reset the sadness.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[those large sunlight spots are finally gone, and he's glowing a little less. he's already visited the shrine Axel built for him once, and it cheered him up to at least know one person appreciated the sun. he's laying with his arms crossed in front of him, sleepy. some nice onigiri are in front of him, that he apparently made.]

I wonder if the sakura trees are alright now. They're probably blooming all over Shinshu Field and Hana Valley.

[he looks down towards the reflector, glaive and pouch beside him. even gods can gloom.]

Comments

[paint-itred.livejournal.com]

[watches from afar]

[leaderofmuses.livejournal.com]

[sits next to him] You ok?

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[sulky sulk sulk.]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

Not really.

[paint-itred.livejournal.com]

[...gaaah, protective urges kick in. walks over]

What are you doing?

[leaderofmuses.livejournal.com]

What's wrong?

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

Trying to sleep.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

I don't know.

[skittlesky.livejournal.com]

[a little golden winged angel flaps above him soon enough, staff tapping the top of his head.]

Why so blue, panda bear?

[paint-itred.livejournal.com]

Mm. Want to be left alone?

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

No.

[grabby hands.]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[--ow. looks over his shoulder.]

... do you ever feel useless?

[paint-itred.livejournal.com]

...[sits next to him]

[skittlesky.livejournal.com]

[smiles and settles beside him, little spheres of rainbow light fluttering about.]

I feel that a lot. When you're just a messenger, when you don't have anything to do for the higher ups, it gets kind of upsetting.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[reaches a hand to try and take one, before sighing.]

But you're very social.

[skittlesky.livejournal.com]

Roxaaas. You know you're never useless.

[scoots behind him, reaching up to massage his head.]

You're my favorite, y'know. Being my best friend is a very big job.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[sighs a little, something that looks like a smile on his face.]

Never useless. I'm not useless if I'm outside, but if you're indoors, there's not a lot I can do.

I'm glad I can bring you a little bit of happiness, either way.

[skittlesky.livejournal.com]

Ohh, jeeze.

[now wriggling back until Roxas' head is pulled down into his lap.]

Stop being so hard on yourself. Just 'cause we're both stuck inside doesn't make you any less useful, and I can't really do anything in here either. All of the higher ups are at home and there's no sky to make rain and rainbows in.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[he sighs a little.]

I know, I'm sorry. It just gets a little disheartening when you're here for an extended period of time, Sora.

I... I'm getting depressing. Sorry.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[lays down across his lap.]

[paint-itred.livejournal.com]

[pets his hair gently]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[he's a little too jaded to notice and he actually flinches a little in surprise. he shakes his head.]

It--it was nothing, really. You're safe now?

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[--falters a little and laughs uneasily, looking at his knees.]

Little god insecurities.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[doesn't look at what's behind him, and sighs.]

Shockingly. We aren't that sure of ourselves all the time, you know.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

--it's, ur, silly.

Sometimes with all the sex in this room, I can't help but feel a little inferior to Riku...

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

Riku is... the sex god in my world.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

It's more that... compared to the amount of people who need Riku, it's vastly in his favor. I have no right to feel this way, and I shouldn't be speaking about this.

Jealousy is a horrible thing.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[he offers a small little smile back.]

... thank you. I suppose I at least have some importance.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

... Riku isn't exactly skilled with a brush, no.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[he nods a little and pulls back.]

I suppose I shouldn't sell myself short. So many things would lose life here.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

Plants would wither, and a large part of the electricity would be gone, since I fuel some of it.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[--he's caught off-guard again, looking at the basket with surprise before taking it. is he glowing a little brighter?]

... th-thanks. I really appreciate it.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[he seems a little embarrassed now, ears red.]

And helping others is what I do best, so I believe we're even.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

A-alright.

Tell me if you ever need something repaired or toasted.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

You know, fire?

[that brush goes back and draws in the air, right over a candle. fire follows that brush.]