video; all Xemnas has is Kefka's clothing; plot plot plot

[needsheartsplz]

[Xemnas is regal in his royal blue robes with the high, lacy collar, which peeks out from under his Organization coat, looking down at Never Was from his mansion seat through the camera. Pay no mind to the hollows under his eyes; it's not as if he's been fighting the world for control for the past few months. He does that with ease.]Citizens of the

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[moardarknessplz]

Oh? What could you possibly need from me?

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[moardarknessplz]

You can't find me on your own?

[filtered > action, if that works for you xD]

[needsheartsplz]

Look behind you.

[Surpriiiiiiiise. Sup, Ansem, what're you doing here?]

[action is fine~]

[moardarknessplz]

[Ansem doesn't turn to look, or at least not right away. He doesn't need to. He knows who's there, he can feel it.]

Good afternoon.

lights, camera, action!

[needsheartsplz]

Good afternoon.

[He runs his hands down Ansem's shoulders, smirking at the tingle of energy that runs through him from the contact.]

lights, camera, action!

[moardarknessplz]

[Ansem smiles at that, even if Xemnas can't see it. It's an interesting comparison to when they last met.]

You're in a good mood, I take it?

[needsheartsplz]

What other mood would I be in, around my heart?

[He can feel--by Darkness, he can feel this close to Ansem, feel the smug pleasure warming him, feel himself in a mimicry of wholeness--]

[Feels Ansem's hair brushing against his nose and, driven by impulse and the filled-up feeling, leans over Ansem's shoulder to look at him, smiling back.]

[moardarknessplz]

What other indeed?

[Ansem chooses to not remind his other half of that once-meeting so long(?) ago when he'd been all but an unwanted guest in the mayoral mansion. If Xemnas has seen fit to forgive and forget, then who is he to remind him?

He likes Xemnas better this way anyway, he thinks.]

[needsheartsplz]

[He remembers? Something. Some parts of his memory are washing out with the strain of keeping the world together, other parts poking back out, but he will do this. His heart will bend to him.]

Shall we adjourn to somewhere a little more comfortable?

[moardarknessplz]

[Bend? No, far from it. Ansem bends to no one. But since there's no pressing reason not to he'll go with Xemnas for the time being.]

Let us do so.

[needsheartsplz]

To the mansion, then.

[He opens a portal. Heartless first!]

[moardarknessplz]

[Ansem merely nods, and heads into the darkness.]

[needsheartsplz]

[And Xemnas follows.]

[On the other side is Xemnas's bedroom. Subtle, isn't he.]

[moardarknessplz]

[Oh yes, very subtle, and once Xemnas is through the portal, Ansem turns to look at him.]

I might almost think you were suggesting something.

[needsheartsplz]

You'd be the one to know the desires of my heart.

[He's on a roll with these puns.]

[moardarknessplz]

I shall be blunt, then. What is it you wish of me?