String From Your Tether Unwinds

[edge_of_nothing]

Who: Ventus. Xemnas. Yeah.
When: Some tiiiiime now-ish
Where: Somewhere outside of XEMCorp most likely
Summary: Opposite Face Twins A keyblade wielder and a Nobody have an unexpected talk session. Sort of like catching up, but not.
Warnings: None? Hrn?

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Another day.

Besides the business revolving around the corporation's growth and progress, nothing else was planned. The routine walk-through transitioned into several informal meetings along the way, all of it ending as if it never occurred.

That led to inevitable ennui.

But instead of sitting back in his office chair and staring at a computer screen, Xemnas chose to leave work a little early.

It didn't matter where he ended up. He just appeared. When there were no limits, he took advantage of such.

Comments

[edge_of_nothing]

How can he be so sure if it is real? Is this what hearts do? With the naivete and hopefulness it holds for this one in particular, it fuels the power of its believability.

"...I see."

Xemnas is not sold on the belief. "These attributes can be learned. It takes time to perfect them."

[feverpitching]

"You can 'perfect' them all you want, but it's never the same as the real thing. I think someone who is looking will always be able to tell the difference." He looks serious now, setting his lips in a thin line and giving a firm nod. It is important to him, he has to believe in this.

[edge_of_nothing]

He really isn't giving up on this. His persistence is just like Roxas' with a hint more of optimism. Maybe like...Sora's. All of these similarities do become quite a headache after a while.

Seriousness is met with seriousness, relentless from different perspectives. It is only after a few more seconds that Xemnas sighs. "So you say. And perhaps it is true," he says, folding his arms over one another. "I will concede for the time being."

[feverpitching]

"Good idea." The serious look promptly breaks and is replaced with a smile and an almost smug wink. Ven would keep defending his thoughts for hours if he truly had to, but instead he pops a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

Now the ice cream is depleting, and Ven scrapes the sides of his bowl to get every bit that he can. "Just enjoy your food instead."

[edge_of_nothing]

Despite not being high on life, this irritatingly cheerful state of mind still manages to permeate the atmosphere. And he would never admit this small loss over ice cream.

In his silence, he complies, picking up the spoon to finish whatever is left in front of him.