(Lightheartedness filled his tone, rarer a commodity among his kind than even the earnest joy with which he replied to the young Nobody. Food always brought him back to his days in Radiant Garden. When Ansem the Wise had taken him in, nursed him back to health in the basement of his castle, conducted experiments on his heart and the darkness within; probed his memories as one would a rotten tooth, and his soothing voice would shake off the worst of his fears until sleep took him in the laboratory.
It felt odd to remember it now. By way of apology, he amended his first moment of absent-mindedness with a soft-voiced compliment.)
(But he was certain, now, that their joining of hearts was just beginning. Because Roxas' voice carried such passion, what was scarred became soft once more, healed even. What he felt was better than a transitory satisfaction for the 'hungry ghost' soul. For all he really knew, what Roxas wanted and what Xemnas craved weren't two different animals altogether, but part of him wanted to take that further into the realm of physicality, where bodies and souls merged into one. He shivered from head to toe, breathing in, missing his touch. Had begun to crave it like an addict going through withdrawal.
Perish the thought.
With no more preamble than painstakingly digging his fork into the small end of a mushroom then raising it to his mouth, Xemnas carefully swallowed it down. He hadn't bothered to let his food cool down, his movements practised but lacking in spontaneity. Though he displayed some belated discomfort at the heat for about a minute before becoming accustomed to the hot temperature, however, his pleased smile remained. )
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I had some once. It was fresh, velvety-smooth, full of flavour. Very autumnal, indeed.
(That was cliché, the earnest attempt at small talk from the Superior. Even so, the other Nobody might read genuine openness in his account of his experience with the most staple food in fall.)
Your depiction strikes me as accurate.
(Lightheartedness filled his tone, rarer a commodity among his kind than even the earnest joy with which he replied to the young Nobody. Food always brought him back to his days in Radiant Garden. When Ansem the Wise had taken him in, nursed him back to health in the basement of his castle, conducted experiments on his heart and the darkness within; probed his memories as one would a rotten tooth, and his soothing voice would shake off the worst of his fears until sleep took him in the laboratory.
It felt odd to remember it now. By way of apology, he amended his first moment of absent-mindedness with a soft-voiced compliment.)
(But he was certain, now, that their joining of hearts was just beginning. Because Roxas' voice carried such passion, what was scarred became soft once more, healed even. What he felt was better than a transitory satisfaction for the 'hungry ghost' soul. For all he really knew, what Roxas wanted and what Xemnas craved weren't two different animals altogether, but part of him wanted to take that further into the realm of physicality, where bodies and souls merged into one. He shivered from head to toe, breathing in, missing his touch. Had begun to crave it like an addict going through withdrawal.
Perish the thought.
With no more preamble than painstakingly digging his fork into the small end of a mushroom then raising it to his mouth, Xemnas carefully swallowed it down. He hadn't bothered to let his food cool down, his movements practised but lacking in spontaneity. Though he displayed some belated discomfort at the heat for about a minute before becoming accustomed to the hot temperature, however, his pleased smile remained. )