, let's ask him. Then all three of us can have ice cream together!
It hurts. She manages to fight back a sob by distracting herself with ice cream.]
It's not salty... and it's barely even sweet. [She tries to smile a little, for herself. For him. She whispers,] Eating ice cream by yourself... really isn't the same, is it, Roxas?
Setting: [01] Dorm halls ; [02] cafeteria ; [03] floor eleven
Format: I'll match you!
Summary: Xion/Soraface/Fey kept herself locked away in her room for a week (except for the collar check-up) after her death. Finally, she's dragging herself out
Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST
[ 00 ; room 2-01 ]
[Falling... falling... into darkness...]
[ 01 + 02; dorm halls and cafeteria ]
[If you happen to be in the dormitory hallways, there's someone you're likely to see. There's a black-coated small figure with a full head of brown spiky hair making his(?) way towards the stairs. If you get a good look at their face, it's pretty clear they're out of it. And, somehow, the hair is more messy than it should be.
In the cafeteria, Xion can be found sitting by herself, picking at the food on her plate. Despite the almost overwhelming force of her hunger, she doesn't... really want to eat. She knows she needs to, because it would maybe give her the energy to combat how absolutely tired she feels, but... bleh.]
[ 03 ; floor eleven ]
[She died.
That's what happened, right? They had found her otherself, Axel had grabbed her, and then they turned to fight all the way back down... It wasn't that she was tired, or hurt too bad, or anything. She was doing fine. With Oathkeeper and Oblivion drawn and Riku and Sora at her side, she had felt like maybe... she could take on the world, you know? She thought that they were gonna be okay. And then, and then -- She doesn't know how it happened, where it came from, but that not-Heartless bird came in and knocked her feet out from under her, carried her off the ramp, and then she was falling. She tried to Aerial Recover, but she was too far away, she couldn't grab the ledge, and Oblivion couldn't break through the stone enough to hook on, and she...
And then she died. Because that's what happens when you fall from a who-knows-how-tall tower, right?
But she's here. She's still here, somehow. She's even managed to find ice cream. It's not sea-salt -- it doesn't really taste like much of anything, really -- but it's ice cream in bar-on-a-stick form, and the familiarity is all she can ask for right now. That's why she decided to seek out this floor after she found the ice cream. It isn't, and won't ever be, the Twilight Town clock tower. But, then... She doesn't want it to be. That would bring back too many bad memories right now.
Your... friend? Roxas, do you think I could be a friend?
When Axel gets back, let's ask him. Then all three of us can have ice cream together!
It hurts. She manages to fight back a sob by distracting herself with ice cream.]
It's not salty... and it's barely even sweet. [She tries to smile a little, for herself. For him. She whispers,] Eating ice cream by yourself... really isn't the same, is it, Roxas?
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She takes a deep breath to steady herself, and then closes the distance between her hand and the Keyblade. Her touch is light at first, uncertain, but then she catches herself and it firms.]
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You have your blade already so there is little need to waiting for your heart to release it...
[He pulls his own a bit, tugging it lightly from her hand, dismissing it only to recall it again so that he's holding it properly. He takes a step back before slashing with the blade, scuffing a thin line on the floor between the two of them.]
Here is the boundary between the person you are now, and the person you will become. Dare you cross it and claim yourself to become truly your own, or do you stay back and hide behind a face you say isn't yours?
[And after a pause, he holds up his other hand. Open. Inviting.]
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But it isn't mine, she wants to protest, but something in the back of her mind whispers, It is now. Her throat tightens and she pushes tears back. The choice to fight Roxas... It wasn't hers. Not really. She couldn't stop herself, no matter how hard she tried. She decided to try and control it, to use it to her advantage, but she couldn't. For that time, her body wasn't hers. It was all Xemnas'. Because she couldn't fight it, Roxas... (Helplessness rises up within her.)
But it was her choice to run away. To not return to DiZ, to Naminé, to Riku. She needed time, she told herself. She just needed time. Time... to what? To mourn? To reconsider her choice? It... She can see now, now that her head is more clear now than it was then, that it was too late for that. She would never eat ice cream with Roxas and Axel again. In reality... She ran away because she was scared, and because she was ashamed. She can see it now. Guilt is what takes over now, clutching her heart and her bones and her everything.
Xehanort holds his hand out to her, and the image cuts through everything else as memories that do not belong to her flash in front of her eyes. Riku, lit by the sun, his back to the tidal wave -- Riku, with darkness under his feet and swirling, reaching for them both...
What does it mean?
It's just a coincidence, she scolds herself. It doesn't mean anything, except that he's offering to help me.
I just... want things to be better, she had told Riku. I don't want anyone to feel like I do. I want... I want to stop feeling tired.
When she speaks, her voice is quiet.]
I'm done. I... [I don't want to feel like this any more.] I won't hide any more.
[Hesitantly, she reaches to take his hand. Only after this does she step over the line.]
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He holds his hand evenly, waiting for her to move, to see just what choice she makes, what future she attempts to grasp. When finally she reaches for him, he makes no outward display, though inside he can't hide his grin.
So be it. Your choice, by your own power.
He takes her hand lightly, like she's made of fine porcelain and will break if handled roughly, fingers just curling over hers almost protectively. He can feel her movement after that, the distance between them closing.
She made her choice. Now it was his turn.]
Make the most of your evening. We will begin tomorrow. I need to see just how far along physically you are... prepare for some exercises.
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Okay. I'll do my best!
[She hopes she won't let him down. He seemed impressed with her so far, though, and that's a good start at least, right?]
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I'm certain you will.