Cause each time you make me taste it [RP entry- closed]

[wishgazer]

Characters: Monou "Kamui" Fuuma and Squall "Leon" Leonhart
Location: Somewhere in Traverse Town
Summary: It's a hard knock life, most especially when you're living in a world full of bastards who are out to get your heart.

Comments

[austering]

[That very same sense of imagination that makes Leon rather glad that "Kamui" wasn't on the other end of the battlefield. He's been at this a long time, traveled many places, and hasn't seen too many people who can do that. A thunder spell was one thing, but that? It's another

[wishgazer]

[One hand twitches as he takes a 'break' to watch the other man do his own thing, and he looks down at it in confusion, flexing the limb and finding himself wondering if, sometime go, he had a weapon himself. The way Leon wields his strange blade is familiar, and yet not, and triggers another thought that becomes a springboard for many more-- did he have a sword in his past

[austering]

[There wasn't so much of an intention of hogging as simply getting them out of the way. It isn't as if there is a lack of them. Even with the keyhole sealed, they're everywhere. In everything. They always will be.

There never would be an end to them. Not fully.

Perhaps that's why Leon hates them in a way. And it is hatred, whether he wants to admit it or not (always so contrary, but they are Heartless, it isn't as if they have minds of their own). He has his reasons

[wishgazer]

[Oh, now they did it.

Forget fighting one-on-one-- if they do something like that, if they use little tricks like that, that can actually hurt Leon, there's no reason for him to continue playing around