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(( Anyway, I’d like to apologize for my past few weeks of absence: there was an event going on in one of my other fandoms and I’m revamping a bunch of other blogs while trying to get back on Isa here. I’m going to try and get around to some asks and the like now! ))
Waking up just to catch yourself dreaming again But you won’t think outside the lines that hold you in You say it’s easier just to hide yourself away To shut the windows, lock the doors and disappear
You Are an ISTJ The Duty Fulfiller
You are responsible, reliable, and hardworking—you get the job done. You prefer productive hobbies, like woodworking or knitting. Quiet and serious, you are well prepared for whatever life hands you. You are conservative and down-to-earth. You hardly ever do anything crazy.
In love, you are loyal and honest. If you commit yourself to someone, then you're fully committed. For you, love is something that happens naturally, and you don't need romantic gestures to feel loved.
At work, you remember details well and are happy to take on any responsibility. You would make a great business executive, accountant, or lawyer.
How you see yourself: Decisive, stable, and dependable.
When other people don't get you, they see you as: Boring, conservative, and egotistical.
Tagged by: I stole it from this thief. Tagging: everyone except said thief.
(( Happy birthday to me. I slept until three. ))
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Candy Store from Heathers: The Musical
Sung by Jessica Keenan Wynn, Alice Lee and Elle McLemore
Music and Lyrics by Laurence O’Keefe and Kevin Murphy
Terra frowns, face turning firm and hard as his brow furrows and lips form a tight line as he looks straight into his eyes. He won’t stand for Isa blaming himself. Not now, not ever. Isa did nothing wrong. In a way, neither did Saix. Not of his own volition, anyway. “You don’t have to apologize either. I… I know what they did to you. It’s not your fault that you… feel the way you do.”
It’s your fault, whispers a voice in Terra’s head.It’s my fault,he echoes silently.
He pushes the thoughts away. They’re not important right now. What’s important is that Isa knows it’s okay.
“It’s normal… to have that reaction to me. I look just like him,” Terra’s voice is quiet. “I tried dying my hair, but.. it doesn’t work.”
And Terra knows cutting it won’t help. Apprentice Xehanort (or Ansem… whatever he wanted to be called…) had short hair. And he was no better to Isa than Xemnas.
“I don’t blame you at all. And if you feel like you have to follow me around or remember my schedule… to help you feel safe. You can do that. But just know that you don’t.”
“Have to,” he adds after a long pause, remembering his words have to make sense to have impact.
“Do that.” He forces himself to finish. Why is making sense so hard?Maybe because none of this makes sense, and hasn’t for a long time.“For me, anyway.”
Terra lets out a short groan, distraught, unlike any sound that tempered, even-voiced Xemnas has ever made around Isa or Saix.
“If you need me to help you feel better in any way, I will do anything within my power to help make things right. Anything. All you have to do is ask.”
It’s not his fault…. Deep down, Isa knows this, but that doesn’t make him feel any less guilty for upsetting Terra. He feels guilty for a lot of things. They both do, it seems. While neither of them are placing the blame on the other, they’re quick to place it upon themselves. Whether that says something about their hearts or something else is hard to say.
❝I understand,❞ he said, taking a few long strands of hair between his fingers. ❝My features seem to be stuck like this, too.❞ The change in his hair color was far less drastic, but people who knew what he had looked like as a child and a teenager would confirm that it had once been a vibrant hue. Now it was a more faded, dull blue. Combined with his still-tipped ears and the scar on his face, all he could see in the mirror was Saïx—not Isa. Sometimes he even thought that he saw gold in his irises.
A sigh sips past his lips, unbidden. ❝I don’t think that I should be continuing old habits: it’s not healthy for either of us.❞ Stopping his routine would help to prove to Terra that he wasn’t his Nobody—that he didn’t have to hold on to his guilt. As for Isa, the sooner that he stopped, the sooner that he could start healing. It wouldn’t be an easy or comfortable healing, but it was a necessary one. The fact that he felt uneasy asking Terra for anything proved that much.
Arms folded over his chest, as though trying to shield himself. ❝I’d just be grateful if—❞ he swallowed, ❝—if you could be patient with me.❞ He couldn’t get over all that had happened in a matter of hours. Trauma didn’t work like that. ❝I know that it’s not fair to you, but…this is going to take me some time. I might slip up sometimes, but I’m going to try and move past this.❞
ღ - there's a gentle kiss to his temple, briefly, in passing. they were still friends, after all... weren't they?
When Lea walks by, Isa expects him to head right out. He’s relatively certain that he overheard something about him having plans for the day earlier. However, green hues widen: something warm has found his temple. While it takes a few seconds to process what had happened…Isa quickly deduces that Lea had just kissed him.
He looks up from his reading, clearly confused. Why had he done that? What was that for? Maybe Lea had thought that Isa looked upset or tired or something, but what was most likely was that Lea simply felt like it. He’d never had much restraint. Before everything had gone wrong, it had been Isa’s self-proclaimed job to try (and often fail) at keeping him out of trouble.
Before he can even hope to find the appropriate response to the gesture, Lea’s already running off, not even turning around when he offers up a wave and an, ‘I’ll see you later!’ Isa watches as he leaves, staring after the redhead even after he’s slammed the door behind him and is long out of sight.
Fingertips subconsciously find their way to the area that had been chastely kissed. He feels his chest tighten, a burning sensation rising behind his eyes: it’s been a long time since anyone – since Lea – touched him so gently….
☕ but it's Study and antonía giving them a hug bc she does not Fear those sharp Arms
It’s been looking a little forelorn lately. While Study would usually involve itself in just about everything, very curious as to what was going on around it, the Dusk has tucked itself beneath the bed, simply lying there.
Antonía is what grabs its attention, as she often does. While she asks – doesn’t demand, since she never does that sort of thing – that it come out, Study is just as obedient as every Dusk before it. In fact, it may be even more subservient than some of its fellow Lessers. With a slithering sound, it comes out of its hiding place, ready to do whatever it is that she may ask of it.
Instead, it’s hugged.
Study doesn’t know what to make of the gesture for a while, but it quickly comes to the conclusion that it likes the physical affection. Bunting Antonía’s chin lightly with its soft head, it rasps contentedly.
Tag, You’re It - Melanie Martinez
Running through the parking lot He chased me and he wouldn’t stop Tag, you’re it, tag, tag, you’re it
☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc
The sensation of an arm wrapping around his shoulders gets Isa to stiffen for a moment, but once he hears Braig’s voice, he relaxes with a shuddering breath. He doesn’t pull his hands away from his face, though, trying to hide his scar. His breaths come heavy, both from running and the paranoia gripping his chest. Pain shoots up and down his right leg from straining his bad knee.
He hates being here. He hates being outside, where people can see that thing on his face, stare at him, remind him of everything that he’s done because of it, and remind him how easily he could have his free will ripped right out of his hands. He wants to go home. He wants to hide himself away again. He wants—
Shifting his hold from being around Isa’s shoulders, Braig hooks his arm under them, urging him to get back on his feet. Daring to pull one hand away from his face, Isa pushes himself up. Braig tries to lead Isa back the way they came, which earns him a, ❝No…!❞ While the plea is embarrassing, Isa can’t bring himself to go out that way and into the crowds again. He can’t be stared at again.
❝Can we…go the other way, please?❞
(( This is a friendly reminder from your neighborhood Aaron that Isa’s name is Arabic and that Lea’s weird scarf-bandanna thing is a keffiyeh, which is Arabic.
That is all. Carry on. ))
❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc [[ooc: w r e c k m e ]]
About to retire to his room, Saïx hears a familiar voice call his name. Golden hues flit up and over to spot Xemnas walking in his direction. While he isn’t the man that he takes orders from anymore – that would be Xehanort – old habits die hard, it seems, as Saïx immediately goes to ask what Xemnas could need.
Before even one word can find its way past his lips, he’s rendered speechless.
Xemnas’ gloved fingers take a few strands of paling blue hair, seeming to examine them for a moment before he allows them to slip free. The same hand moves to Saïx’s face, cupping his cheek. The gesture is uncharacteristically gentle. While he feels his heart running wild, Saïx can’t find it in himself to pull away or do anything. Whether it’s out of confusion, a dull sense of fear, or the fact that Xehanort has a tight grip on his free will is uncertain.
Certain that he’s been staring for at least a few moments longer than what he should have been, he regains himself. ❝Is there something that you need, Lord Xemnas?❞ What could have possibly led him to do such a thing? While their relationship hadn’t always been a strictly professional one…this was something new.
(( What’s up, my beautiful people? My name is Aaron. You guys might know me, since I’ve had Isa/Saïx as a muse for a long time now, as well as other muses in the Kingdom Hearts fandom. I had a couple of things that turned me off from coming back to this blog, but I think that I’ve taken care of these issues, so let’s do this thing!
If you’d be interesting in interacting with my baby boy or agree that Square Enix needs to give him the character development and redemption arc that he deserves, then click on some of those buttons down there. I would really appreciate it and will do my best to check out your blogs. c: ))
Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!
❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc
ღ - kisses of any kind (romantic or platonic) such as cheek kisses, hair kisses, mouth kisses, kiss to the hand/fingertips or eyelids, etc. feel free to specify a body part!
☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc
❥ - rough, violent, or dominant touch, such as gripping the back of their neck, holding them down, shoving them into a wall, digging their nails into them, grabbing their jaw, etc
❣ - add this to any of the above to make it sexual.
¿ - write your own touches!
