(There were many worlds in the Realm of Light where Xemnas might happen upon former followers of Organization XIII. One in particular, he recalled -- Radiant Garden. On the off chance that he ran into one of them, Xemnas had already devised something of a contigency plan. Like in a game of chess, the Superior made it a point to be one step ahead at every turn.
While kind of disappointing to a few, it was a comfort that parts of him stayed the same.
No matter how often the comfortable rug of his old habits was yanked from under his feet, the impress of his individuality remained distinct and clear.
It just soothed him, the squeezing of hands. It was a sudden impulse and he chose not to question it. Whatever the subconscious reasoning that motivated him to reach out, to make some kind of contact, the Superior didn't examine it too closely. Reserve was elbowed to the sidelines by spontaneity. The way Roxas rubbed his cheek sparked a memory. A flash of Ventus, grinning, cheeks streaked with red. It was there and gone in the space of an exhale, but he knew it didn't belong to him. His heart went numb with ruefulness at the realization that he stole it from Terra -- envied him. All the same the Nobody treasured it, in the hopes that one day, he and Roxas would create their own special moments.
The entire time Xemnas was listening to him, raptly so, the Superior was moved by his passion. Roxas set his sights on larger horizons; perhaps he'd seen them through the eyes of Sora. Perhaps not. For all that, his infatuation for travel was infectious. )
No need. Do not let my condition have an effect on your travel planning.
(Leaning down, his lips were mere inches from Roxas', a breath away from a kiss.)
The potentiality in creating new memories with you lessens my suffering.
(The soft brush of his thumb along the checkered band around his finger was meant to be soothing. One of the perks to Roxas having his own body was to hug him, to inhale his seasalt scent, and maybe, just maybe, kiss him.)
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(There were many worlds in the Realm of Light where Xemnas might happen upon former followers of Organization XIII. One in particular, he recalled -- Radiant Garden. On the off chance that he ran into one of them, Xemnas had already devised something of a contigency plan. Like in a game of chess, the Superior made it a point to be one step ahead at every turn.
While kind of disappointing to a few, it was a comfort that parts of him stayed the same.
No matter how often the comfortable rug of his old habits was yanked from under his feet, the impress of his individuality remained distinct and clear.
It just soothed him, the squeezing of hands. It was a sudden impulse and he chose not to question it. Whatever the subconscious reasoning that motivated him to reach out, to make some kind of contact, the Superior didn't examine it too closely. Reserve was elbowed to the sidelines by spontaneity. The way Roxas rubbed his cheek sparked a memory. A flash of Ventus, grinning, cheeks streaked with red. It was there and gone in the space of an exhale, but he knew it didn't belong to him. His heart went numb with ruefulness at the realization that he stole it from Terra -- envied him. All the same the Nobody treasured it, in the hopes that one day, he and Roxas would create their own special moments.
The entire time Xemnas was listening to him, raptly so, the Superior was moved by his passion. Roxas set his sights on larger horizons; perhaps he'd seen them through the eyes of Sora. Perhaps not. For all that, his infatuation for travel was infectious. )
No need. Do not let my condition have an effect on your travel planning.
(Leaning down, his lips were mere inches from Roxas', a breath away from a kiss.)
The potentiality in creating new memories with you lessens my suffering.
(The soft brush of his thumb along the checkered band around his finger was meant to be soothing. One of the perks to Roxas having his own body was to hug him, to inhale his seasalt scent, and maybe, just maybe, kiss him.)