[After the debacle of the first month here, it feels... more than a little strange to be encouraged to plant, but in some ways, Isa can understand. It's not like all the plantlife in the city had overgrown and become the vines from hell, and this particular tradition was a lot more palatable than the tentacle festival.
(Playing 20 questions hadn't been the best of experiences, honestly.)
The Meas seeds themselves seem more superstitious than not - which is fine, if the locals want to believe in that, but Isa will go about planting them with the same diligence as any others that were given to him. That is - by himself, unless someone else comes to him with the desire to partake in the little ritual of sorts but are lacking a partner for the wish-granting aspects of it. He might still be getting used to having a heart again, but there's no harm in the attempt, so... why not?
Afterwards, though, he will be headed back home with one of the blue glowing bonsai in hand and a smudge of dirt on his face. And is that a bit of a self-satisfied expression? Probably. It is pretty nice to do something useful with his hands again after all.]
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["Oh, you simply must participate!"
Honestly - it doesn't take too much encouragement to get Isa to agree to take part in the tournament. It's unclear whether the enthusiasm for his participation has anything to do with his lunar-derived fighting style or if it's purely his stature, but regardless... he allows himself to be signed up, and spends his time between matches watching the others from the sidelines while tending to any injuries he's sustained in his own matches.
In the ring itself, he meets his opponents with the enthusiasm expected of him, if only because this is a prime opportunity to keep his skills sharp and maybe even find a sparring partner in the mess of it all... though he certainly won't be having any conversations until after matches have concluded, considering the laser-focus he keeps on the fight itself.]
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[Typically, Isa wasn't one to take such dire warnings lightly - and this time was no different. He'd kept the bracelet on as advised, but at some point along the way it just. Went missing, whether that was from some mischevious prismal child slipping it off his wrist or whether it got broken during the tournament, the fact remained that as the moons all rise and align, it's gone.
The anxiety strikes first, prompts him to find somewhere to be alone - a darkened alley suffices - where he has to wonder, due to the shortness of breath and the panic filtering in around the edges, if he's dying. As that anxiety fades, though, it shifts to something else - the fact he's alone. He doesn't know where anyone he knows is, and that's very much not acceptable. They're his people, after all, and need to be found and kept close.
The physical changes go largely unnoticed as he sets out. The sharp, wolflike ears and large, fluffy tail from the sanguis cycle have returned, both perked and alert. In addition to those, though, matching blue fur has appeared over his chest and shoulders, tapering down his back towards his tail. Nails have turned to claws, and teeth have sharpened to fangs.
Unrelated to the moonblessings, but only adding to the more feral light he's cast in, his scars have become elongated and jagged, and there is an intense glow to his eyes that those who know him would surely recognize.
Those who he doesn't know? Right now, are only in the way, an obstacle that he's more than willing to fight at the slightest provocation.]
[ What a coincidence Isa, guess who else has blue hair and is walking home from planting trees with a bonsai tree in her hands. In fact, the only difference is that her's is purple instead of blue.
Yep, it's Aqua, and she stops when she realizes who she's looking at.]
Isa. I didn't realize you were helping out with the gardening too.
[ Not that they really talked much, so it's not really surprising that they hadn't known what the other was doing, but still. Keeping in touch with everyone was probably something she should be taking more time to do.]
[Fancy meeting you here, fellow blue-haired morosexual castmate. He stops when she speaks to him, too, and actually breathes a bit of a sigh.
It's difficult to reach out, especially with people whose first experience with him was on the other end of a sword (key-shaped or otherwise), so the utterly normal conversation starter is actually something like a relief.
He's probably being ridiculous, but getting used to emotions again is difficult.]
Oh, Aqua. If I'd known you were there as well...
[Well, he probably wouldn't have said anything, but he might have edged close enough that they could help each other out. And that's something... right?]
It's nice to have plants that aren't trying to kill us this time.
( The small, silver bracelet hangs around her wrist as she makes her way through the crowd of people. While it seems to have drastically reduced the effects of the curse, as Namine has come to think of it, it doesn't keep them suppressed completely. So a pair of white fox ears and matching tail seem to have sprouted on the blonde, though it seems like those are the only changes she's undergone so far. Little does she know, she's also putting off a fairly attractive trail of pheromones in her wake.
She stops once she catches sight of the vaguely familiar figure there, looking much more wild than she's used to seeing him. In fact, it takes her a moment to consider if the person she's looking at is, in fact, Isa. The glow to his eyes tells her that it is. Her brows furrow in worry as she turns and makes her way over to him, stopping once she's in front of him. )
Isa...? Are you okay?
( His bracelet is missing. Would giving him her own do any good at this point? She considers this as she looks up at him. )
[Namine's presence is unexpected, but as she approaches, it's certainly not unwelcome. As she speaks, his attention shifts fully to her, and he very quickly sweeps her hands into his, holding tight but careful to not harm.
His tail swishes idly behind him, and the glow does fade somewhat from his eyes now that he's found someone - found her, though the pheromones she's letting off almost certainly have something to do with that.]
I'm fine.
[Then he makes a very obvious show of looking her over, and also staring down someone who watches that until they skitter away at a baring of teeth.]
( His touch isn't unwelcome in the slightest, so she allows him to hold onto her hands, stepping in a little closer to him. Namine's gaze trails over the changes in his appearance, noting the swishing of a tail behind him. It's not unusual, considering the things she's seen since coming to this festival. Her own tail sways softly behind her, a pleased motion as she seems to smile at him gently.
Namine gives a small shake of her head, glancing over her shoulder to the guy just as he runs off, undoubtedly scared off by Isa's fierce display. The thing Namine hasn't noticed?
There are others who linger nearby, no doubt following the scent left behind. )
[As others approach somewhat cautiously, while they escape Namine's notice, they don't escape Isa's - whether through the sound of their footsteps to his sharpened hearing or from their own scents - so it's not long before his hold on her shifts from her hands to her shoulders, tugging her close against his chest.
It's more than apparent he's very, very on edge, with the beginnings of a growl rumbling in his throat at a particularly adventurous interloper, that makes him seriously consider calling a corridor to bring her home.
But that might be... concerning... to her, so he refrains, for the moment.]
[Isa wasn't the only one who was going through a few changes, though whether or not that's a good thing is a mystery for the ages.
He'd given up trying to walk on his own - he'd dumped himself into too many places with the corridors and wasted too much energy doing that, leaving Demyx to resort to using a... very half-assed water "clone" to support himself, if it could even be called that. Really, it's more of a blob with vaguely arm-shaped limbs, and given how Demyx presently looks it's a sorry sight. He even ditched the coat after calling one of the Dusks to bring it home, simply because it was becoming too much of a pain in the neck.
When he spots Isa, Demyx comes to a jerky, wobbly stop and he squints down the street. And then his ears go back and the fur on his tail and shoulders fluff up. That's... Isa, right? It's totally him - there's no mistaking that scar or that shade of blue for anyone else.
Scary.]
...Saix? H-Hey, uh... Everything okay?
[One of these days he'll get his name straight, but here's hoping his voice is at least recognizable.]
[In general? Probably a good thing. Good for Demyx, though?
Dubious.
That name is met with an annoyed flick of an ear as he hears it, and his attention is brought fully onto this cat. He looks... familiar, but not, and it's his voice and the halfassed water clone that really tips Isa off as to who it is.]
Demyx?
[A Familiar Person. So the distance between them is closed quickly as he gives the other a once-over and promptly claws through the water clone. Whether it dissipates from that or is shoved away or stays put, it's ignored from then on as it doesn't matter since the closeness between them means he can tug Demyx against him.]
Everything's fine.
[Well. For the most part. Protective-possessive impulses calm ever so slightly once he's actually in contact with Demyx, and he can take notice of the oddly sweet smell about him, and where pride and self-control might usually make him ask about that, instead, he presses his face to the crook of his neck.
[When Isa grabs him and pulls him closer, Demyx swears his heart - the physical one - stops beating. It's sudden and it happens so fast that his fight or flight response doesn't have a chance to kick in, leaving him standing there a bit awkwardly with his hands flat against his shoulders.
And then he has Isa's face in the thick ruff of fur around his neck and it takes everything Demyx has to not shudder. The strangest thing is it's not fear, but... relief? It feels nice. Scary and weird, but very nice.
There's a little voice in the back of his mind that tells him to not push his luck and to keep his guard up, but there's another part that wants to see what happens.]
I-I, er...
[He can't exactly run off, but at the same time he's being held up and it gives him a chance to 'rest' so after some hesitation, he cautiously (and awkwardly) loops his arms around the back of Isa's neck to further support himself.
Careful.]
I could ask you the same? I-I mean, it's probably the same as you?
[Well. Technically, it is. Logically, he knows that they must have both been outside when all the moons aligned and the transformations hit, but... logic isn't the rule of the moment.
Instinct is. Feeling is. And what he does know is that Demyx was fairly helpless, as far as he was concerned, so he should have just gone home, but he hadn't.
Not that he minds in the least, when arms are looped around his neck, when he pulls back somewhat reluctantly to get a better look at new, catlike features. As for himself - there's a smoothness to his fur, now, and slightly less of a glow in his eyes, though he's still far from letting go. Quite the opposite, as hands slide over Demyx's hips to settle at his back as Isa holds him more securely.
...Oh. He's pretty soft. That's actually really nice, as he sinks fingers into his fur.]
[ven's heart was racing faster than he would ever thought was possible.
his own changes had become more dramatic. the dark blonde fur that made up his floppy rabbit ears and puff of a tail had spread further over his body, leaving a soft happy trail that went up his abdomen and between his breasts. his feet had changed into paws that made wearing shoes absolutely uncomfortable and impossible and along with the skin searing heat he was in he'd had forgone both his shoes and t-shirt somewhere outside.
he just wanted to get home, get somewhere safe before his heart gave out from how hard it was pumping, but he'd gotten lost already. of course that was his luck. turning down an alleyway hesitantly, ven's ears perked up as he spotted a shadowed figure nearby. as a breeze rolled by he picked up a familiar scent.]
[That voice draws the attention of the shadowed figure, and glowing eyes fix on the other. There's a familiarity in him, and one that makes Isa approach quickly, though as he gets closer, there's an urgency about it.
It's Ven, he can tell, but there's also a scent about him that has Isa pinning him to the wall of the alley instead of checking to see if he's alright.]
What are you doing here, Ven?
[Where just anyone could have found him like this, with that enticing scent about him.]
[he perks up, about to step closer when suddenly he's being pinned against the wall. it knocks the air from his lungs and his ears fall back as he stares up at isa with widened eyes.] I- got lost-
[he's never seen isa like this before, a far cry from the teen he once knew to the adult he was now inside the city. if anything that small spike of panic only makes the scent of his heat even more potent.]
[That's. Actually a pretty good idea. Sure, he was himself again in no small part because of Sora, but, well.
They'd never really been on good terms, so there had been no reason for him to reach out without prompting. But Sora reaching out was... very Sora. So it was hard to mind, and he pauses mid-stride to wait for him to catch up.]
[While Xemnas has been aware of the warnings - and indeed had also received a bracelet besides - by the time the moons rise he's all but forgotten it. Quite literally, in fact: he'd put it on without the intent of taking it off and had proceeded to not pay the least bit of attention to it. So much so that he wouldn't have even able to say where it had gone missing, for all that it clearly has. The black-and-white scales running down his shoulders and forehead and the pair of fuzzy silver ears atop his head are more than enough to speak to that, to say nothing of the fact that he has a tail instead of a pair of legs.
He pauses, when he spots Isa. Rage or no, Isa is his, and merely having found him soothes something in Xemnas that he hadn't known had needed it, tail settling back to the ground as he lets go of the magic that had kept him hovering.]
Saïx.
[Xemnas knows that's not his name, now. That Isa has given it up with the return of his heart. He can't care. Not right now, when he's just glad to have found one of the people who are his, regardless of what they should happen to be calling themselves.]
[That's not his name now. He shouldn't respond to it, shouldn't give Xemnas the satisfaction of him responding to it, but right now something as inconsequential as a name doesn't matter. Someone who is his has shown himself, has spoken to him, and his ears have already perked up in a clear indication of both interest and that he heard him.]
Xemnas.
[It's kind of unsettling to see him like this, even now - long and serpentine and, briefly, hovering. He crosses the distance between them anyway. Reaches out to touch, but reason finally catches up with him and he withdraws his hand quickly, just before making contact, as though he was burned.
He still doesn't leave him, though. If anything, the tentative swishing of his tail has quickened.]
You're alright.
[Ah. Maybe he shouldn't have said something. Maybe his filter isn't as secure as withholding touch might have indicated.]
[The sight of those ears perking up is definitely noticeable. And comforting, in a way Xemnas can't quite explain either. But it's a clear sign that, if nothing else, Isa has heard him, and the acknowledgement shortly thereafter only makes things that much better.
(He notes, too, that at least for now, Isa is more than willing to respond to his old name. Whether or not that will continue to be the case will remain to be seen, but it's not a bad start, at the least.)]
You were concerned.
[It's not question. But oddly (or at least oddly for Xemnas), it doesn't sound judgmental in the least. Nor as if he means to use that fact against Isa. Instead, it sounds almost like he's touched by the fact, even if he's unlikely to actually address that point.]
[Daihannya has been finding himself rather distracted from his work for a very simple reason. There is a remarkably attractive man nearby. He has this slightest smudge of dirt on his face and this focus in doing the work which just holds his attention. He can't help but to keep watching him, a smile on his lips as he does.
Of course, after a time he simply has to say something.]
I wasn't aware that they would find someone so handsome to work this job like this. Though I have to say I'm pleased that they did. The view is wonderful.
[While Isa has not been entirely oblivious to there being someone watching him, there are also enough people around that he doesn't think too much of it. It could be a local, watching people work, or the focus could actually be on someone near him instead. There's simple work to be done without actually needing to get paranoid.
So when he's addressed? He ignores the man for a long moment, thinking he must be speaking to someone else, but no one else responds to him.]
I was saying that you're a wonderful view since you're very handsome.
[He doesn't mind saying it again. Especially since it's quite true and he's having such a good time admiring the man. Far more interesting than any of this planting at any rate.]
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Date: 2019-04-25 12:57 pm (UTC)⬤ A
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Date: 2019-04-26 03:00 am (UTC)Yep, it's Aqua, and she stops when she realizes who she's looking at.]
Isa. I didn't realize you were helping out with the gardening too.
[ Not that they really talked much, so it's not really surprising that they hadn't known what the other was doing, but still. Keeping in touch with everyone was probably something she should be taking more time to do.]
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Date: 2019-04-27 05:55 am (UTC)It's difficult to reach out, especially with people whose first experience with him was on the other end of a sword (key-shaped or otherwise), so the utterly normal conversation starter is actually something like a relief.
He's probably being ridiculous, but getting used to emotions again is difficult.]
Oh, Aqua. If I'd known you were there as well...
[Well, he probably wouldn't have said anything, but he might have edged close enough that they could help each other out. And that's something... right?]
It's nice to have plants that aren't trying to kill us this time.
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Date: 2019-04-29 04:07 am (UTC)... Well, okay, that and the fact he wasn't Larxene.]
Yeah. I know what you mean. That was a bit of a crazy situation to find ourselves in almost first thing.
[ Nowhere near the craziest thing they've had to deal with, but still...]
Anyway, how have you've been. With... everything that's been going on recently?
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Date: 2019-05-01 06:51 am (UTC)...And honestly almost everyone is easier to deal with than Larxene.]
I've been... fine, I think. I didn't have as much to contend with as others.
[He didn't turn into a dragon like Lea, or start emitting pheromones like the Cordis among them, or go into heat...
He's not sure what future months will bring, but that's for future-Isa to deal with.]
What about you?
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Date: 2019-04-26 07:22 am (UTC)She stops once she catches sight of the vaguely familiar figure there, looking much more wild than she's used to seeing him. In fact, it takes her a moment to consider if the person she's looking at is, in fact, Isa. The glow to his eyes tells her that it is. Her brows furrow in worry as she turns and makes her way over to him, stopping once she's in front of him. )
Isa...? Are you okay?
( His bracelet is missing. Would giving him her own do any good at this point? She considers this as she looks up at him. )
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Date: 2019-04-27 12:51 am (UTC)His tail swishes idly behind him, and the glow does fade somewhat from his eyes now that he's found someone - found her, though the pheromones she's letting off almost certainly have something to do with that.]
I'm fine.
[Then he makes a very obvious show of looking her over, and also staring down someone who watches that until they skitter away at a baring of teeth.]
Are you? No one has bothered you, right?
[Like that guy that just skittered away.]
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Date: 2019-04-28 05:32 am (UTC)Namine gives a small shake of her head, glancing over her shoulder to the guy just as he runs off, undoubtedly scared off by Isa's fierce display. The thing Namine hasn't noticed?
There are others who linger nearby, no doubt following the scent left behind. )
No, no one has bothered me. It's fine.
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Date: 2019-04-28 06:12 am (UTC)It's more than apparent he's very, very on edge, with the beginnings of a growl rumbling in his throat at a particularly adventurous interloper, that makes him seriously consider calling a corridor to bring her home.
But that might be... concerning... to her, so he refrains, for the moment.]
Really? You're sure about that?
[When she smells so nice?]
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Date: 2019-04-26 08:19 am (UTC)He'd given up trying to walk on his own - he'd dumped himself into too many places with the corridors and wasted too much energy doing that, leaving Demyx to resort to using a... very half-assed water "clone" to support himself, if it could even be called that. Really, it's more of a blob with vaguely arm-shaped limbs, and given how Demyx presently looks it's a sorry sight. He even ditched the coat after calling one of the Dusks to bring it home, simply because it was becoming too much of a pain in the neck.
When he spots Isa, Demyx comes to a jerky, wobbly stop and he squints down the street. And then his ears go back and the fur on his tail and shoulders fluff up. That's... Isa, right? It's totally him - there's no mistaking that scar or that shade of blue for anyone else.
Scary.]
...Saix? H-Hey, uh... Everything okay?
[One of these days he'll get his name straight, but here's hoping his voice is at least recognizable.]
I-I mean, that's you, yeah?
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Date: 2019-04-26 11:33 pm (UTC)Dubious.
That name is met with an annoyed flick of an ear as he hears it, and his attention is brought fully onto this cat. He looks... familiar, but not, and it's his voice and the halfassed water clone that really tips Isa off as to who it is.]
Demyx?
[A Familiar Person. So the distance between them is closed quickly as he gives the other a once-over and promptly claws through the water clone. Whether it dissipates from that or is shoved away or stays put, it's ignored from then on as it doesn't matter since the closeness between them means he can tug Demyx against him.]
Everything's fine.
[Well. For the most part. Protective-possessive impulses calm ever so slightly once he's actually in contact with Demyx, and he can take notice of the oddly sweet smell about him, and where pride and self-control might usually make him ask about that, instead, he presses his face to the crook of his neck.
Don't mind him.]
What are you doing out here, anyway?
[Alone. Unable to walk properly. Vulnerable.]
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Date: 2019-04-27 12:25 am (UTC)And then he has Isa's face in the thick ruff of fur around his neck and it takes everything Demyx has to not shudder. The strangest thing is it's not fear, but... relief? It feels nice. Scary and weird, but very nice.
There's a little voice in the back of his mind that tells him to not push his luck and to keep his guard up, but there's another part that wants to see what happens.]
I-I, er...
[He can't exactly run off, but at the same time he's being held up and it gives him a chance to 'rest' so after some hesitation, he cautiously (and awkwardly) loops his arms around the back of Isa's neck to further support himself.
Careful.]
I could ask you the same? I-I mean, it's probably the same as you?
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Date: 2019-04-27 05:33 am (UTC)[Well. Technically, it is. Logically, he knows that they must have both been outside when all the moons aligned and the transformations hit, but... logic isn't the rule of the moment.
Instinct is. Feeling is. And what he does know is that Demyx was fairly helpless, as far as he was concerned, so he should have just gone home, but he hadn't.
Not that he minds in the least, when arms are looped around his neck, when he pulls back somewhat reluctantly to get a better look at new, catlike features. As for himself - there's a smoothness to his fur, now, and slightly less of a glow in his eyes, though he's still far from letting go. Quite the opposite, as hands slide over Demyx's hips to settle at his back as Isa holds him more securely.
...Oh. He's pretty soft. That's actually really nice, as he sinks fingers into his fur.]
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Date: 2019-04-26 11:48 pm (UTC)his own changes had become more dramatic. the dark blonde fur that made up his floppy rabbit ears and puff of a tail had spread further over his body, leaving a soft happy trail that went up his abdomen and between his breasts. his feet had changed into paws that made wearing shoes absolutely uncomfortable and impossible and along with the skin searing heat he was in he'd had forgone both his shoes and t-shirt somewhere outside.
he just wanted to get home, get somewhere safe before his heart gave out from how hard it was pumping, but he'd gotten lost already. of course that was his luck. turning down an alleyway hesitantly, ven's ears perked up as he spotted a shadowed figure nearby. as a breeze rolled by he picked up a familiar scent.]
... Hello?
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Date: 2019-04-27 01:24 am (UTC)It's Ven, he can tell, but there's also a scent about him that has Isa pinning him to the wall of the alley instead of checking to see if he's alright.]
What are you doing here, Ven?
[Where just anyone could have found him like this, with that enticing scent about him.]
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Date: 2019-04-27 01:36 am (UTC)[he perks up, about to step closer when suddenly he's being pinned against the wall. it knocks the air from his lungs and his ears fall back as he stares up at isa with widened eyes.] I- got lost-
[he's never seen isa like this before, a far cry from the teen he once knew to the adult he was now inside the city. if anything that small spike of panic only makes the scent of his heat even more potent.]
Are you okay, Isa?
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Date: 2019-04-27 03:21 am (UTC)After all, back home by the time Isa was Isa again, Sora was... Well... he wasn't able to really meet him.]
Isa! Hey, wait up!
Let's go to the apartments together?
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Date: 2019-04-28 06:59 am (UTC)They'd never really been on good terms, so there had been no reason for him to reach out without prompting. But Sora reaching out was... very Sora. So it was hard to mind, and he pauses mid-stride to wait for him to catch up.]
Sora? Alright.
[Why is he so trusting??]
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Date: 2019-04-28 07:37 am (UTC)So... uh... It's nice to meet you?
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Date: 2019-04-29 05:17 am (UTC)He pauses, when he spots Isa. Rage or no, Isa is his, and merely having found him soothes something in Xemnas that he hadn't known had needed it, tail settling back to the ground as he lets go of the magic that had kept him hovering.]
Saïx.
[Xemnas knows that's not his name, now. That Isa has given it up with the return of his heart. He can't care. Not right now, when he's just glad to have found one of the people who are his, regardless of what they should happen to be calling themselves.]
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Date: 2019-05-06 04:03 am (UTC)Xemnas.
[It's kind of unsettling to see him like this, even now - long and serpentine and, briefly, hovering. He crosses the distance between them anyway. Reaches out to touch, but reason finally catches up with him and he withdraws his hand quickly, just before making contact, as though he was burned.
He still doesn't leave him, though. If anything, the tentative swishing of his tail has quickened.]
You're alright.
[Ah. Maybe he shouldn't have said something. Maybe his filter isn't as secure as withholding touch might have indicated.]
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Date: 2019-05-21 04:53 am (UTC)(He notes, too, that at least for now, Isa is more than willing to respond to his old name. Whether or not that will continue to be the case will remain to be seen, but it's not a bad start, at the least.)]
You were concerned.
[It's not question. But oddly (or at least oddly for Xemnas), it doesn't sound judgmental in the least. Nor as if he means to use that fact against Isa. Instead, it sounds almost like he's touched by the fact, even if he's unlikely to actually address that point.]
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Date: 2019-04-29 08:29 am (UTC)Of course, after a time he simply has to say something.]
I wasn't aware that they would find someone so handsome to work this job like this. Though I have to say I'm pleased that they did. The view is wonderful.
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Date: 2019-05-06 04:58 am (UTC)So when he's addressed? He ignores the man for a long moment, thinking he must be speaking to someone else, but no one else responds to him.]
What?
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Date: 2019-05-08 02:05 am (UTC)[He doesn't mind saying it again. Especially since it's quite true and he's having such a good time admiring the man. Far more interesting than any of this planting at any rate.]
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