(Even as there was no outward mention of that claim, Xemnas would need proper introduction to the flurry of Gumni filters. Aimed at users who perceived them as social props, or social requirements, they'd need to come with guidelines unless Roxas was thorough in his explanations. The digitization was a tactical way of preservation and it became an ultimate need to preserve and conserve a record for future. Now, with the Gumniphone designed to provide wonderful memories to look back on, any lingering worries he might have about losing them were all but dispelled. With gentleness, Xemnas nudged his forehead down against Roxas', eyes swept closed in something akin to trust. Trust didn't come easily to him, but the boy was worth the effort.)
The first of many to come . . .
(Their romantic moment was immortilized with their first picture: Roxas' smiling visage nestled in the warmth of him, hot and flustered from the constant proximity, so petite yet so devastingly gorgeous. By contrast, Xemnas' imposing posture was that of uniformity and composure, the only sign of outward emotion being the loving grasp on Roxas' shoulder. The camera didn't so much as clink on the table when the Nobody set it down lightly, discretly gesturing for the waitress to put their orders down within their reach. Mushroom Terrine, Coffee and Roxas' food.)
However much I learn about hearts, there is more to learn than meets the eye. They're extremely breakable, yet so resilient when joined with another of their kind. It seems that ours have . . . joined.
(Gently, with his head slightly canted to the side, Xemnas eased in closer to kiss him; softly, tenderly, yet his arousal was clear as glass. He deepened it, his tongue doing all the exploring, slipping into Roxas' mouth to taste and lick, turning the kiss into almost a devouring need to commit every inch of the Nobody' extremely slim and toned shape to memory and the way their lips felt against each other. Like they were living one true kind of love. The answer to all the torments of his heart.)
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The first of many to come . . .
(Their romantic moment was immortilized with their first picture: Roxas' smiling visage nestled in the warmth of him, hot and flustered from the constant proximity, so petite yet so devastingly gorgeous. By contrast, Xemnas' imposing posture was that of uniformity and composure, the only sign of outward emotion being the loving grasp on Roxas' shoulder. The camera didn't so much as clink on the table when the Nobody set it down lightly, discretly gesturing for the waitress to put their orders down within their reach. Mushroom Terrine, Coffee and Roxas' food.)
However much I learn about hearts, there is more to learn than meets the eye. They're extremely breakable, yet so resilient when joined with another of their kind. It seems that ours have . . . joined.
(Gently, with his head slightly canted to the side, Xemnas eased in closer to kiss him; softly, tenderly, yet his arousal was clear as glass. He deepened it, his tongue doing all the exploring, slipping into Roxas' mouth to taste and lick, turning the kiss into almost a devouring need to commit every inch of the Nobody' extremely slim and toned shape to memory and the way their lips felt against each other. Like they were living one true kind of love. The answer to all the torments of his heart.)