(With their lazy bodies pressed close together the room seems to heat up, especially when Roxas relaxes into the possessive embrace. Settling with each other's company gives them the chance to unwind in a safe environment. Still, a degree of uncertainty has always surrounded his return to the Realm of Light, about whether such an opportunity would present itself again. His hand runs caressing the boy he so loves, burning into memory the shape of his flesh, blazing down the child's throat and collar and chest, coming to rest over the soothing, calm pulsing of his heart. Xemnas kisses him there, bends over him like a god to his most beautiful creation, his lips and his tongue a lingering presence against his skin.
The warmth in the room reaches for them, curls around them both.
Perhaps Xion would be more agitated by the fact that Xemnas is the man who Roxas has bedded down with. Has given up his purity to. All she knows so far from the connection they share is that Roxas fares well. Feels cared for, and if she may dare, loved? Only she can't help the nagging feeling of uneasiness looming over her during the sleepover party. It's faint, subdued even, but it's there nonetheless. For all that, the next thing she does is down her drink at the cheers of Lea. If anything, it's not acknowledging their budding relationship that may take a lot of getting used to, but the prickling fear that Xemnas abuses him the same way he's abused every single one of them. Or worse, much worse.)
A change of heart so soon? Not that I mind . . .
(As far as memes go, Xemnas kind of likes the most viral ones. Unbeknownst to many (aside from Xion), the Superior has a childish sense of humour and wonder, but also a childlike proclivity for creepy pranks. It's certainly not above him to draw on Roxas' face while he's peacefully sleeping and immortalize the moment with a collection of playful snapshots; or make fun of his backpain-inducing short size by putting his keys on a surface way too high for Roxas to reach unless he jumps and hits his head.)
Make it longer if you must. I will not convince you otherwise.
(Every tender gesture is made obscene by the situation. A giant of a man worshipping the sinfully young, physically and verbally.
The resolute promise to get up later instead of now is useless and the silver-haired man wants nothing more than to bask into true connection.)
That Easter-themed event though
The warmth in the room reaches for them, curls around them both.
Perhaps Xion would be more agitated by the fact that Xemnas is the man who Roxas has bedded down with. Has given up his purity to. All she knows so far from the connection they share is that Roxas fares well. Feels cared for, and if she may dare, loved? Only she can't help the nagging feeling of uneasiness looming over her during the sleepover party. It's faint, subdued even, but it's there nonetheless. For all that, the next thing she does is down her drink at the cheers of Lea. If anything, it's not acknowledging their budding relationship that may take a lot of getting used to, but the prickling fear that Xemnas abuses him the same way he's abused every single one of them. Or worse, much worse.)
A change of heart so soon? Not that I mind . . .
(As far as memes go, Xemnas kind of likes the most viral ones. Unbeknownst to many (aside from Xion), the Superior has a childish sense of humour and wonder, but also a childlike proclivity for creepy pranks. It's certainly not above him to draw on Roxas' face while he's peacefully sleeping and immortalize the moment with a collection of playful snapshots; or make fun of his backpain-inducing short size by putting his keys on a surface way too high for Roxas to reach unless he jumps and hits his head.)
Make it longer if you must. I will not convince you otherwise.
(Every tender gesture is made obscene by the situation. A giant of a man worshipping the sinfully young, physically and verbally.
The resolute promise to get up later instead of now is useless and the silver-haired man wants nothing more than to bask into true connection.)