He didn't go back to the castle ( Read more... )

Something was changing ( Read more... )

Disembarking the ship at Hollow Bastion, Aya couldn't help but feel for the first time in his life, unnecessarily shaken. It had been his first ride in one of the gummi ships and it was a bumpy one. Even so, the entire experience thus far had been something worthy of the glimpses he had had of his sister’s affinity for mecha related television all ( Read more... )

Zexion's footfalls were nearly silent as he made his way to the kitchen again. He wasn't worried about encountering anyone on his way - he would have just warped there and back to the viewing room if that were the case - no, he was enjoying the nothing-filled silence that permeated this part of the Castle. Oblivion did not have weighted, expressive ( Read more... )

"Nah. Actually I ate it."

Yeah, it was lame, but he was in a stupid mood at the moment. Stupid and lame, really.

He stretched his arms up as they walked, several bones making a cracking sound. Ah, that felt good. Now he was ready for anything...at least he hope he was.

"We there yet?""You're a barbarian, Xigbar," Zexion deadpanned. "Not a child ( Read more... )

Xigbar wasn't entirely sure how the witch handled the trip, but he plopped her back in her room, then went back to his. Wow, he had been gone so long...haha. Not ( Read more... )

After he left the trio on Hollow Bastion, Zexion spent almost an hour weaving his way through the corridors of darkness between Traverse Town and Castle Oblivion, wondering if the darkness of the corridors could overlay the boy's scent and if, like the witch, he had fallen onto one of the numerous worlds in between. One thing was for sure: it was ( Read more... )

Though his latest journal entry alluded to it, Zexion was not leaving Castle Oblivion because he'd grown bored. It seemed that in his time away he had become restless, unable to remain stagnant long enough for certain pawns to fall into play. Sometimes a spider waited in its web, other times it saw the need to hunt in hopes of returning with ( Read more... )

Zexion felt dirty. It was not the grit of stray sand somehow laced into his cloak, rubbing against his skin here and there as he moved. Not entirely, anyway. He had been careless enough to show his thoughts plainly, to meet with Number 8 in these rags then partake in something unplanned and instinctual. How barbaric. But, at the same time, how ( Read more... )

Zexion did not immediately return to his room as he intended. After leaving the Superior he lingered in the hallways, just wondering the corridors and following that unique scent that was so obvious in a place like Castle Oblivion. Outside it had always been a cacophony of things, too many scents to sort through, each one of them meaning even less ( Read more... )