His golden eyes implied everything, and alluded to nothing -- except, perhaps, the desire to relocate the two of them to a more appropriate environment. Xemnas was just as overwhelmed, just as frustrated, warmth flushing his skin all over, a jolt of pleasure coursing through him at the licking motion, at the way his tongue laved across the mark left by the passage of his fingers. He was yearning, almost desperate for more of this, yet at the same time, he'd rather let things take their natural course.)
All right, then. (As they made their way through the necklace of tunnels, which fortunately no longer stank, Xemnas admittedly felt relieved to walk alongside his soulmate. While he had yet to encounter any past acquaintances, he was content that no Heartless had manifested so far. It took a little more than a couple of minutes at a normal walking pace, still hand-in-hand, before they stepped out of the tunnel and into The Neigborhood, home to a bistro owned by money-hungry Scrooge Mcduck and operated by Remy.
The bistro was for anyone who valued great food, simply prepared. With its checkered tablecloths, chalkboard menus brandishing the plats du jour, emblematic wooden chairs, and an endless supply of crusty baguettes, the gastronomic bistro had firmly established itself as a culinary institution.
A magnanimous waitress, Olette's age to be exact, welcomed them warmly to the restaurant and said they could take a seat anywhere. Xemnas chose a booth by the window, a place where they would be a bit more comfortable and secluded. Once they were seated, she gave them the menu, with Xemnas choosing off a la carte after Roxas took his pick. While waiting for their orders to be served, Xemnas adoringly gazed at him. For a flicker of a moment, especially when he took his hand into his, the image of Sora superseded Roxas' . . . before softening into more familiar lines, much to his relief.
"Yes, I know that you're not him but you were his' You know what it means to love him So heartbreaking, how you remind me so much of him.)
I'm benefitting immensely from having you as a guide through the city.
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His golden eyes implied everything, and alluded to nothing -- except, perhaps, the desire to relocate the two of them to a more appropriate environment. Xemnas was just as overwhelmed, just as frustrated, warmth flushing his skin all over, a jolt of pleasure coursing through him at the licking motion, at the way his tongue laved across the mark left by the passage of his fingers. He was yearning, almost desperate for more of this, yet at the same time, he'd rather let things take their natural course.)
All right, then. (As they made their way through the necklace of tunnels, which fortunately no longer stank, Xemnas admittedly felt relieved to walk alongside his soulmate. While he had yet to encounter any past acquaintances, he was content that no Heartless had manifested so far. It took a little more than a couple of minutes at a normal walking pace, still hand-in-hand, before they stepped out of the tunnel and into The Neigborhood, home to a bistro owned by money-hungry Scrooge Mcduck and operated by Remy.
The bistro was for anyone who valued great food, simply prepared. With its checkered tablecloths, chalkboard menus brandishing the plats du jour, emblematic wooden chairs, and an endless supply of crusty baguettes, the gastronomic bistro had firmly established itself as a culinary institution.
A magnanimous waitress, Olette's age to be exact, welcomed them warmly to the restaurant and said they could take a seat anywhere. Xemnas chose a booth by the window, a place where they would be a bit more comfortable and secluded. Once they were seated, she gave them the menu, with Xemnas choosing off a la carte after Roxas took his pick. While waiting for their orders to be served, Xemnas adoringly gazed at him. For a flicker of a moment, especially when he took his hand into his, the image of Sora superseded Roxas' . . . before softening into more familiar lines, much to his relief.
"Yes, I know that you're not him but you were his'
You know what it means to love him
So heartbreaking, how you remind me so much of him.)
I'm benefitting immensely from having you as a guide through the city.