𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒. ㅤthey're outliers, the two of them; an aborted movement. without their bridge, they are opposite cliff-sides, outcroppings of land with a crater in between. but xion wants to be better ' friends ' with axel ━ to force a handicraft hand-made in the shamble of her teeth, a link made with an apprentice's hands. she doesn't know how to be a conversationalist, doesn't know much how to exist at all, with nothing to go by, no foundation or blueprint to her own memory.
ㅤㅤthat's why axel is different. why he's the one who ends up teaching them ━ so in her defense, he should've said something more than ' yeah it is. ' her face pinching, puckered in a childish pout, she takes an extra large chunk out of the corner of her ice cream. it shoots right into her brain, sharp pain at the front of her head with a flinch, and she's already got her fingers pressed to her skin trying to remedy it.
ㅤㅤsee, everything continues to be new, and axel is smiling at her like knowing everything is somehow worse. her mouth opens, closes. her annoyance pops like a bubble that leaves the residue of worry in her instead. roxas isn't feeling well but he's leaving his sediment as dust over them besides, a discomfort that itches on her skin. ‘‘ if you fall axel, i'll catch you, ’’ she says, the blues of her eyes focused on the melting popsicle gripped tight in her gloves. ‘‘ and i'd catch roxas too. ’’
ㅤㅤshe doesn't fashion herself a hero, but xion'd like to think she could save her friends ━ even if it's all hyperbole, and they're talking about the saver and the saved, and she can't begin to touch on why axel is painted in shades of mystery, a landscape she can't reach. if she isn't careful, she'll think he's not real, and axel has always been able to save himself, hasn't he? ‘‘ you miss him, don't you? ’’ the name is caramel in her mouth, sticking behind her teeth. ‘‘ you can say that, you know. ’’
ㅤㅤand from her side-profile, if he looks close enough, he can see how her lips tip at the corners, bright even when reflecting the sun; she'll be light even when roxas cannot.
↷ ㅤ @c0pyc4t 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 :ㅤ❝ this is a lovely sunset, is it not? ❞
a lovely sunset? yeah. " mhm, sure is. " he answers after a moment, before continuing to nibble on the popsicle in his hand.
the awkward silences between them were more or less par for the course. roxas was the glue that held them together, in his opinion. but he was under the weather, according to saïx. so today ... it was just the two of them. his legs, long and lanky, dangle from the ledge of the clock tower, and he sighs contentedly.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" hey. s' it just me, or is this sunset calmer than usual? " he gestures towards it with the tip of his popsicle stick, looking to his companion with a little smile. " i swear, if i'm not careful, i might just fall asleep right here. and that fall would be a helluva doozy. " he laughed again, but it was hollow. a fall from here would do more than hurt, and he'd never be careless enough to do so. but something about this afternoon truly felt special. the lull of the tower ticking behind them, the birds in the sky, the hustle and bustle of the town below ... axel shrugs. " tsk. listen to me. roxas must be rubbin' off if i'm saying stuff like that. "
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↪ ・ ENTER A JOURNEY ACROSS SPACE AND FIND OUT YOUR PERSONA!
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ㅤㅤ ↪ ・ 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈 & 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁. : ... accepting!
@13nth: ‘‘ i'm obviously coming with you. ’’
ㅤㅤ 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐅𝐔𝐋 ㅤㅤthat xion has gotten everything from roxas. to her creators, they would say she was supposed to: ㅤㅤa replica made to steal his every facet; ㅤㅤhis keyblade, his fighting-style, his memories.ㅤㅤ they didn't expect he'd see her as a person. ㅤㅤthey didn't expect she'd see herself as a person through him.ㅤㅤ sun-ray smiles and the crack of splitting two popsicles apart; sunrise, when she caught him waiting when she turned the corner; sunset, when she placed sea-shells by his pillow, the ocean captured by his sleeping ear.
ㅤㅤhe is her best friend who made way for two. but if she were to attribute everything to roxas, she'd have to attribute everything to sora, as well: that boy in her his memories, the origin of where her and roxas began.
ㅤㅤand also where'd they end. roxas always worries: he can't help it. his brows are already furrowed, and there's a stubborn line to his lips he can't shake. maybe best friends to them means something like: together. ㅤㅤthrough everything, together.ㅤㅤ we'll figure it out, together.
ㅤㅤ‘‘ not this time, roxas, ’’ xion says. she is the sea and he is the sun and only the moon has a say in it all. ㅤㅤor: she knows he will try to stop her. she also knows he can't. ㅤㅤshe's more his eclipse anyway ㅤㅤ ━ㅤㅤ letting none of his light seep through. if she had a heart it must be like a chasm, for nothing is as hard as saying no to him. for leaving him alone.
ㅤㅤ everything could be false, manufactured or forged, her connection to roxas just a copy of something real. ㅤㅤ but copy or not, it'd still be real to her. ㅤㅤ ‘‘ you'll be okay, ’’ㅤㅤ she tells him, her smile shallow waters, ㅤㅤ ‘‘ i promise. ’’
ㅤㅤ maybe because she stole all the important pieces of sora from him, he was able to be his own person.ㅤㅤ to her, roxas is fierce, and headstrong, and willing to forsake everything to continue their sun-dyed forevers. ㅤㅤ he is the strongest boy she knows, harsher-edged and focused.ㅤㅤ so: he'll have to forgive her for being selfish just this once.
ㅤㅤ hands clasped behind her back, xion's smile fades from view.ㅤㅤ ‘‘ i'll be protecting you this time, ’’ ㅤ she asserts. it's not a kind thing to do. but it's better than losing him.
ㅤㅤ she must've gotten her stubbornness from roxas.
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“ i want you to leave me alone . ” :) hehe
↪ we'd have our idle conversations at the usual place, but you'd always look past me.ㅤ♡ㅤ\ㅤ@c0pyc4t
ㅤㅤㅤㅤa push and pull, like the tides drawn to the will of the moon. nobodies have always been a strange kind to draw power from themselves when there should only be emptiness. today, the gravity of her propels him back in an abrupt change of the air around them. twilight town has always been warm. the company he carried with him made the sunsets a kind observer. and yet roxas could only feel cold when she turned away from him. speaks:
i want you to leave me alone.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤveins icy / breath stuttering / the storm of his eyes a contained downpour, lest a dam breaks.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤhe doesn't know what happened to them. the three of them, becoming a disjointed and unfitting trio. even after xion's ( forced ) return, they haven't... talked. some sunsets are spent together in silence, and others are just roxas alone. no attempt at an interaction had been made in the last few days. it had been luck to catch her up here at all, and he'd been overjoyed. as much ecstatic a nobody is allowed to feel. and yet.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤthere was so little roxas understood about the ocean and the moon and the natural order of things. he has always been the disruption of nature, always defying. so he reaches—a palm on her shoulder. but the hold is loose, leaving room for her to break free. already expecting the loss of her warmth. nowadays, he doesn't really know his best friends anymore.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ" i'm sorry. if it was something i did, i... " his palms feel clammy beneath the gloves, hands shaking. the seasalt in his other hand remains unforgotten as it drops down, down below, taking roxas' excitement to spend time with his best friend with it. maybe... maybe they didn't want to be his friend anymore? there are pieces of him breaking, jagged, and a thousand cuts to his insides. the fingers on xion's shoulder feel stiff now, feeling regret that he had touched her at all.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤhe breathes in, hardening his resolve despite the breaking in him. each letter by letter a shard carving him inside out. but by stars, if he didn't try, what kind of friend ( if he was one at all ) would roxas be?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤwhen he smiles at her, the curve of his lips are forced taut and his eyes near watery. he nods his head. " if you'd rather just be alone... that's okay. just know that i'm. " a moment of hesitation, finally looking away. his hand withdraws from her shoulder and settles awkwardly to his side. he didn't want to push the wrong buttons again, though it seemed he'd slammed the bond between them for—merely existing, perhaps. " i'm here for you, for whatever you need. and if... and if you want to be alone right now, that's fine too. i'll back off. give you some space. " did she even want his company?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤhe rises from the ledge. offers xion one more smile for good measure. he's unsure if he does so for her sake or his own. a slight shift of the wind that comes slow, as if it felt shame for breezing by at all.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤand then roxas is gone, consumed by dark tendrils. even these corridors feel warmer than the sun right now.
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ㅤㅤ ↪ ・ 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈 & 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁. : ... accepting!
𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚂𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙴𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙽. that's why it's a little silly to admit xion thought she caught axel near sunset, his back long and stretched in an alleyway. her and roxas were close to eye to eye, but with axel, he was always out of reach: always looked up to or around the breadth of roxas' shoulders, the spikes of his red hair peaking out like the edges of a spectacular sunset, crimson-stained sun.
ㅤㅤmaybe it's more accurate to say she catches him near meeting time, that expanse between waiting and company. it's rare. it's got to be special. ‘‘ are you headed to the clock tower? ’’ xion's run up beside him, already knowing the answer. but she's making conversation ━ and awkward as it is, they can just chalk it up to being nobodies, can't they? someone with a heart might know better how to make the measured leap between roxas' friend and her friend but she's ... a barrage of words hammer into her head, scraping against her throat, all clamoring to derive an insecure, punishing answer.
ㅤㅤbut she's doing her best. that's enough, isn't it? ‘‘ i'm surprised. i thought you'd already be there with roxas. ’’ glancing up at him, her shy smile hooked in the corners, she teases: ‘‘ were you waiting for me? ’’ she expects, well ━ she doesn't know what to expect with axel. he's still a conundrum to her; a smoking wheel.
ㅤㅤxion knows this, though ━ she doesn't expect the way axel palms the back of his neck, tilting away from her, distracted with the puffs of nearly cloudless sky rather than her face.
@scorcharies: ‘‘ i don't know , maybe. ’’ he says. ‘‘ i wanna be your friend , i guess . ’’
ㅤㅤand oh, maybe they don't need hearts to fumble their way through connection, to make their way from the opposite ends of the same shore. ‘‘ don't be silly, axel, ’’ xion says, wet and paper-thin. it’s brittle in her mouth with hope. ‘‘ you're already my friend. ’’ friendship is ━ sunsets and sea-salt, the icing on the cake, dangling her feet off the clock tower railing with her cheeks full of the candy-sweetness of joy.
ㅤㅤhe taught her that.
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↪ 𝐹𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑂𝑅𝑌 ⅋ 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 . ( a collection of sentence starters from season one of syfy's the magicians . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt will be updated as time goes on . )
it's always something with you , isn't it ? it's always an emergency .
look , this is your responsibility .
wow , nice trick . i'm sure you're a hit at parties .
so ... you think you're ready .
i called you . all weekend . where were you ?
okay , we have got to pull you together .
you can't run away hard enough , can you ?
i know where you were all weekend .
life is raw , everybody medicates .
i love you . call me , okay ?
am i hallucinating ?
come on , or you'll miss it .
can i start over ? please .
i'm going to make sure you don't remember a thing .
playing with time is such difficult magic .
don't bother trying to compare yourself .
it's good to be aware the world is blatantly unfair .
it's my fault that they said that .
if you think my family is some sort of advantage , you've been misinformed .
maybe i wouldn't let myself forget .
that was before i knew there was something else .
it's really okay if this is not your thing .
you're hurting yourself , & you're not okay .
i just needed to see if i was right .
we've been watching you for quite a while now .
hello ? do you need help ?
you feel right because you're starting towards your destiny .
for some reason , you're involved . so be involved .
look , hold that thought , okay ?
i'm obviously coming with you .
there's no such thing as safe magic .
what is this place exactly , besides a health hazard ?
you ask a lot of questions .
jesus , you didn't tell me you were dangerous .
it's a little bit bigger than messing up .
there's a bad story every few years around here .
can you just help me live with myself ?
i'm gonna tell you something deep & dark & personal now .
i'm trying to tell you , you are not alone here .
i don't know . i wanna be your friend , i guess .
you should hate me right now .
the last thing i wanted to do growing up was read fantasy .
let's just say life wasn't exactly non-stop fun growing up .
if you're guilty , i'm guilty .
come do something stupid with me before you go .
okay , you know what ? i'm not interested in your personal issues .
this isn't just some lark to me , just so you know .
i mean seriously , what do they expect , you know ?
look , you can't run away from you .
there's nothing i can do in this moment to stop the comet from crashing into the earth , is there ?
i keep trying to tell myself that this is somehow better .
you don't see color & want to go back to black & white .
you can't help , & i can't help you .
what the hell was that , you maniac ?
why would you ever trust anyone ?
i'm willing to teach the right people what i know . & i know a lot .
you're lucky i can fix this .
hey , have you heard of karma ? sometimes it's instant .
i'm generous with you , considering .
get me everything on this list . this week .
why even ask , if you'll just forget it again ?
that's not a real answer .
you're a much better liar than i expected you to be .
do you think you have a destiny ?
there is no destiny . no born heroes .
you can either step up to it or not , that's up to you .
this is your problem , that you should solve !
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♟: PRIVATE & LOW-ACTIVITY RP BLOG FOR XION: KH. portrayed by jay ( they / he. 26. ) [ heavy headcanon influence. ] 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸.ㅤㅤᵗᵉᵐᵖᵒʳᵃʳʸ ʳᵘˡᵉˢ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᶜᵘᵗ.
an exploration in: body dysmorphia & depersonalization, earning the right to exist, sacrifice, GROWING BEYOND ONE'S PROGRAMMING, promises, &ㅤa heart's memory.
⥼ Ⅰ. carrd. ・ Ⅱ. prompt tag. ・ Ⅲ. inbox count: 07.
・ COLLECTING ♡'s WITH: @scorcharies
001.ㅤ usual common decency applies: i will not interact with with any person who exhibits any form of bigotry, such as homophobia, transphobia + racism. there is zero tolerance for trans-fetishizing terms like f/ta, tr/p, or f/emboy. i will not interact with minors for my own comfort. no blending ic with ooc.
002. rp preferences: character development / exploration, plotting threads / collaborative writing, long term threads, long-form paragraph rp vs. one-liners. get kind of bored of crp / writing fights that are the main focus of the thread. feel free to ask about my discord not only for accessibility's sake, but so that we can chat! i think fostering at least a friendly ooc relationship is super important. as a note, pre-established relationships are absolutely ok, and we can work through something beyond starting off as strangers, if you'd like. i am an enabler and i don't mind making up verses or headcanons between us. write our own nonsense vibe.
003.ㅤblog stuff: private blog meaning, all interactions are mutuals only. i'm very strangely particular about following back, so don't take it personally. i'm going to be low-activity. perfectly happy to be mutuals with my duplicates, but i'm not interested in writing threads with them. i practice ship exclusives + affiliates. easiest way to interact with me is to send an ask! we can make it into a thread. all memes are fair game, look into the tag and send me something! otherwise, cut posts, softblock on unfollow, the usual. i'll post triggers as "tw: trigger" no embellishments.
004.ㅤcharacter notes: i portray xion as transfem. 14-19. i'll add more & get to my grievances about kh3 later.
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Every now and then, I catch him staring at me. When I ask what’s wrong, he says, “I’m not sure. I think I’m forgetting something. Don’t know what.”
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