(A thought, a glimmer of memory, struck him, cutting through the warmth that Roxas exuded: the fondness of Ansem the Wise for the treat, his former Master eating sticks of sea salt ice cream by the fountain in Radiant Garden. Despite the treat being available back then, Xemnas had never tasted it. With it being the favourite treat over summer vacation, no wonder that Axel, Roxas and Xion had taken a liking to it during their days in the Organization.
Prudishness was too unappealing to bother with, or eluded him out of habit, of being spoiled with Roxas' tolerance for physical contact. The boy leaned into the caress with a positivity which imparted trust to him, evidence of it being how he didn't mind Xemnas being touchier than he thought the Superior would be.
In a voice no more than a husky, suave whisper, which was too low even to be intended to carry through the din of chatter and clatter of silver against china, and therefore manifestly purposed for the establishment of his own conviction, the Superior confessed:)
Physical touch has emotional connotations that often far outweigh anything that can be expressed via speech. It is my preferred means of communicating --
(--unadultered love.)
-- Affection.
(Forthright displays of eagerness, of readily accepting to be touched and cared for, resonated with unspoken appreciation. There was a convulsive movement of the features on his face, which Xemnas took to be the beginning of a smile. He was encouraged. The rest of the afternoon went swimmingly. Their dinner finished, Xemnas used the money amassed from the Heartless they'd defeated earlier on to pay the bill and saunter off with the idea of treating Roxas to sea salt ice cream in mind. He stopped by a vendor (licensed by Scrooge Mcduck), bought two sticks of the icecream, then gave one to Roxas. With freezing temperature showing up, it wouldn't fall off the stick as fast as in summer. He took a lick, a quick one, and hummed in appreciation as he took an immediate liking to the treat. There was no denying it tasted like summer.)
How have you fared since the Keyblade War? Life has been kind to you, or so it seems.
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Prudishness was too unappealing to bother with, or eluded him out of habit, of being spoiled with Roxas' tolerance for physical contact. The boy leaned into the caress with a positivity which imparted trust to him, evidence of it being how he didn't mind Xemnas being touchier than he thought the Superior would be.
In a voice no more than a husky, suave whisper, which was too low even to be intended to carry through the din of chatter and clatter of silver against china, and therefore manifestly purposed for the establishment of his own conviction, the Superior confessed:)
Physical touch has emotional connotations that often far outweigh anything that can be expressed via speech. It is my preferred means of communicating --
(--unadultered love.)
-- Affection.
(Forthright displays of eagerness, of readily accepting to be touched and cared for, resonated with unspoken appreciation. There was a convulsive movement of the features on his face, which Xemnas took to be the beginning of a smile. He was encouraged. The rest of the afternoon went swimmingly. Their dinner finished, Xemnas used the money amassed from the Heartless they'd defeated earlier on to pay the bill and saunter off with the idea of treating Roxas to sea salt ice cream in mind. He stopped by a vendor (licensed by Scrooge Mcduck), bought two sticks of the icecream, then gave one to Roxas. With freezing temperature showing up, it wouldn't fall off the stick as fast as in summer. He took a lick, a quick one, and hummed in appreciation as he took an immediate liking to the treat. There was no denying it tasted like summer.)
How have you fared since the Keyblade War? Life has been kind to you, or so it seems.