be that shining light.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[now, this looks like a new Roxas--looks almost fourteen. but he bears an uncanny resemblance to--oh, wait. this is the sun god, just without his powers. someone was being a sacrificial god again.]

I wonder if anyone here deems the sun as an importance. We're in a room, after all.

Maybe that's why I'm so weak...

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[paint-itred.livejournal.com]

...[sigh] What did you do this time?

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[quiet 'mn'.]

[paint-itred.livejournal.com]

Roxas.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

I healed a human, is all.

[slight cough, he squirms on his side.]

[paint-itred.livejournal.com]

Pretty extreme way to do that. [sigh, pulls him into hug]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

I had barely enough power to glow, either way.

[paint-itred.livejournal.com]

Yea, I know, but still.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

The sun isn't all that important inside a room, either way.

[paint-itred.livejournal.com]

It is to a lot of people. [including him, but he wasn't about to get THAT sappy]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[his head tilts back a little.]

If it was, I wouldn't be losing my power so quic--...

[there's a hitch in his voice.]

Quickly.

[paint-itred.livejournal.com]

They don't know you're here. You're not quite as flamboyant as that s--...other god.

[he knows Roxas is friends with that Riku, but he still doesn't like him. and there's not but so much he can personally do to keep his powers from fading, being a painting...]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[he just closes his eyes, ignoring his words.]

I'll sleep, store my energy. I won't ask people to pray if they haven't found me quite yet.

I promise I won't turn to stone.

[paint-itred.livejournal.com]

You better not. [fiddling with hair]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep very easily.]

[paintedmelody.livejournal.com]

[cue in a cute little gasp. anddd then a worried frown.]

What happened to your powers..?

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

I healed someone.

[he's making it open and general, shifting onto his back.]

[paintedmelody.livejournal.com]

[he sights, sliding over towards Roxas and eying him sadly.]

I love the sun. So many take it for granted, but we need it to survive, right?

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[there's a small, small curve to his lips.]

Yes, but if people don't pray for the sun, it goes away. I cannot help that. They must find out on their own.

[paintedmelody.livejournal.com]

I'll pray extra hard, next time.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[he smiles a little, looking over at him and grasping his hand.]

You don't need to do that.

[paintedmelody.livejournal.com]

[he grasps back, smiling himself.]

I want to. I owe you so much more.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[... can't help but sigh with content.]

Alright. Just--go somewhere else, so no one bothers you or sees you.

[paintedmelody.livejournal.com]

What, is it a secret?

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

People will ask what you're praying for, and... I wouldn't want them to just be told, I want them to find out on their own.

[paintedmelody.livejournal.com]

They will, I think. One day.