Characters: AU!Roxas, AU!Terra Where: Mui-Eksi When: After this entry. Summary: Terra invites Roxas over to meet him and try to figure out what's going on. Warnings: None that I can think of.
Maybe he was just naive, but he thought things would have come easier, smoother, to him here. Sora was safe, unharmed, with Kairi, memories intact. He could still feel the other keybearer as though they shared the same heart. When the spiky-headed boy from Destiny Islands felt that boundless joy of the heart, when he felt lost or alone...Roxas would always feel it too, in the back of his chest, his mind recognizing the emotion and giving it a name.
But maybe it wasn't Sora that had called him there, but someone else. He had felt some sort of magnetic pull to something in this place, but was always unsure as to the source. Xemnas was there, and at first, he thought it might have been some sort of call to come back to the Organization, but he easily declined and lost no sleep over it. Then he thought it might have been Axel, who he couldn't seem to find but knew was there somehow. Days of searching left him with nothing, and it was almost like Twilight Town in reverse; Axel lost and him searching
( ... )
Anticipation heightened Terra’s senses and in the last few minutes of his wait, he would almost swear that he could feel the boy’s approach resonating in every beat of his own heart. Step by step, the source of power and rusted memories drew closer until at last the soldier heard the soft echo of footsteps and a knock at the door.
Terra turned quickly, snapping from his thoughts as he reached for the doorknob. There he met with another fraction of hesitation but it was soon overcome, forgotten outright. He pulled the door open with a twist of its round handle and immediately dropped his head into a bow, returning to old customs once used to greet strangers at the doors of his Master’s castle. He averted his gaze from the shorter figure with the gesture but as he straightened up again, his body froze to the spot, one hand still loosely grasping the door. He stood there, staring with an expression of astonishment that the hood served to mask.
Ven.The boy was practically a mirror image of his friend. Shock mingled with a dusting of
( ... )
It was hard to know just what he wanted to feel (heart, no heart. What am I?), whether what he was feeling was him or not. Anxiety, familiarity, that same pull he had been aware of...they ran rampant within him and he longed to pin them down and try to find out why. That was the real question. Why all of this...Why the hiding, using false names, refusing to meet. Sure, there were quiet people in the world, but it seemed all to strange, to know something, and then hide it.
He knew Terra somehow. He knew it. But where?
Roxas couldn't sleep at night anymore without falling asleep and wondering who the armored warrior was. He could even hear his voice sometimes, or so he thought, the kindness behind it, calling him friend and thanking him for something.
He had to know.
When the door opened, he looked surprised to see a cloaked man, but it was easily recognizable that it must have been Terra. Hiding again. The bow threw him for a loop; he didn't know if he should respond in kind or to wave it off and say they were friends and there
( ... )
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But maybe it wasn't Sora that had called him there, but someone else. He had felt some sort of magnetic pull to something in this place, but was always unsure as to the source. Xemnas was there, and at first, he thought it might have been some sort of call to come back to the Organization, but he easily declined and lost no sleep over it. Then he thought it might have been Axel, who he couldn't seem to find but knew was there somehow. Days of searching left him with nothing, and it was almost like Twilight Town in reverse; Axel lost and him searching ( ... )
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Terra turned quickly, snapping from his thoughts as he reached for the doorknob. There he met with another fraction of hesitation but it was soon overcome, forgotten outright. He pulled the door open with a twist of its round handle and immediately dropped his head into a bow, returning to old customs once used to greet strangers at the doors of his Master’s castle. He averted his gaze from the shorter figure with the gesture but as he straightened up again, his body froze to the spot, one hand still loosely grasping the door. He stood there, staring with an expression of astonishment that the hood served to mask.
Ven.The boy was practically a mirror image of his friend. Shock mingled with a dusting of ( ... )
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He knew Terra somehow. He knew it. But where?
Roxas couldn't sleep at night anymore without falling asleep and wondering who the armored warrior was. He could even hear his voice sometimes, or so he thought, the kindness behind it, calling him friend and thanking him for something.
He had to know.
When the door opened, he looked surprised to see a cloaked man, but it was easily recognizable that it must have been Terra. Hiding again. The bow threw him for a loop; he didn't know if he should respond in kind or to wave it off and say they were friends and there ( ... )
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