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Hey guys! Sorry for the absense on this account! I’ve started university this year, so it’s been kind of hard on me, but don’t worry! I’ll soon be back here!

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*double pistol and winks at the knowledge that she is his favorite*

Clicks tongue and finger guns back.

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“ Partners in crime? ”

Xion laughed, raising an eyebrow quietly as she leaned back, allowing the back of her hands to settle on the base of the tower.

“... Thanks for becoming my friends, Roxas.”

It was a thought that bubbled up out of nowhere, but she just felt the urge to... thank him.

When she bumps him back, his smile brightens a few notches. Roxas wasn’t sure, but he thought that, maybe, this was what friendship was about. And if it was he never wanted to loose it.

“ That’s for sure.”

He wasn’t certain they could keep going if the organization told them to stop, but the idea of it made him happy. He doubted it would ever come to that anyway. And if it did, well, they would figure it out then.

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Xion gave a small smile, laughing gently as Roxas seemed to go bright red, his own confirmation bringing back her own dash of scarlet. She fiddled with her own gloves as she pushed a strand of black hair behind her ear.

“... Um... so we both liked it... now what?”

So what was the natural response to both people liking a kiss? Did you do something else?

He had finally been getting his blush to die back down, only for her words to bring it back in full force. She liked it. What was he supposed to to do with that information? Should he kiss her again? Should they just leave it at that? He was starting to really regret going into this without thinking.

“ No, no! I did. I just- wasn’t sure if you did…”

Now they were going in circles.

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Being reminded that you were a replica hurt.

She liked to avoid the thought, but it seemed like here stood someone who might actually understand. Her hair gently shifted across her forehead as she looked back at the Riku look-alike, a soft breath escaping her as she did.

“... I honestly... don’t remember. I didn’t even remember that I wasn’t a real person until... recently.”

Was recently a good word for it? It would have to work, she gave the replica a smile, eyes focusing on him as she tried to push any discomfort at the subject of the question away. They both understood how the other felt, and this could only be helpful in the long run.

“ I’m Xion... what should I call you? ”

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⊰ ♟ ⊱           “I didn’t…I didn’t think any                       other Replica made it out                       of CASTLE OBLIVION…” The Replica thought about this for a moment. He recalled most of the others being failures, unless this was a FAULT in his MEMORY.                       “I suppose you escaped,                       or you’re a SUCCESS?” He didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable or anything. In fact, she gave him a little HOPE.

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Xion stared at her, back straight as she stepped once more forward, before stepping back. It was probably a bad idea to attempt to  get any closer to Kairi. She made a good point, and Xion nodded, 

“ I’m not with them anymore...”

Though she knew Kairi was smart. She wouldn’t believe her if she simply told her that she wasn’t with the mostly destroyed group. Even though she wasn’t sure if Kairi would trust her with the appearance of her weapon (a weapon of light) she summoned the Keyblade, glancing down at it. A sham, it was, just like her.

“ ... if you still do not trust me... I can answer any question you want to ask me? Just... I’m honest when I say that I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to talk to Namine. ”

Xion wasn’t sure if Namine would remember her, but she was smart, right? She could at least give her an answer as to why she was here.

♥- even so, kairi would not back down. this girl who looked so much like her in her younger teenage years. it was just too… freaky to be a mere coincidence. after all, the only one she shared a special bond with outside of blood was naminé and this girl wore an organization cloak. hadn’t they gotten rid of all of the organization members save for roxas. 

clutching destiny’s embrace tighter, the redhead’s voice was loud and her eyes narrowed as she asked, “how do i know you won’t hurt me? you’re with the organization, aren’t you? i’m not really on good terms with them.” not after they had kidnapped her, used (and abused) naminé and even tried to hurt her friends, hurt sora! she’d never forgive them. not ever. 

“prove to me you aren’t like the rest of them. show me you’re different.” like roxas is.

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Xion stared at the quiet nature around them, the sun glaring down at them, even though it was sunset. It felt like it was sitting there, judging her for not still remaining in that perfect oasis that was the clock tower with her friends. Even though it was far from her fault, she still felt like a bit of the blame was hers to carry.

“... no... I didn’t...” Xion closed her eyes, honesty pouring from her lips as she allowed the peaceful environment to anchor her to place, so that she wouldn’t float away from her thoughts instead of facing them. The hand on her shoulder helped with that, and when pulled away she looked back toward the blonde.

“... but I don’t feel at place here either... not to compare everyone to the organization, but... I’m the odd one out. Everyone here is real, and I’m... not. I should’t even exist, and it was pure luck that led me to being here in the first place... how much help can I honestly be? “

Once the words slipped out, they continued to pour until her worries were spread out for examination, like a biology frog.

          { ☆ } ┈ GIVEN TO XION HAD been a sympathetic gaze, an empathetic hand on the girl’s cloaked shoulder, although, naminé kept her lips shut as to not wreck the melancholic tranquility. of course, she had not been in xion’s predicament, not ONCE. she couldn’t touch upon the topic; they weren’t close enough now. neither axel or roxas had been here —— it was up to the witch herself to tend to xion.

          NOT QUESTIONING ANY FURTHER, her hand is now gently off the shoulder it was perched on, cerulean eyes meeting the vast sea and sky. she did not pressure anymore to the dark-haired girl, only smiling once she heard her answer. ❝ there’s always a beginning, ❞ she simply began.

          ❝ what did you first think about? ❞ a SIMPLE inquiry to get the brain working. ❝ did you feel at place when you were back there? ❞ back there at the organization?

          THIS CONVERSATION BEING reminiscent to their previous one so long ago, naminé thought back to the other time she helped xion out. they were at her mansion, seated face to face. she merely agreed to protect roxas in her place; there was a MUTUAL understanding between them. if only that connection came back.

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Xion shrugged quietly as she stared back at the break in the sun’s beams. When he bumped her shoulder, she bumped him right back, a bright grin slipping across her face. 

“And even if they tried, we’re just a pair of rebels.”

It was a joke, a simply tease as she glanced back at him, pleased with the company of her close friend. It felt nice to have someone in the Organization who she could trust and care about.

“ It would be nice, yeah.”

It was a little sad to realize he and Xion would likely not have much chance to go on a mission together again, much less in the near future. But she had a point, they had the clock tower and ice cream and that was one thing that Organization couldn’t begrudge them so long as they key doing their missions.

“ Yeah, they’ll never take this from us.” He bumps their shoulder together playfully with a smile.

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“N... No, it’s fine... I... liked it.”

Xion covered her lips a bit, giving a small giggle tor release the tension settling in her chest. She finishes her own off, chewing it as she stared back up at the sunset, a soft breath escaping her. Was she confused? Sure. Did she honestly care? Not really. She kicked her feet out quietly, rubbing her chest where her heart should be, trying to disperse the warmth there.

“If.... you didn’t like it though, we don’t have to mention it...”

She frowned a bit, looking back at Roxas with a bit of concern.

“ Something like that, yeah…”

He honestly had no clue why he did it, though he supposed trying it out on Xion was better of his two choices, and there was something warm settling in his chest. He didn’t have a name for it, but he thought it might be happiness. Which was weird because his face was still very red.

“ I mean- if, if you didn’t like it we can forget that happened.”

He finishes off his ice cream just to get himself to stop talking. He was definitely fidgeting now. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to change the subject? What was supposed to ask her a question? Certainly the question of why people kissed was answered, but now he was left with too many other ones.

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Anyone who has been following me for a little while and reading my ooc posts will know I’ve been unemployed for a long time. I am officially out of money so I decided to market the one skill I know I do well.

I am officially accepting drabble and fanfic commissions.

Examples of things I’ve written can be found on here, here, and here

The initial cost will be $10 for 1,000 words and $5 for every 1,000 after that. These prices can be haggled and negotiated need be, but that’s generally going to be my flat rate unless you can come up with a compelling reason for me to shift the numbers for you.

The payments will be able to be made through paypal (and you don’t have to have a paypal to pay through it. If you have a different preferred method of payment I will cater to you here), and I’ll give you those details upon receiving your request. I also reserve the right to turn down ideas, though that’s not very likely to happen as I’ve yet to find a subject matter I won’t touch.

That’s not to say I won’t still be writing drabbles and fanfics for myself, or no longer taking requests for just about anything, but any requests that aren’t paid for are likely to be closer to 500 words or less.

Feel free to direct any questions to my inbox, anon is turned on if you’re shy. Everything (asks, updates, etc.) will be tagged with about: commissions as well

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papilia said: 

omg I hope you are doing better in the meanwhile D:

Thank you, I’ve just had a pretty weak immune system, ever since I was little. It’s something I’ve gotten used to, but it makes it hard to actually focus on things, and I like to give my all with roleplay and such. I still have a little headache, but that’s something I can live with.

Thank you so much for your concern! I really appreciate it ;u;

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*calls down the well* FUC-*dog bark* YOU IMMUNE SYSTEEEEEEEEM

*echo* SYSTeeeeeeeem

*echo* systeeeeeeeem

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My muse is bandaging a wound, send "What happened?!" for their reaction to yours finding them.

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Xion’s own hands wrapped around her frame in a weak self-hug, the smell of the sea salt hitting her hard with feelings atop a clock tower. Sometimes, she missed those moments, where she was blind to the Organization’s true goals, where she simply followed orders, waiting patiently for the mission to be over so she could head back to their meeting place.

When she believed herself a real nobody, and not a simple doll.

A FAKE among FAKES.

At Namine’s offer, Xion’s gaze focused back up on the witch, a denial on her lips... but it didn’t come. Instead, her voice whispered an agreement.

“... Maybe, it might be nice to. I don’t know where to start though...”

With her feelings? With the events? Xion was blind to the way one released the tension on her chest.

          { ☆ } ┈ HAVING BEEN A PROFICIENT expert at masking one’s inner emotions with a FEIGNED smile, she already pierced through the facade. she’d be lying if she responded with how it’s okay to overthink; it was never okay. frequently having a weight atop her shoulders and chest, she knew how it felt. the forlorn gaze she spotted within the other girl’s face, the tone she heard, the softness of her voice —— xion was hurting.

          ❝ it’s never okay to overthink, xion. ❞

          SHE HEARD HERSELF SPEAK, almost as if she were full of wisdom. naminé was quick to comprehend the SAD VIBRANCY of this predicament. ❝ want to talk about it? ❞ her soothing whisper inquired, her fingers habitually intertwining together in front of her chest idly. despite the sullen nature of the atmosphere, she smiled.

          ❝ i’m always here to lend an ear. ❞

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" Just felt like it ? ”

Now she was even more confused. She nodded quietly though, like she understood, and a part of her did. If the settled feeling in her chest was anything like Roxas’s, she could understand wanting to create it. Her gloved hand moved to settle on her chest as she took her own bite of ice cream.

“... that makes... sense...”

Her flush remained as she scratched her cheek quietly, eyes trailing back to focus on Roxas. She was unsure of what to say or do, but for the moment she decided simply scooting closer to the blonde would be for the best.

Her words only cause Roxas’s blush to deepen and he turns away, embarrassed and suddenly remembering his half eaten ice cream in his hand. For lack of anything else to do, and quite possibly to keep himself quiet, he takes a bite, letting it melt a little on his tongue and willing the blood to drain from his face.

He still had no clue why he had decided to kiss Xion, much less now of all times but it wasn’t unpleasant. Just maybe a little awkward now. He hadn’t really thought this far ahead and now he was fidgeting nervously, waiting to see if she was going to ask him why.

But instead she trails off. And he’s not quite sure what to say. “ If you’re about to ask, I-I don’t know why I did that.” He provides the answer before the question could leave her lips. “ I- just felt like it I guess?”

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Roxas had heard of kisses. He thought he might have seen a few people doing it in various locations across Twilight Town. He didn’t quite understand the point, but they all looked content enough.

Or maybe that was just an excuse after the fact, for he currently had his lips pressed lightly to Xion’s, a scarlet blush covering his whole face as he pulled back. “ I-I’m sorry, I was curious.”

Of course, Xion had heard of kisses as well, it was something you occasionally saw when traversing different worlds, or even a single world. She didn’t expect to receive one, herself, however. That soon changed atop the clock tower. Xion blinked a bit at Roxas’s quick movement forward and froze.

A few minutes later, when Roxas had tugged away, she thawed, her own red flush spreading across her pale features. Her chest slightly constricted, but with a warm feeling. Not unpleasant... just a bit confusing. Her eyes trailing over to the ice cream that had slightly melted during the kiss.

“D-Don’t apologize... i-it’s definitely ok... “ She rubbed at her warm cheeks, a small breath escaping, “... So, um...” Lot of questions she wanted to ask, but none seemed to want to come out.

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noexiiistence said:

[ always do the thing ]

// will now always do the thing.