ROXAS IS BACK ! he’s here: @aesias
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#❛ ✰ ooc.#( it's my fault for never putting effort into this blog but anyway ...#these are oc blogs so i know not everyone is open to that but ! i figure i'd let u all know what i've been up to#and that ! it was fun here while i had confidence in my portrayal of roxas#i've tried bringing him back so many times but he just won't stick and i'm never happy with how i write him#so !!! i have all of his icons but in the meantime i'm letting him go#thanks everyone !!
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Another dream ? Maybe… who knows. Been played a FOOL one too many times by the heart before, it’s hard ( so very hard ) to distinguish reality from false hopes. Still, he’s HERE now— & it’s a relief, like a breath of the freshest air. ❛That— that doesn’t matter anymore, Roxas ! ‘Cause you’re okay ! You’re your own person ! ❜ But, there’s that smile now, & he’s finding himself scooting that much closer to him ; hand rising to IMPULSIVELY clutch where the heart resides. ❛ I’m just glad I got t’ see you again— ❜
( even if this is just a dream, he wants to say )
he allowed for a solemn nod as he took a deep breath. even now, with no cause to fight, he still couldn’t face him. he couldn’t help but feel that when their paths managed to cross, he was in the wrong place — an obstruction in the hero’s path, a deep hole in the road. yet … they were together again. sora seemed to dream of him more often, and he could hardly help but meet him halfway. funny how he was almost afraid of him, but he kept coming anyway.
❛ me too, ❜ he murmured. ❛ how’s … everyone doing ? ❜ he thought more about lea than anyone, but … they were all fighting together. sora knew that better than he did.
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I AM NOT A FRAGMENT I AM NOT BROKEN I AM NOT MISSING A PART OF ME I AM NOT LIKE THEM
I
AM
MY
OWN
PERSON
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‘ MM. Roxas , huh ? I’m Masaomi. ‘ He ignores the all too familiar word. ‘ Gang. ‘ Though he couldn’t be too sure if he meant a color gang per se. This quite obviously wasn’t Ikebukuro. ‘ Seifer…Hmm.. ‘ He trails off , lost in thought. ‘ Old mansion ? Uh — I don’t think so..I think I just got lost somehow. I’m from the city.. ‘
❛ the city ? ❜ well, that wasn’t helpful. roxas couldn’t think of any city close by; twilight town was the biggest place he could think of ( then again, he had never been anywhere beyond the beach ). ❛ did you come off the train ? maybe the people there can help you get back. ❜ roxas wasn’t the most familiar with the system, but surely the people who worked there could help out.
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❛ you head for the window instead, roxas, ❜ despite the meaning, naminé knows she displays an uncertainty of sorts. she’s experienced feeling to be trapped, and so did he. ❛ or… make an opening yourself. ❜
❛ i wish it was that easy, ❜ he sighed as a hand moved to comb through the hair at the nape of his neck. ❛ no matter what i do, i feel ... stuck. ❜ it took him a moment to find the word he was looking for. even then, he wasn’t sure what it was that held him back. he, even herself, were both free now, weren’t they ?
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truth be told, cloud himself hasn’t taken the TIME to hunt down any good food places. in all fairness, he’s been occupied with things a little more complicated than an empty stomach. that’s not to say he wouldn’t know where to look, & that he’s wholly unaware of his surroundings —— he’d just rather NOT wind up becoming some stranger’s escort. ( … a kid, no less. ) letting him starve would also prove troublesome. “ … depends. you like icecream ? ”
roxas could only offer a skeptical nod in response as he looked up and down the street. maybe it was just him, but the place hardly seemed “ cheery ” enough for an ice cream parlor. then again, who was he to judge ? the only other one that he could think of was back in twilight town ... that was rather far from where he was now, wasn’t it ?
❛ sure i do ... there’s really something like that around here ? ❜
ok ok i think i’m gonna get to the drafts i’m really feeling and then clear the rest ! i’ll try and post a starter call this weekend!!
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— it me. serial blog making extraordinaire. head so far in the game i forgot i actually have to post here, so off to a gr8 start!!!!! please like / reblog if you’d be down for interacting with ROXAS from KINGDOM HEARTS, performed by yaboi ghost. existentialism and battle-hardened sticks at the ready.
golly i wanna write here so bad !! :(
#❛ ✰ ooc.#( in sorry for being so busy folks junior year is already kicking my ass#if i don't have a crazy weekend this week i hope to do some cleaning here !!#maybe get a new theme / banner and get to drafts i've had for a while#on the plus side i'm turning 17 tomorrow ! so i'll see if i can treat myself some time !!!!!
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wordsnquotes
The sadness of the past is with me always.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Letter to Zelda Fitzgerald,” 1934 (via wordsnquotes)
Source: wordsnquotes
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Zeus smirks, high and mighty and cutting, and asks, what would you give?
And Atlas – arms trembling and shoulders shaking – thinks: what haven’t I given already?
rhymesofblue, “In the end sacrifice means nothing” (via mythaelogy)
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& for a split second, there was silence. The type of silence that makes the heart throb in nervousness or anxiety, that makes the skin feel sweaty but the fngertips lost in a frozen sensation, that makes everything feels blurred & distant from your feet ( as if you would always expect to fall into some unknown plan ) & that takes away every voice chord you thought you had inside your throat. Was he reallynotthere ? Was the spiky-haired one that desperate to make his MISTAKES right ? Was that figure really . . . just an illusion created by his troubled mind & ached heart ? But right after that masked eternity shaped as a millisecond passed, hope hatched when the golden-haired one spoke his name. A clear, soft tone. A realtone. If by shock, disbelief or simple loss of worlds, the brunet took a while to process the other male’s sayings. There was a smile painted on his rosy lips ( a sign of his innocence and pure bliss lying in his chest ) to the fact they were meeting again, but its vestige faded as quick as it came to light: he didn’t know how to answer that question. Rather, he didn’t want to. Heck, he couldn’t even figure out if he would ever be able to. There was no other explanation other than the truth, & the junior hero knew that the sooth could be a sharp knife waiting to be soulessly used. As though as to match the boy’s feelings, the clouds started to lose its redish hues, grey shades taking over the once beautiful sky above them; clenching fists & biting bottom lip in painful frustration, blue eyes stared the other way. ❛ i just . . . followed my heart. ❜ Was it really okay to say that ? To say that he was there because the will in his heart guided him to his so called other half ? Roxas never deserved that, to be reduced to some kind of adjunct or part of the wielder, he never asked for that nor did anything to deserve such cruel, plodder destiny, as if fortune was sadistically laughing at him. It HURT to know that some would consider the blonde’s heart to be a piece of Sora’s. It hurt even more to realize that he WASN’T STRONG ENOUGH do anything to help it, to make the Nobody exist by his own, to free him from such unjust curse. The one chosen by light couldn’t accept that; he WOULDN’T accept that. So what did he have to do ? What could he do ? His hands were so firm & strongly closed that he felt his small nails entering his flesh bit by bit,almost bleeding. The bitter taste on his mouth got mixed with the knot on his gullet, empyrean admiral eyes frowned in agony closing right after his head was down. How cruel was the universe. ❛ roxas, i ——— i - i’m sorry. ❜ for everything.
❛ sounds just like you. ❜ he could hardly help the smile, the faint laugh that tumbled from his lips. but ... the sight of sora’s expression stopped him from speaking further; he saw the pain in his face and his body briefly went cold. an odd sensation; for as long as he had resided in his heart, he had only felt the beat of a constant warmth, light. yet now, their little world seemed to tremble, to go dim ... what sora felt wasn’t a simple pang.
the steps he took to approach sora were small and hesitant, as though he were unsure of his footing. it had been a while since he had seen his body and felt itself put to use; up until a moment ago, he was nothing more than a bodiless wisp in a world full of nothing. yet now, he could see how the shadows moved, smell the warm stone, observe even the smallest of sora’s movements. though he could see sora’s pain, he felt oddly ... happy. happy that he had another chance to speak. though their reunion was something bittersweet, he was glad to see him again. how long had it been ? not since that dream ... even then, he couldn’t say. it had felt like an eternity; he knew that much.
hands reached out to gently take sora’s into his own. right ... hadn’t he done this before ? for a while, he could only look down and stare at their connection. he didn’t know where his strong urge to be close came from, but there was something about the pull he couldn’t ignore. was it just for this moment they were fated to meet ? had sora come with the intention of meeting him once again ? as much as roxas tried to communicate with sora, hardly anything seemed to work. he was afraid that if he let go, sora would leave once again, leave without roxas saying what he had bottled up within himself since the last time.
❛ sora, ❜ he sighed as he carefully pulled him into an embrace, ❛ it’s okay. ❜ the feeling of sora against him was beyond words. he could feel him shake, the pulse of his heart, the heat that radiated from his face. ❛ this is how it has to be. ❜ there was nothing he could do to change his fate, change who he was, despite what sora told him, and what he used to tell himself. it had taken him so long to accept who he was, how he came to be, his role in sora’s story — all a mistake. he had realized it all the moment he first saw him.
❛ i’m glad i can see you again. ❜
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Riku couldn’t help but chuckle. What else was he supposed to do? Their situation was positively messed up, so to speak, and nothing was going to change anytime soon. Riku knew they’d never get along, but they’d have to. For the worlds’ sake. For Sora’s sake.
“Even if you didn’t want to, Sora would’ve managed anyway. That’s just how he is,” Riku admitted, shoving his hands into his pockets as he shrugged. “None of us had a say in any of this, so I guess we just gotta accept it.”
roxas released a frustrated sigh as he shook the hair from his eyes. he couldn’t imagine why sora wanted to bring him back if he was only another problem to add to the growing pile. it would have been easier, safer, if he had just ceased to exist like everyone said. his existence was a mistake, and he had come to accept that ... up until he was back again.
❛ ... yeah. ❜ easy for him to say; he was sora’s best friend, a keyblade master ... somebody that people could actually trust. for a moment, he felt scorn swell in his chest, but he was quick to let it go. he had fought with him enough. ❛ but ... not even you could’ve stopped him ? ❜