My gluttony has gotten the better of me. I will certainly heed your suggestion from now on.
(Simplicity held sway over ostentation, the thought predominating over the form. Back then his opinion on the matter would have greatly differed, if for no other reason than that having vaster knowledge set up fertile grounds for deceit. What need for deception when love wasn't conditional on anything; so long as his young soulmate retained the same interest in him, all would be well.
Hoping the next bite would satisfy him, Xemnas discreetly blew on a small portion of his food and gulped it down. Better, much better. The burning sensation trickled away, and with his food dwindling came the kind of elation that only delicious dishes could bring. After some time, the Nobody threw in.)
. . . Yet I cannot pinpoint how it is that sea salt icecream brings a taste of summer to the winter months. Care to demonstrate?
(It wouldn't take more shrewdness -- or advantageous timing -- for Roxas to share that treat with him. Years ago, the Superior wouldn't have been so approving of entitling him to such small favour. Unlike the blond, Xemnas seldom ended up mired in distractions -- except that the adult belatedly came to the epiphany of how hobbies built character, of how good it felt to have something in common with others. Even more so with the lithe blond. None but him would ever see how unpolished and awkward the silver-haired man was in the social department, but only Roxas would be privy to the details due to his personal meddling.
Emotionally recluse as Xemnas could be, the Superior found himself to be . . . quite demonstrative in his affection for the child -- unlike popular beliefs, the Nobody-turned-Somebody wasn't emotionally jaded, just in denial of his emotions. Still, he wasn't left with adequate time to adjust to that new way of life, and it showed. But it appeared not to have soured his enthusiasm to learn more about emotions from a Somebody's perspective.
One of his hands reached out to brush a thumb across the corner of his mouth -- the barest caress.)
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO U!!
(Simplicity held sway over ostentation, the thought predominating over the form. Back then his opinion on the matter would have greatly differed, if for no other reason than that having vaster knowledge set up fertile grounds for deceit. What need for deception when love wasn't conditional on anything; so long as his young soulmate retained the same interest in him, all would be well.
Hoping the next bite would satisfy him, Xemnas discreetly blew on a small portion of his food and gulped it down. Better, much better. The burning sensation trickled away, and with his food dwindling came the kind of elation that only delicious dishes could bring. After some time, the Nobody threw in.)
. . . Yet I cannot pinpoint how it is that sea salt icecream brings a taste of summer to the winter months. Care to demonstrate?
(It wouldn't take more shrewdness -- or advantageous timing -- for Roxas to share that treat with him. Years ago, the Superior wouldn't have been so approving of entitling him to such small favour. Unlike the blond, Xemnas seldom ended up mired in distractions -- except that the adult belatedly came to the epiphany of how hobbies built character, of how good it felt to have something in common with others. Even more so with the lithe blond. None but him would ever see how unpolished and awkward the silver-haired man was in the social department, but only Roxas would be privy to the details due to his personal meddling.
Emotionally recluse as Xemnas could be, the Superior found himself to be . . . quite demonstrative in his affection for the child -- unlike popular beliefs, the Nobody-turned-Somebody wasn't emotionally jaded, just in denial of his emotions. Still, he wasn't left with adequate time to adjust to that new way of life, and it showed. But it appeared not to have soured his enthusiasm to learn more about emotions from a Somebody's perspective.
One of his hands reached out to brush a thumb across the corner of his mouth -- the barest caress.)