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towerofanimus2012-11-16 07:13 pm
attheclocktower) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-16 07:13 pm
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Better to have loved and lost, right?
Characters: Xion and fellow mourners anyone
Setting: Floor 48
Format: Starting in action but I'll match
Summary: Xion deals with the departure of a few people (one in particular but the others add a sort of add on top of that)
Warnings: Prooobable angst. I'll let you know if anything else comes up.
[Three graves for Axel (she'd only met two of them, the third she'd heard of, and here was proof). One for herself (for Fey). Two for Ven (worst way to find out the other had gone home). Two for Aqua (She'd barely gotten to talk to the second before she'd gone again). One for Kairi (which hurt the others more than it did her but was still sad). Some for others of her friends who weren't from her world too - Rusty, Siira, Rod, Tseng and the other Turks, even if she'd only gotten to really know some of them.
One for Roxas.
She doesn't have enough time or energy to collect shells for all of her friends who've gone home. But she does collect one for Roxas, and if she has the time, three for the Axels. There's a small pile growing in front of Roxas' grave in particular. She's been visiting almost daily ever since she found it, morbid as it might seem.
She sits in front of Roxas' grave. It's not the same as when he was asleep, but not entirely different either. He's still beyond her reach now, isn't he?
It hurt. A part of her had wanted, had hoped that maybe they could patch things up, work things out. He'd said once, when she'd first run into him in the Tower, that he was going to try to get his memories of her back. Maybe if that'd happened, or maybe if she'd stopped being such a coward and faced the problem, talked to him, or something... maybe they could've been friends like they were back home.
Well... it's far too late for that now. All she has now is a headstone with his name and a pile of shells she put there herself.]
Axel's back again. He actually remembers me this time. And it's... it's not like how I expected it would be at all.
It's funny... you vanished, and now he's here. But it's not the same, not at all. I'm not sure it's better either. Or worse. I just... I don't know.
[She sighs]
I know this might sound strange since... I know we didn't talk a lot while you were here, but... I miss you... I'm sorry that I messed things up for us here. I hope... wherever you are, you're okay. That nothing bad's happening, like it does here.
[She falls silent, curling up and resting her chin on her knees. She'll still be there if anybody comes byor was listening]
Setting: Floor 48
Format: Starting in action but I'll match
Summary: Xion deals with the departure of a few people (one in particular but the others add a sort of add on top of that)
Warnings: Prooobable angst. I'll let you know if anything else comes up.
[Three graves for Axel (she'd only met two of them, the third she'd heard of, and here was proof). One for herself (for Fey). Two for Ven (worst way to find out the other had gone home). Two for Aqua (She'd barely gotten to talk to the second before she'd gone again). One for Kairi (which hurt the others more than it did her but was still sad). Some for others of her friends who weren't from her world too - Rusty, Siira, Rod, Tseng and the other Turks, even if she'd only gotten to really know some of them.
One for Roxas.
She doesn't have enough time or energy to collect shells for all of her friends who've gone home. But she does collect one for Roxas, and if she has the time, three for the Axels. There's a small pile growing in front of Roxas' grave in particular. She's been visiting almost daily ever since she found it, morbid as it might seem.
She sits in front of Roxas' grave. It's not the same as when he was asleep, but not entirely different either. He's still beyond her reach now, isn't he?
It hurt. A part of her had wanted, had hoped that maybe they could patch things up, work things out. He'd said once, when she'd first run into him in the Tower, that he was going to try to get his memories of her back. Maybe if that'd happened, or maybe if she'd stopped being such a coward and faced the problem, talked to him, or something... maybe they could've been friends like they were back home.
Well... it's far too late for that now. All she has now is a headstone with his name and a pile of shells she put there herself.]
Axel's back again. He actually remembers me this time. And it's... it's not like how I expected it would be at all.
It's funny... you vanished, and now he's here. But it's not the same, not at all. I'm not sure it's better either. Or worse. I just... I don't know.
[She sighs]
I know this might sound strange since... I know we didn't talk a lot while you were here, but... I miss you... I'm sorry that I messed things up for us here. I hope... wherever you are, you're okay. That nothing bad's happening, like it does here.
[She falls silent, curling up and resting her chin on her knees. She'll still be there if anybody comes by
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She sat down next to the girl.]
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Was- [she glances at the headstone] Roxas special to you? I mean it's sort of rude just sitting down like this, but... you didn't react.
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He was... is... my best friend. He... left, earlier this month.
[She glances down, at the small pile of shells - one for every day she's been able to get here]
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And you've been coming down here every day? That's really really sad. And sort of pathetic.
[Azula doesn't sound like she's trying to be mean though, just stating something.]
You should look forward to the future. Make your plans and execute them. You know, things like that.