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sirenspull_logs2012-11-13 11:40 am
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And I'm not sleeping now the dark is too hard to beat
Who: Roxas and Eraqus
When: November 12, after evening siren
Where: The streets of Sector 4
Summary: In the wake of a mutual loss, two Keybearers bump into each other in the dark. Probable sadfacing ensues, also potential bonus awkward.
Roxas hadn't gotten angry when word had come that after two years, long past the point that he'd stopped worrying about losing the family he'd found, Ventus had gone from Siren's Port. Not taken by Xehanort, not felled by a monster or someone's out-of-control power. Just gone.
He'd gone numb, if anything. What else was he supposed to feel? Axel, Namine, now Ven. His brother. Maybe he should have expected another loss. The sadness didn't come right away, because he didn't really believe it.
And when it did come—he still wasn't angry. But he knew for certain that he couldn't be here or he'd come out of his skin completely. So after the siren rang out that evening, he pulled on his coat and opened a portal into the streets nearby, and began to fight. He could have asked Joe to come—he'd probably understand. Maybe he'd do that tomorrow if he still felt so restless and awful. But for the moment he preferred the solitude.
Not that he was really alone out here. There were the monsters, and the Heartless and they found him quickly enough. That was fine. Keyblades in hand, Roxas fell into the rhythm of merciless combat. He tried not to think of anything beyond the flow of the fight, beyond keeping himself alive and making sure the creatures didn't stay that way. Thinking could come later.
When: November 12, after evening siren
Where: The streets of Sector 4
Summary: In the wake of a mutual loss, two Keybearers bump into each other in the dark. Probable sadfacing ensues, also potential bonus awkward.
Roxas hadn't gotten angry when word had come that after two years, long past the point that he'd stopped worrying about losing the family he'd found, Ventus had gone from Siren's Port. Not taken by Xehanort, not felled by a monster or someone's out-of-control power. Just gone.
He'd gone numb, if anything. What else was he supposed to feel? Axel, Namine, now Ven. His brother. Maybe he should have expected another loss. The sadness didn't come right away, because he didn't really believe it.
And when it did come—he still wasn't angry. But he knew for certain that he couldn't be here or he'd come out of his skin completely. So after the siren rang out that evening, he pulled on his coat and opened a portal into the streets nearby, and began to fight. He could have asked Joe to come—he'd probably understand. Maybe he'd do that tomorrow if he still felt so restless and awful. But for the moment he preferred the solitude.
Not that he was really alone out here. There were the monsters, and the Heartless and they found him quickly enough. That was fine. Keyblades in hand, Roxas fell into the rhythm of merciless combat. He tried not to think of anything beyond the flow of the fight, beyond keeping himself alive and making sure the creatures didn't stay that way. Thinking could come later.
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'Terra, where are you?'
the trials set by the Port bordered enough on nightmare for someone close to his sixth decade. How much harder still was it on hearts as young as theirs, to weather such losses?
Ahead, the street split three ways; his own path began to veer left, to continue the journey away from the heart of Sector 4 whether Roxas accompanied him or not. Then, he stopped. He closed his eyes, allowing several heartbeats to pass, before his head turned towards Roxas. "By all accounts, I do not have the best track record of remaining in the Port," was this his longest stay thus far? He honestly had no clue, "but for as long as I am here, should you need anything..." plural and singular, though he did not place any emphasis on one word over another.
And so long as we're being truthful.. He lingered for a moment, before taking a step, then another, to move on and away.
"I miss him, too."
And Aqua too, of course. Unstated, but an absence that remained a painful fact all the same.