[When that trio of heartless had rained down upon them, Xion's initial reaction had been to try to cast a spell their way. But when it didn't come, her eyes widened in a split second of horror-- but it lasted only a glimpse of time.
Because suddenly, Roxas was uncoiled from her arm and taking to the heartless with Oblivion bared and flashing. Her hand that had been extended for a spell was now reaching, her mind falling to a frenzy, as she tried to call Oathkeeper back as she watched him. But, try as she would, it wasn't coming to her, she tried to cast again. And again. Why couldn't she-- He was-- Her vision suddenly went hazy and she almost collapsed there and then-- No, had to focus. Had to concentrate. If she fell then, what would happen to them? She couldn't be dead weight. Couldn't--]
Roxas!
[She called-- and then finally, with a flash of light, Oathkeeper had returned to her grip. But by then, the last NeoShadow had been thwarted. And then, with the sound of his keyblade dropping resonating suddenly through the suddenly docile pitter patter of rain, roxas seemed to crumble away. Falling still after giving a soft sputter, a mere shadow of his lost voice. Her eyes sharpened in fear.]
R-Roxas!
[Xion, albeit limping the way, was at immediately at his side. She practically slumped into a seated position, having to use Oathkeeper for only a moment as support so that she wouldn't fall on top of him. Her head was spinning and she had to shake it. Focus. And then, finally, she regained enough courage to balance herself out and Oathkeeper diminished in a wisp of light. While her eyes sought-- Her breath came short.
His eyes. His eyes.
There was nothing to them. It was like the very spark that made roxas had been torn out by the wretched heartless that had just tried to claim him. The very sight of them sent a chill down her spine. That warmth she always saw-- It was gone. And it was making her feel lethargic. But she couldn't look away. She wouldn't look away. But--
No... Just...]
N-No... No-no! No, no, no...!
[She was touching his face before she even realized what she was doing. Her hand shaking... and not just from her failing strength. She feathered her fingers across his cheek as if were she to apply anymore pressure, he would just shatter into shards of crystal fragments like she had. Her other hand coming up to brush his bangs out of his face.]
Please, no...
[And then she shook his arm. Weakly. So weakly because she could hardly move herself. But she was trying so damned hard. Please, no. Please, no. Please, no--]
Oh gods. Just what she needs. XD;;; Edit: ofusdhfsdf Better~!
Because suddenly, Roxas was uncoiled from her arm and taking to the heartless with Oblivion bared and flashing. Her hand that had been extended for a spell was now reaching, her mind falling to a frenzy, as she tried to call Oathkeeper back as she watched him. But, try as she would, it wasn't coming to her, she tried to cast again. And again. Why couldn't she-- He was-- Her vision suddenly went hazy and she almost collapsed there and then-- No, had to focus. Had to concentrate. If she fell then, what would happen to them? She couldn't be dead weight. Couldn't--]
Roxas!
[She called-- and then finally, with a flash of light, Oathkeeper had returned to her grip. But by then, the last NeoShadow had been thwarted. And then, with the sound of his keyblade dropping resonating suddenly through the suddenly docile pitter patter of rain, roxas seemed to crumble away. Falling still after giving a soft sputter, a mere shadow of his lost voice. Her eyes sharpened in fear.]
R-Roxas!
[Xion, albeit limping the way, was at immediately at his side. She practically slumped into a seated position, having to use Oathkeeper for only a moment as support so that she wouldn't fall on top of him. Her head was spinning and she had to shake it. Focus. And then, finally, she regained enough courage to balance herself out and Oathkeeper diminished in a wisp of light. While her eyes sought-- Her breath came short.
His eyes. His eyes.
There was nothing to them. It was like the very spark that made roxas had been torn out by the wretched heartless that had just tried to claim him. The very sight of them sent a chill down her spine. That warmth she always saw-- It was gone. And it was making her feel lethargic. But she couldn't look away. She wouldn't look away. But--
No... Just...]
N-No... No-no! No, no, no...!
[She was touching his face before she even realized what she was doing. Her hand shaking... and not just from her failing strength. She feathered her fingers across his cheek as if were she to apply anymore pressure, he would just shatter into shards of crystal fragments like she had. Her other hand coming up to brush his bangs out of his face.]
Please, no...
[And then she shook his arm. Weakly. So weakly because she could hardly move herself. But she was trying so damned hard. Please, no. Please, no. Please, no--]
Roxas, open your eyes!