|Naughty boys... I swear on David Bowie's tights this is how I found them.|
TD: Take TwoTD: Take Two by MewHannah-Chan
It was the perfect size. Elegant in shape and color—it’s neon pink glow emanating like some ethereal dream he’s somehow had. He can imagine it sitting in his chest, beating against his rigcage, pumping life force through his veins, and allowing him to exist.
God, what would it be like? To be a whole person, and not just a fragment of another being? The hole in his body feels even emptier than before…
And just like that, the glowing heart dissipates into the cloud of smoke that conjured it up.
“So,” a conniving voice inquires, “what do you say... Roxie?”
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KH - UntouchableNinety-nine percent of who you are is invisible andKH - Untouchable by MewHannah-Chan
R. Buckminster Fuller
It wasn't the wind; nor was it the rain. Not the hail, the sleet, the snow not even the sweet, loving breaths of Sora that could touch him.
Roxas was untouchable.
Sora didn't stop trying anyway.
He'd hold his Nobody's nonexistent hand, touch that nonexistent face, and kiss those lovelyand so very temptingnonexistent lips.
Sora felt only air when these things happened; however in his heart (and groin) he felt warmth.
Roxas was always sheepish to the advances, but Sora didn't stop trying anyway. He'd coax the blond to loosen up, he'd get real close, and then he'd touch air over and over again.
Sora felt nothing.
Roxas felt everything.
The Nobody hadn't told his Somebody this, but he could just tell that Sora knew somehow.
Perhaps because they shared a heart, mind, and body.
Roxas' thoughts were Sora's, and vice versa. It was like the
KH - WithinKH - Within by MewHannah-Chan
"What interests me is the sense of the darkness that we carry
us, the darkness that's akin to one of the principal subjects of the sublime - terror."
Roxas opens his eyes to smears of bright red.
He blinks them, and it becomes smears of bright red and gold.
One last blink and he's standing before a red-painted wooden door with gold accents and a large skull in the center.
A glance behind himself later and he sees he's on the pirate ship in Neverland.
"That's right " He whispers; remembering the completed mission from not long ago. "I had to help Tinkerbell here."
He approaches the door; opening it with a cautious push before blinking his eyes once more.
Everything is a blur; he can faintly make out the oaken, rich scenery and what appears to be the silhouette of a male holding a female in the back of the room.
"Riku! Wait!" He hears someone callthe voice sounding so familiar and yet not
Just then, a dar
"Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now?"
- Hamlet, V.i
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