Characters: Terra, open
Time: Afternoon
Location: random ice cream shop
Content: Terra getting ice cream cause he can't do anything else and he has a feeling shit's about to hit the fan again, might as well get one last cone
Format: Prose
Warnings: TBA
Terra had done all he could, the day after Morgana had attacked he had spent most of it resting and trying NOT to think about the nightmare that had been unleashed. Terra knew nightmares well enough and he was pretty sure this current one was spiraling out of control. It did not give him much chance to sleep, but he did close his eyes and he didn't train.
That morning, however, he had found that his ability to summon the keyblade was gone. At first he had panicked. The keyblade and being a Master were all he had dreamed about for so long that NOT to have it felt wrong. Thankfully, he had heard someone mention having wonky powers over the network and he had calmed down a bit after that. However, it still left him feeling weaker than ever. What would happen if Morgana attacked again? What would he do or even be able to do?
Terra knew there was no sense thinking like this. If he thought about this and started moping then he would just irritate Linkara and worry Aqua. He didn't need that. What he DID need was something to take his mind off of things. He didn't know if this would be the last few days before things got worse or even if this would be the last few days before he had to return to his fate, but he was going to try and make the best of it.
And so, he had found himself at the ice cream store. He helped himself behind the counter and just started piling on scoops, barely paying attention to flavors. In the end he had about 6 scoops of ice cream, each a different color, and he was sitting on the sidewalk outside, eating it. He didn't know what was coming but at least maybe the ice cream would make it a little more bearable.