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Xion ([personal profile] seasaltblues) wrote in [community profile] kingdomdressing2010-08-16 09:39 pm
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[There's a new face among the Dressing Room. On the floor in the room that simulates Never Was, mind you, and unconscious. Which is probably a good thing considering fragments, blue in color, are still collecting, creating her form. Most of herself has been retained by then though. All that's left are her legs and they'll probably recollect before anyone draws near. Her hood is up, but the small frame makes it pretty obvious who it could be for anyone who would know her.]

And at least 1 new icon is go!

[identity profile] notquiteanobody.livejournal.com 2010-10-04 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[The world did that thing where it felt like it'd frozen on him again. He wasn't sure if what he said was right, but it was just how he... well, how he felt. It was an absurd gesture; Nobodies didn't have hearts to feel with -but what else could he call it? Whatever it was, it was trivial at this point.

As Roxas felt her arms around him again, he felt one of his curling around her waist while the other crossed over her back, resting his hand on her shoulder. It was a strange sensation; feeling so close to her. Just from their conversation and the past whoever-knew how many hours, he could guess that there was so much she blamed herself for. But really, he had a share of that blame too and in the grand scheme of things, neither of them had been much more than pawns of forces at least somewhat beyond their control.

Finally, he smiled a little. It was reassuring, the look in his eyes reflecting the determination in his words to come.]


We'll find a way.

[Whether they were thoughts or actually feelings, he found they were guiding him again. He didn't resist as everything just seemed to come together the way things did.

The boy leaned back a little, looking into Xion's eyes for a moment before planting a kiss on her forehead and following it up with that 'beaten-puppy' kind of smile that he tended to have when he was trying to cheer someone up when things were really going badly.]


Let's just handle this one day...

[The whole of what he just did prompted him to slow to a stop as his face flushed a mild crimson. Realization set in and at least on his end, so did the awkwardness.]

Uh...

Yeah, picking out which ones to phase out and in... this 'll take awhile

[identity profile] notquiteanobody.livejournal.com 2010-10-04 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
[For a moment, he found himself suddenly trying to figure out what he should do. Denying it didn't feel right -what he just did, what he just did... he had no idea what he just did. There were his lips and her forehead and then they touched and it was strange and yet, it felt kind of good. Good, but genuinely confusing and definitely awkward in the aftermath. As if he should've done more or done less, but the amount of whatever he did was NOT RIGHT AT ALL.

However, he really found he wasn't able to give into a particular impulse that said he should get up and move away. The best he managed was to at least release her from their embrace, though his hand subconsciously seemed to have taken hers into his without him being entirely aware.

Doing his best not to bring that to attention, he cleared his throat as he did his best to avoid direct eye contact, probably looking almost as bright red as Axel's hair.]


Uh, so! We... we still need to figure out just where we are before we can do much else, right?

[Roxas mentally kicked himself that that was the best thing he could come up with to say. Still, having some solid form of business to focus on might be best for them at this point.

Wherever they were, he was certainly hoping that there were other people. Clearly, neither of them knew what just happened or why that just felt so confusing and having some idea of what both of them were going through would certainly be helpful.]

Not a bad idea, but juggling accounts is a pain

[identity profile] notquiteanobody.livejournal.com 2010-10-04 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Part of him wanted to say that he was pleased to have that out of the way and yet, he really would have wanted to figure out just what exactly happened. Even as they talked of figuring out where they were, his mind was pouring over Sora's memories and what few ones he had to find some clue, similarity or feeling to at least put him on the right trail to figuring out what that gesture had been. At this point, he'd admit it to no one, but it felt nice inside -he just couldn't place specifics of anything about it.

While his thoughts were proving to be otherwise occupied, he stood up from where they'd made themselves comfortable on the fountain turning a little and giving a light tug on Xion's hand as he waited for her to follow.

It was about then that it clicked that he realized he was holding her hand. For a split second he debated on calling attention to it and letting go, but he just didn't want to. Unless she pulled away, he decided he wasn't going to push the issue.]


If I'm remembering this place right, the doors here should go to the library, the throne room and the Gummi Ship hanger. Uh, so where do you think we should look first?

[He was getting a little better. Though his face was a little brighter colored than normal, he found he was at least able to look at her again -though he resisted the temptation to brush her bangs from her face. So rather than that, he offered her a comforting smile, something that she might find familiar to her specifically.

It wasn't so much an awkward silence between them so much as it was a series of awkward pauses between similarly awkward bits of dialog. So much had happened within the last however-long-it-had-been that a person with a completed heart might be in an emotional tailspin. It goes to say that for someone believing that they lack one is metaphorically grasping at straws trying to figure out all these feelings.

And through all of this, he had to admit to himself that he was at least happy to be with his forgotten friend again.]

I probably should get one of those for myself anyway

[identity profile] notquiteanobody.livejournal.com 2010-10-05 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
[He gave a nod as he led her through the garden, not entirely sure what to say for the moment. He wanted to talk at this point. Roxas wanted to know how she felt about that last thing -if it made her feel as strangely nice inside as he had.

Trying to push everything aside was hard -it wasn't something he was very good at doing for very long and the last thing he'd want would be Xion worrying about him spacing out. After everything they'd been through, he just wanted to find some place where they could just relax; somewhere safe where they could just talk about happier things to do. Perhaps find a beach or some ice cream, maybe even look for a world where they could just try their hands at being regular people like what their Other was probably doing now. But this would just be something he'd have to endure for now.

As they made their way through the hedges and other plants, Roxas admittedly felt slightly on guard. While they'd yet to encounter any normal people, he was certain that the NeoShadows they fought were real and if Heartless could manifest there, certainly they could also appear here. And yet it just seemed like it never happened. It took a little more than a couple minutes at a normal walking pace, still hand-in-hand before they walked along the awning and found themselves at the rather impressive doors.

And that was where he hesitated. Old habits wanted him to be sneaky. To try and enter without being noticed, observe who, if anyone that was around and then learn what he could from the surroundings. No, that was the way the Organization worked and if a more obvious approach made others more inclined to help or listen, then that's how things would go this time.]


I'll go first.

[His comment was hushed, not quite a whisper. Loathingly, he released his grip on her hand as he grasped the handle to the large door and pulled. With more a squeak than a groan, the heavy door swung open slowly. Beyond it, the library sprawled out into more a decent-sized room than the massive room that would have been expected. And yet like the rest of the castle that they'd seen, it was devoid of life.]

That's weird...

[Roxas trailed off a little as he did as promised, going first and peering around the room as each of his steps echoed.]

Hello! Is anyone here?!

[His voice echoed as well as he walked over to the lone desk in the room, lacking papers or anything to suggest that any work was being done or any tome being researched. If either of them were aware of what it was, it would have been like walking onto a movie set.]

Speaking of lazy, I sure took my sweet time on this one

[identity profile] notquiteanobody.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[This was peculiar and a new train of thought was gradually beginning to emerge from all of this. So far, aside from each other, the only things they'd encountered were Heartless. Appreciatively, they'd only had one run in and while it was almost overwhelming, it wasn't anything they couldn't handle. And then there was the fact that they'd started in The World That Never Was, yet woke up in what he was certain was King Mickey's castle.

In both cases, the areas were completely pristine despite the fact that he was fairly sure that at least the Organization's stronghold should have been in near ruins the way he'd last seen it. While it wasn't a far stretch to think that even the whole of the King's friends could have gone out on an outing with him, there wasn't even a sign of those strange, walking brooms with buckets. And especially with the treasure in the Throne Room, he figured that someone must be around to guard it.

At this point, it made a pretty easy consideration for where they should look next. If push came to shove and that ended up being a dead-end, at least he was fairly sure the Gummi Ship hanger would at least yield a means for them to go elsewhere.

Of course, the other possibility that he wasn't caring much for was that somehow, they were still in Sora's inner world and it had just been so long that Xion had managed to recompose herself the same way he stubbornly refused to dissipate into their Other's consciousness. Of that possibility, he certainly didn't like -though making that one more of a stretch was that it wouldn't make sense for there to be Heartless here. So there was at least that making something of a positive note.]


I guess we'll just check the Throne Room and if no one's there...

[He trailed off a little, his thoughts trying to keep on the more optimistic side of things. Roxas offered that derpy, boyish smile as he chuckled a little.]

If no one else is there, then I guess we'll see if the two of us can fly a Gummi Ship.

[It wasn't a bad thought really. The idea of traveling through the other worlds like a perpetual summer vacation with her just sounded really nice.]

Heh and it's not like we're timed on this one.

[identity profile] notquiteanobody.livejournal.com 2010-10-27 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
[He wasn't going to complain with Xion taking the lead. Thinking back now to how Saix always called her a useless doll, he figured that giving her a chance to take point on something would probably help her feel better about herself. Plus it freed him up to think the situation over a little more -not like he felt he was making much in the way of progress, but it at least gave him a chance to come up with things for them to talk about.

However her inquiry caught his attention and he decided to answer as they made their way out of the library and toward the rather impressive doors leading into the Throne Room.]


Yeah. I know we usually use the Dark Corridors to get from world to world, but Sora and his friends always traveled by this thing called a "Gummi ship".

[He paused a moment, not really sure how to explain what he knew of the vessels without actually having a picture. Admittedly, that did bring up the option of them just trying to open a Dark Corridor, but for some reason, the concept just didn't sound appealing to him as it once did.]

I mean, I guess we could try opening a Dark Corridor. I'm just thinking that opening one of those usually attracts attention, usually the kind that comes from Heartless or other Nobodies.

Besides... I don't see why our other should have all the fun of flying one all to himself.

Very true. Also, short tag is slightly short.

[identity profile] notquiteanobody.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Really, he was shocked that he didn't remember that there was a much smaller door set in the throne room's doors, but for some reason the whole thing didn't just register to him. The yelp caught his attention immediately and once more, he found his body reacting leaps and bounds ahead of his thoughts.

He lunged for Xion. Completely on auto-pilot, he tried to slip one arm around her waist while the other went to grab the edge of the door and hopefully keep both of them from completely tumbling through the entry. Of course, even if he was successful in this endeavor, there'd be the somewhat compromising position of the two being pressed against each other.

But then, thinking ahead about these kinds of things was never really Roxas' strong point.]

Yeah. I just get my jollies tl;dr'ing you.

[identity profile] notquiteanobody.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
[This was something new. He wasn't really sure of what to make of this exactly. It felt peculiar, awkward and almost strangely pleasant to be so close to Xion. For a moment he just stood there -while her mind was rushing and trying to process all of this, his just seemed to completely crash. His eyes glanced downward to see her face, waiting for her eyes to meet his as he looked for some kind of response from her.

It was almost like asking the blind to lead, but he honestly had no idea how he should feel about this or what he should do. So he waited to see just how she responded to give him at least a clue of whether or not this was even appropriate. Frankly, if left to his devices, he found this kind of closeness rather welcome -not that he'd let his expression show it.

Nope, that expression was somewhat frozen in a crimson-tinted, confused look of general surprise and uncertainty. But to his credit, he at least managed to get some semblance of a sound out.]


Uhmm... uh... should I... I -I should get us standing upright.

Exactly. Also, remember to send the source on that icon next time we chat.

[identity profile] notquiteanobody.livejournal.com 2010-11-05 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[He managed something of an uncertain nod in response as he shifted his center of balance a little. With a little adjustment in his footing, he managed to pull the two of them upright once more, Roxas waiting until he was sure Xion balanced herself before slowly and somewhat reluctantly letting his arm slip away from her waist.

In that moment, his heart or whatever he had for one had been pounding -it was almost as exhilarating as it was awkward. And then there they were again; it seemed that since they'd waken up here, such moments were becoming at least somewhat more frequent. Secretly, it's nothing he'd mind so much if he had some clue as to what any of it meant or any of the odd 'feelings' that came with it.]


There we go. Uhm, are you okay?

[His laugh that was to follow was nervous, unwilling to betray the aspect of him that had enjoyed the warmth and closeness, because he had so little of an understanding of it. Yet, he was hoping that they have a chance to experience it again and then however many times it took for them to understand why it caused such awkward sensations mixed with such nice ones.]

That reminds me that I need to cycle this boy's icons within the next couple days

[identity profile] notquiteanobody.livejournal.com 2010-11-10 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
[He was about to protest about whether or not he should worry when he figured at this point that it was simply how she was. It wasn't something he couldn't relate to; he didn't like friends spending too much time worrying about him either. Still, the way she seemed to hesitate in even giving as much as a glance in his direction was at least a little troubling.]

Yeah, I'm right behind you.

[Ultimately, he chalked it up to just nerves. Aside from having an exceptionally rapid and relatively traumatic reunion, they still had no idea what their situation was exactly or if they were even Nobodies still. There were just a number of things that didn't quite add up to him.

Pushing all of that aside, he merely followed after her into the throne room, finding himself in at least somewhat familiar territory. Still that emptiness was bothering him. Just the thrones and no sign of any life aside from the two of them. And this was supposed to be where the Cornerstone was kept. Yet there was no sign of it at all.]


This is really strange. Do you see anything?

On the agenda for the next couple days.

[identity profile] notquiteanobody.livejournal.com 2010-11-11 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
[His cursory examination of the throne room wasn't turning up anything that they wouldn't have been able to tell just by peeking in the door. It was just so strange that the place would be so barren of anything; not the castle's treasure, its inhabitants or even its guards.

To his frustration, he found himself almost wishing the Heartless that had plagued most of Sora's visit to the place were present so that there was something where he remembered it. But there wasn't anything like that. It was like being on a mockup or a really poor recreation, like the digital Twilight Town, only if DiZ had decided to really lax on his efforts to make the place look authentic.

Finally her question got his attention.]


Yeah, he was... but the Cornerstone's no where around here.

None of the people that were here are.

I don't know what to make of it.

[He was going between nervous and frustrated. It scared him, really. That paranoid voice in his head was suggesting now that perhaps somehow both of them were now in some kind of data recreation, only it'd never been completed. But he didn't want to worry her with such a wild theory, at least not until he had something to even begin confirming his suspicion with.

In a way he felt bad thinking that way; they'd promised to be open with each other this time. But Xion already worried about so much as it was, he really didn't want her upset because his imagination was jumping at shadows. Eventually he reached a compromise; he decided that if he found the slightest shred of evidence, then he would tell her.]


Well, that leaves just one place left.

Ara?

[identity profile] notquiteanobody.livejournal.com 2010-11-15 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[He gives an affirmative nod, pushing his worries and fears aside for the moment and covering it over with as honest a smile as he could muster. It both hadn't been long and yet it had, he kept telling himself that they'd overcome fate by even seeing each other again; so no matter what this world turned out to be, they'd find a way.

Roxas was however, a little surprised when Xion's hand seemed to seek his own out. Whether she'd intended to or not, feeling her hand in his just seemed to reassure him that things were going to be okay. Smile no longer lacking in any sincerity whatsoever, he lets her lead off as they travel back into the garden, winding between a few hedges and finally ending up at the door to what should be the gummi hanger.]


Well, it's the last place we have to check.

2/2

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I'd bet.

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