The diviner waits until the others are gone before approaching the superior.
He's hesitant at best, as if sure he'd be bitten for getting too close.
"Xemnas... I'm still here."
He sits, just out of touching range, though he wanted to curl up around him.
"You told me to go. To stay away."
A simple truth.
He chose to obay.
As he always does, no questions asked.
"I believe this time, I should have disobayed orders. I apologise."
He stands again, and slowly seats himself beside the superior and begins to clean off the blood.
How could he allow himself to appear unloyal...
Especially after waiting all day in the snow, for the chance to see him.
Shocking? as the result might have been.
Perhaps he believed the worst had already passed, which made this seem worse.
"It was... frightening? to see you like that. I did not know what to do. However... now..."
He frowns, mainly at himself. A thought crosses his mind, followed by a collage of all that happened in the last day or two. His eyes become solid yellow, teeth sharpening, scar becoming jagged.
Traces of blue flame licks out of his bright blue fur, and he pulls his head back. The embers remain mild in size, enough to radiate heat off himself to his superior, and hopefully bring comfort.
"They will all receive the maximum punishment for their disloyalty."
The stag's ears turn, slowly, but turn they do at that familiar voice, familiar scent, moonlight.
He's so broken, so ready to give in, he can't bring himself to move much, it hurts, he can feel how frozen his muscles are.
His antlers are chipped and broken, from fights and trees no longer large, nor as sharp.
His body bears burns, Axel, places where water has, in its own way, burned off the fur, Demyx.
thorn pricks, places where the wind had sniffed and bitten flesh.
He forces his head up to lick the diviner's cheek before letting his head fall uselessly to the snow.
"everything is so foggy" he still can't truly see, everything is so white.
The warmth is so welcome, even if it does make him hurt as his body is defrosted.
In his wounded irrationality he thinks the diviner means to run off right then and there, and his cloudy, dull eyes widen, trying to lift his head again.
The diviner's glowing eyes look back at his superior, and slowly return to their normal state, along with the rest of his appearance. Embers continue to dance out of his ice blue pelt, though less intense. Only enough to provide a warmth to them.
Xemnas had stayed with him while he was injured from the wolf.
He couldn't be so cold, as cold as the ice around them... so cold as to leave once that was in mind.
At least now Xemnas was speaking normally again. Or rather, at least not running around like the spill-heartless, or raving and laughing just like it. That had been an unnerving sight, even though he had chosen not to run from it.
He doesn't say a word, but instead lays his head over the base of the superior's neck.
How he wished he knew cure...
Perhaps he'd have Vexen teach him one day, or someone else who knows; excluding Marluxia.
He doesn't trust the flower.
The nymph.
And now, he doesn't trust many of the others...
And surely, he'd be on many hitlists now.
There had been too many double crossings, tripple crossings, and plans upon plans.
All of which seemed to blow up at once.
Save perhaps for Xigbar and Vexen, and if there's any luck, Namine. "I'll be here, Xemnas."
He wants to trust the diviner, so badly, to trust him as he once had, trust someone, something, anything, to be there.
He doesn't want to sleep. he's afraid he won't wake up, though at the same time, he knows death would have taken him already if it were going to at all.
"...you're all I have you know"
he supposes he has to trust him now, for staying, he's no leader anymore.
"...even if there's no...real...reason, keeping you here"
Light blue ears flick, knocking snow off the tips as words are taken in.
He doesn't agree or disagree. Yes, the hierarchy seems to have flipped over, and further the leader had been overthrown.
Not so much by the actions of others...
but by his own.
The others acted to solidify this new status, in unreal fear and desperation.
He had to wonder now, if he's still the second in command, if number I is no longer in charge.
Either he would have been the replacement...
Or the domino effected outcast. Knocked down by the solo player over himself as he fell.
He had begun to suspect, though he does not know for a fact, the truth that there were intentions to have him picked off as well.
"Anytime."
he speaks simply, quietly.
Thoughtful yellows close, vanishing behind ice blue. "The magic holding us here has weakened... I want you to escape this hell, with me. I've arranged for the dusks to lead us out, even if it's temporary escape."
He states, still quiet, as if telling a secret that could shatter the world if spoken too freely.
Golden eyes, once brilliant, weakened to the color of unpolished stones, clouded, sun behind clouds, open.
Wide for his state, yet nearly half closed as well.
Such an offer...
"you would...t-take me with...you?" it hurts to make noise, his throat is raw from animalistic battle calls, he can taste blood. But chooses to ignore it.
"...my diviner..." a small smile attempts to tug at his muzzle, shown in a twitch of lips.
"...thank you..." he manages to breath.
there is no heart to flutter in his chest.
The diviner waits until the
He's hesitant at best, as if sure he'd be bitten for getting too close.
"Xemnas... I'm still here."
He sits, just out of touching range, though he wanted to curl up around him.
"You told me to go. To stay away."
A simple truth.
He chose to obay.
As he always does, no questions asked.
"I believe this time, I should have disobayed orders. I apologise."
He stands again, and slowly seats himself beside the superior and begins to clean off the blood.
How could he allow himself to appear unloyal...
Especially after waiting all day in the snow, for the chance to see him.
Shocking? as the result might have been.
Perhaps he believed the worst had already passed, which made this seem worse.
"It was... frightening? to see you like that. I did not know what to do. However... now..."
He frowns, mainly at himself. A thought crosses his mind, followed by a collage of all that happened in the last day or two. His eyes become solid yellow, teeth sharpening, scar becoming jagged.
Traces of blue flame licks out of his bright blue fur, and he pulls his head back. The embers remain mild in size, enough to radiate heat off himself to his superior, and hopefully bring comfort.
"They will all receive the maximum punishment for their disloyalty."
;; Xemmy.
Xemmy. <3
The stag's ears turn, slowly,
He's so broken, so ready to give in, he can't bring himself to move much, it hurts, he can feel how frozen his muscles are.
His antlers are chipped and broken, from fights and trees no longer large, nor as sharp.
His body bears burns, Axel, places where water has, in its own way, burned off the fur, Demyx.
thorn pricks, places where the wind had sniffed and bitten flesh.
He forces his head up to lick the diviner's cheek before letting his head fall uselessly to the snow.
"everything is so foggy" he still can't truly see, everything is so white.
The warmth is so welcome, even if it does make him hurt as his body is defrosted.
In his wounded irrationality he thinks the diviner means to run off right then and there, and his cloudy, dull eyes widen, trying to lift his head again.
"d...don't go...not....not...now..."
The diviner's glowing eyes
Xemnas had stayed with him while he was injured from the wolf.
He couldn't be so cold, as cold as the ice around them... so cold as to leave once that was in mind.
At least now Xemnas was speaking normally again. Or rather, at least not running around like the spill-heartless, or raving and laughing just like it. That had been an unnerving sight, even though he had chosen not to run from it.
He doesn't say a word, but instead lays his head over the base of the superior's neck.
How he wished he knew cure...
Perhaps he'd have Vexen teach him one day, or someone else who knows; excluding Marluxia.
He doesn't trust the flower.
The nymph.
And now, he doesn't trust many of the others...
And surely, he'd be on many hitlists now.
There had been too many double crossings, tripple crossings, and plans upon plans.
All of which seemed to blow up at once.
Save perhaps for Xigbar and Vexen, and if there's any luck, Namine.
"I'll be here, Xemnas."
He wants to trust the
He doesn't want to sleep. he's afraid he won't wake up, though at the same time, he knows death would have taken him already if it were going to at all.
"...you're all I have you know"
he supposes he has to trust him now, for staying, he's no leader anymore.
"...even if there's no...real...reason, keeping you here"
not number I anymore, nothing, nobody.
he curls closer to the heat anyway, the warmth.
"Thank you...S...Saix..."
he doesn't want to sleep...
so he just goes quiet instead.
Light blue ears flick,
He doesn't agree or disagree. Yes, the hierarchy seems to have flipped over, and further the leader had been overthrown.
Not so much by the actions of others...
but by his own.
The others acted to solidify this new status, in unreal fear and desperation.
He had to wonder now, if he's still the second in command, if number I is no longer in charge.
Either he would have been the replacement...
Or the domino effected outcast. Knocked down by the solo player over himself as he fell.
He had begun to suspect, though he does not know for a fact, the truth that there were intentions to have him picked off as well.
"Anytime."
he speaks simply, quietly.
Thoughtful yellows close, vanishing behind ice blue.
"The magic holding us here has weakened... I want you to escape this hell, with me. I've arranged for the dusks to lead us out, even if it's temporary escape."
He states, still quiet, as if telling a secret that could shatter the world if spoken too freely.
Golden eyes, once brilliant,
Wide for his state, yet nearly half closed as well.
Such an offer...
"you would...t-take me with...you?" it hurts to make noise, his throat is raw from animalistic battle calls, he can taste blood. But chooses to ignore it.
"...my diviner..." a small smile attempts to tug at his muzzle, shown in a twitch of lips.
"...thank you..." he manages to breath.
there is no heart to flutter in his chest.
but it's fun to pretend.