For anyone who isn’t familiar with the game let me explain: based on your favourite X things you’ll have to select the corresponding item to create your own personal look!
In this case it will be the following:
Fave Chara = Top, Fave Game = Bottom, Fave Trio/Group = Shoes, Fave Original World = Accessory, Fave Disney World = Keyblade
You can create multiple outfits based on all combos of your favourite things!! Or even just put together the outfit you like best and see what it ties to!
You can reblog this post with the pictures of your outfits or simply put the combinations in the tags, or maybe create a whole other post for it (in which case I’d like to be tagged!) But however you’d like to play, I hope you’ll like this game and have fun! I cannot wait to see everyone’s results. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧
(below the pictures you’ll find a list of all the things in them, starting from left to right, to pto bottom!)
ENJOY!!
TOPS
First Pic. Second Pic. Third Pic.
Sora ◾Vanitas ◾Ansem T.W.
Riku ◾Repliku ◾Ansem SoD
Kairi ◾Naminé ◾Xemnas
Roxas ◾Hayner ◾Xigbar
Axel ◾Pence ◾Xaldin
Xion ◾Olette ◾Vexen
Ventus ◾Larxene ◾Lexaeus
Terra ◾Marluxia ◾Zexion
Aqua ◾Strelitzia ◾Saïx
◾Demyx
◾Luxord
◾Yozora
Fourth Pic. Fifth Pic.
Y. Xehanort ◾MoM
Y. Eraqus ◾Ira
Urd ◾Invi
Vor ◾ Aced
Hermod ◾Gula
Bragi ◾ Ava
Baldr ◾Ephemer
◾Skuld
◾Brain
BOTTOMS. SHOES.
Sixth Pic. Seventh Pic.
KH 1 ◾ Destiny Trio
KH CoM ◾Sea Salt Trio
KH 358/2 ◾Wayfinder Trio
KH2 ◾Trinity Trio
KH Re: Coded ◾Lost Trio
KH BBS ◾Twilight Trio
KH 3D ◾Union Trio
KH 0.2 ◾Radiant Trio
KHUX ◾OrganisationXIII
KH 3 ◾Foretellers
KH MoM ◾Scala Gang
KHDR ◾Dandelions
ACCESORIES 1. ACCESSORIES 2.
Eight Pic. Ninth Pic.
Destiny Islands ◾Scala ad Caelum
Radiant Garden ◾Dice to the Heart
Hollow Bastion ◾Mysterious Tower
Traverse Town ◾End of Sea
Twilight Town ◾Keyblade Graveyard
Land of Departure ◾End of the World
Castle Oblivion ◾TWTNW
Daybreak Town ◾Quadratum
The Final World
KEYBLADES
Tenth Pic.
Disney Town
Country of the Musketeers
Symphony of Sorcery (Fantasia)
Timeless River (Classic Disney)
Wonderland (Alice in Wonderland)
Deep Jungle (Tarzan)
Olympus (Hercules)
Agrabah (Aladdin)
Monstro (Pinocchio)
Prankster’s Paradise (Pinocchio)
Neverland (Peter Pan)
Atlantica (The Little Mermaid)
Halloween Town (Nightmare bf Christmas)
Beast’s Castle (Beauty and the Beast)
Land of Dragons (Mulan)
Port Royal (Pirates of the Carribbean)
The Pride Lands (The Lion King)
Castle of Dreams (Cinderella)
Enchanted Dominion (Sleeping Beauty)
Dwarf Woodlands (Snow White)
Deep Space (Lilo & Stitch)
The Grid (Tron)
Monstropolis (Monsters Inc)
La Cité des Cloches (Hunchback)
San Fransokyo (Big Hero 6)
Toy Box (Toy Story)
Arendelle (Frozen)
Kingdom of Corona (Tangled)
100 Acre Wood (Winnie the Pooh)
Game Central Station (Wreck it Ralph)
If you can, please reblog so more people will be able to play
I thought this one would be difficult, but when I really sat down to work on it, it got pretty good.
~~~~~
“Morning Era.”
Sleepy boy lifts his head, finding Vor. The little blonde pulls an object from her bag to place in front of him.
“I saw you missed breakfast, so I got you an extra muffin.”
Hermod places a carton beside the napkin wrapped pastry. “She forgot your milk though.”
Eraqus stares for a moment before he smiles and reaches for the food. “Aw, thanks guys.”
Bragi plops in his seat. “Holy hell, man. You look like death.”
Shoulders droop, but Eraqus smiles. Of course his friends would have noticed by now; despite his best efforts, his mood and mental state have only gotten worse.
At least Vor’s on his side. “Bragi!”
Smack!
“Ow! What did I do?!” The red-head glowers when Eraqus snickers.
“Be nice!”
“All I did was make a comment!”
“A mean comment.”
Grumbling, Smarmy Fluffcoat folds his arms, sits back, and sulks.
As Eraqus picks at his offering, in comes Xehanort. Honestly, things are still as clear as mud when it comes to their relationship. Era’s still stupidly in love with his best friend, but knows better than to act on it. Nevertheless, his world would probably fall apart it if weren’t for Xehanort. Yes, his friends are around and he’s grateful for them, but it’s not the same kind of salvation. Even so, he knows it’s his actions driving a wedge between them.
“Morning Xe!” Vor’s always chipper in the morning. Era’s never been able to get behind that, but he’s not going to be the one to discourage it. A few others hum their greetings.
“Morning,” he replies, playing with a chain around his neck. He looks to Eraqus and waves. Mouth full of food, Era waves back. “You finish the homework from yesterday?”
“Do I ever finish the homework from yesterday?” he asks past the muffin.
“Ugh, Eraqus.”
“Oh relax.” Eraqus places a book on the table that falls open to a loose page. “Not like I could sleep last night anyway.”
Brow raised, Xehanort takes the assignment and looks it over. “I’d say you were delusional last night, but putting down a number as the answer to a short essay is on par for you.”
The paper is snatched back. “I what?! Shit!”
Eraqus scrambles to correct his assignment and finish breakfast in the short break before class starts.
~~~~~
Class ends, the master dismisses his students, and the kids start packing up.
“What’s everyone’s plans today?” Baldr asks, shoving a book into his bag.
“Studying,” Hermod sighs.
“Studying,” says Urd.
Vor chimes, “Studying.”
Bragi waves a pair of finger guns. “Slacking.”
And Eraqus puts in his two munny. “Slacking.”
Xehanort shakes his head. “You guys are absolutely wild. What are you planning, Baldr?”
The white-haired boy grins. “I was thinking that it’s been a while since we got in the water.”
Vor giggles. “You want to go swimming?”
“Yeah. When’s the last time we played Blitzball?”
“Not since Xe smoked Urd by double points.” Bragi is blissfully unaware of the glare he’s receiving.
Hermod lets out a sigh. “Yet another thing Xehanort’s naturally good at.”
“What? I’m an islander.” Xehanort shrugs. “I was actually surprised you guys have Blitzball too. At least your goals aren’t made of logs and rope. I broke way too many of those.”
“With how you play, it’s no wonder,” Vor says. “What’s that thing he used to say? Before Hermod beat him?”
Exasperated, Xe puts a hand to his face.
“’The only one who can beat me is me’,” Bragi says in a poor brooding imitation of the boy in black before breaking out in a cackle.
The whole class bursts into laughter except the embarrassed boy.
“Yeah, we get it: I had a big ego.”
“Had?” Urd asks.
Xehanort turns to her. “You know what? Let’s go.”
“Fine.” She grins maliciously. “But when I win you dye that pretty hair of yours blue.”
“You could pick a more insulting color, but fine,” he retorts. “When I win, you dye yours pink.”
“You’re on.”
The red-head nudges his seat neighbor. “This outta be good, eh Fleetfoot?”
Era chuckles. “Urd’s gonna regret that bet.”
“So I guess everyone’s in?” Baldr asks.
The kids all stand in agreement, excitement brewing, and the usual talk flows among them. This is normal.
Until someone takes notice of Xehanort.
“Hey, what’s that?”
At Vor’s question, all eyes turn on Xehanort. He’s spent all day with his fist around the trinket at the end of a chain, but once he realizes what she’s talking about, his palm opens.
Eraqus blacks out. A knee gives way and he can just hear his friends’ voices past the high-pitch ringing. But there’s one voice fluctuating in his brain. And then he sees them—the one he left behind. It doesn’t last though; the darkness begins to fade, blurring that long-lost face until it clears away to reveal Xehanort and the ring hanging from his neck.
Now, Xehanort always had one up on Eraqus with his natural talent, but no one ever denied that Eraqus was stronger. So it takes little effort for Eraqus to stand and slam his classmate into the wall, holding him off the floor; in fact, he doesn’t hold back at all and the blow leaves Xehanort winded.
“WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!” Eraqus roars. Xehanort gasps for air. “ANSWER ME! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!”
“Eraqus!” Vor cries.
Bragi tries to force his way between them. “Dude, let him go!”
A pair of arms wrap around him. Hermod, the only person who could contest Eraqus in strength, pulls back with so much force that the two go rolling.
Eraqus throws off the taller boy and gets to his feet. Now between him and his target stands Bragi, keyblade drawn. Bragi didn’t have a hope in hell of stopping an unrestrained Eraqus with force, but his defensive magics were the best in the class. It’ll take the blueblood’s full force behind several attempts to get past.
“Hey! Cool it!”
Without a thought behind it, Eraqus wields his own weapon and swings. The barrier cracks beneath the assault. Bragi knows he’s in for it when his shield takes a second hit. As Eraqus readies to break through with a third attack, his weapon catches and pulls him back.
“Stand down.” Hermod wants his attention.
“BACK OFF!”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“OH FUCK YOU!”
Suddenly, there’s an arm around his neck. It constricts and off-balances Eraqus, pulling him to the ground. A sharp elbow frees the aggressor who turns, finding Xehanort. Before he can get his hands on the boy in black, Hermod and Baldr pull him back. They’re a second too late; his fists curl around Xe’s shirt. Now the whole class is in on the tussle, struggling to pull the boys apart.
Beneath the pull of all his classmates, Eraqus’s grip relents. The chain snags around his hand, snapping. Once Eraqus regains his footing, he comes face to face with all his friends standing between him and Xehanort, keyblades at the ready. Hermod, Bragi, Baldr, he might have a chance against each of them, but not all at once. The sight sobers his brain a little and the entirety of what just transpired plays in his head.
Just as Eraqus starts to back down, his eye catches the jewelry on the floor. He can’t let that go; that’s important to him. The young man snatches the ring up, nearly taking Urd’s keyblade in the process. With the charm in his grasp, he flees.
Eraqus sprints as if his life depends on it. When he finally makes it into the confines of his room, everything starts to sink in. His gaze drops to his fist, clenched bone white. Fingers tremble as they uncurl.
In his palm rests the glimmering band. Some part of him hoped that he was wrong—that he made a huge mistake. But there’s no mistake; this is the ring.
The last thread of his sanity snaps. Everything in reach flies across the room, the bedframe and dresser are turned over, and the wall receives a couple of holes. He screams and cries but the pain persists as fresh as it was all those years ago.
Inevitably, fatigue and the memories bring him down. Alone in the ruins of his room, he morns all over again the one he lost.
Pressing down on the alarm orb silences the screech. A sigh leaves his lips, fists rubbing at the burn in his eyes. It takes a good minute or two to convince himself to give up his bed and get ready for class.
A few days have passed, but the incident still plays in Xehanort’s mind. The shock and terror he felt when he heard his best friend screaming has lived in his heart ever since. What made it worse was the smile the boy greeted them with when all his classmates ran to his aid: weary, apologetic…and sad.
Eraqus has been an entirely different person for months. He’s always been a complete clown—happy and dorky, but always bright. Now, it’s like someone was wearing his skin, doing a poor imitation of the kid. His laugh was fake and his smile was forced; this is no longer Eraqus and the concern has been eating at Xehanort.
Still, the most recent incident has really affected the islander. Something about the what he heard sticks in his brain, like a long-forgotten memory so insignificant it didn’t warrant remembering but irritatingly familiar all the same. He hasn’t been able to dislodge the sound from his thoughts, which doesn’t help when he thinks about how he heard it.
“Yo, Xe, you alright, man?” Bragi leans against the wall, waiting for his turn in the bathroom.
Not particularly, but he’s not going to let Smarmy Fluffcoat know that. “Yeah, I’m good. Have you seen Eraqus?”
Bragi shakes his head, meaning it’s likely Eraqus hasn’t gotten out of bed yet. It’s not his job or anything, but Xehanort had picked up the habit of waking the sleepy boy for school. He knew better than to let it become something the slacker could depend on, but he couldn’t help himself when it came to Eraqus—in a lot of things.
“Era,” he calls, knocking on the door.
Nothing.
He tries again. “Eraqus, get up.”
Nothing. Again.
For this reason, Eraqus left his door unlocked. However, a turn at the doorknob finds the lock working just fine.
“What’s wrong?” Vor yawns.
Xehanort sighs. “Eraqus isn’t up yet and his door is locked. You got a hair pin?”
The young blond enters her room, returning with the requested item shortly after. It takes Xe only a few seconds to jimmy the lock and break in.
Normally, curtains are pulled back, letting in the dawning light of morning to help wake the procrastinator. Today, though, they’re completely closed as if to shut out the world. On the bed, blankets are strewn everywhere; one pillow had even been abandoned to the floor. Beneath the mess lies the snoozing boy. It’s clear to see his night had been a rough one. Even as he sleeps, the rings beneath his eyes are dark and that fair skin is pale. He fared as well last night as he has the last few months.
Xehanort sits on the bedside, taking in Eraqus’s exhausted form. He considers just leaving and letting his friend sleep; light knows he needs it. Seeing him like this tugs at Xe’s heart. This isn’t right; Eraqus is not supposed to be like this.
The young man reaches over, brushing a strand of ebony hair from his best friend’s face, eliciting a soft sigh. Xe’s palm rests against Era’s face, a thumb rubbing gentle circles against a clammy cheek.
Stone grey eyes flutter open.
That’s when the screaming ensues and the surviving pillow smacks Xehanort in the face.
“Xehanort?”
“Yes, you idiot. It’s me,” he growls, shoving the hair from his searing face. “Who else would come to wake your lazy ass up for class?”
There’s that smile, full of lies. “Sorry.”
“Whatever.” He regrets having woken the boy. “Just go get ready.”
Eraqus lags, eventually ready to join class just before the bell rings. The boy in black thought this might happen, snagging an extra bagel for his friend. This sluggish behavior continues throughout the day, Xehanort doing what he can to alleviate his friend’s troubles, knowing that all his efforts are essentially useless. Without knowing the problem, Xe can’t do anything meaningful but Eraqus is digging his heels in on this one—deflecting every question with a jester’s trick. That’s the worst part. They’re best friends, probably more if Xehanort had his wish, and yet there’s a distance between them Xe doesn’t know how to overcome.
Master Odin has granted the class time to study and catch up on late work, so the students chatter amongst themselves as they scribble homework or read—except Eraqus. Tardy Fleetfoot just stares at his book, not actually reading but not at the point of napping either. He looks like the living dead.
Xehanort hasn’t the slightest clue how to help though. The last time he got Era to nap backfired somewhat so that was the backup plan’s backup. Instead, the young man stews, trying to think of something.
There it is again. In the silence it haunts him, ringing in his ears, over and over, stabbing at his brain until he just can’t hold it in anymore.
“Who’s _____?”
Eraqus’s face blanks. Pupils blown wide open, he stares as if lost to the world, but a quiet word leaves his mouth.
“What?”
Xehanort hesitates but repeats the name. His friend flinches. Xe can see the blood draining from his face and prepares himself to launch over the table should Eraqus faint.
Somehow, Eraqus keeps his voice steady and somewhat light. “Where did you hear that?”
Silver brows knit together. “You yelled it.”
“I what?”
“Do you not remember that?”
“No…?”
“Huh.” Based on his reaction, Xehanort is sure he knows something. “Well, who are they?”
He’s not sure if that expression is Eraqus looking for an answer or an excuse. Finally, Eraqus shakes head. “I have no idea. You sure it wasn’t something else I said?”
No, Xehanort is certain of what he heard. “I guess it could’ve been.”
The two get back to studies—or rather, their own thoughts. Hours pass; things press on as normal as they can be but it’s not normal. Even their friends can tell; Xehanort can see the concern on their faces as they glance at him.
With the cacophony of that noise in his brain and his worries for his friend, Xehanort is on the brink of snapping. He’s not sure if he’d cry or scream or what, but he knows he can’t do that in front of everyone, let alone Eraqus. He’d just make things worse.
“Are you okay?” Vor breaks his thoughts as the group ambles towards the dorms. “You don’t look so good?”
Xe’s very aware of the stone-colored eyes on him. “Actually, I’m feeling a little sick. I think I’m gonna call it early tonight.”
“Do you want me to get you some water or something?” Vor’s such a sweetheart.
“No, that’s okay. Thanks though.”
Xehanort splits from the group at the dormitory, heading for his room. The moment the lock clicks behind him, exhaustion descends. Despite the day being lax in terms of physical effort, his heart has been put through a lot of mental and emotional stress. This is how interacting with Eraqus is lately and it shouldn’t be.
Then there’s the unanswered questions. Eraqus knows that name, even if he won’t admit it. Somehow, Xehanort does too. The yelling in his brain has devolved to incessant whispering in his heart. He knows it, he knows he does, but all he has to show for it is a nagging feeling.
Rummaging through his dresser, he finds the small black bag. It jingles as he dumps its contents into his open palm. Hanging from a silver chain is a ring. He’s had the ring for as long as he can remember but knows nothing about it—where it came from, what it means, why he has it, nothing. The only thing he really understands is that he can never let it go; that’s what his heart tells him.
It’s been a while since he last wore the chain, so he slips it over his head. He can’t say why but the silver piece brings him comfort, warding off the frustration and worry for another day.
With a veil of protection over his heart and mind, Xehanort manages to fall asleep.
I don’t have much to say, but this was a fun one to write.
~~~~~
“Eraqus. Eraqus!”
The boy in white jolts awake, sitting up straight in his assigned seat. The blurry woman at the front of the room begins to clear. Her arms are folded, those sharp eyes bore into him, and the blood drains from his face.
“Mom?”
Normally, laughter from his friends would fill the room, but even they know that Eraqus is royally screwed.
“Wh-What are you doing here?” he asks. Even Master Odin behind her is not willing to intervene.
“I was asked to come speak to your class about a keyblade master’s responsibilities and what’s expected of them,” she answers curtly. “And here I find you disrespecting your teacher by sleeping through his class. Do you even want to be a keyblade master?” His jaw tightens. “I know I raised you better than that.”
Normally, Eraqus endured his mother’s scolding; most often, he deserved it. He knew he wasn’t the best son in her eyes, slacking off and goofing around all the time. It never deterred him from his nature, but when he was caught, he would bear the consequences.
However, right now, Eraqus is suffering. Intrusive thoughts plague his every waking hour, eating into his sleep. The exhaustion created a far more muted Eraqus, one struggling to keep up his happy-go-lucky persona. When the boy could fall asleep, the nightmares frequently ruined that. Even his naps—taken more often thanks to it all—were interrupted by terrors. This time, the terror just happened to be his mom.
“Funny, because I knowyou weren’t raised like this,” the boy grumbles against his palm.
“What was that?”
Hand down, he stands up. Defeated, he bows to his mother. “I said I apologize, Master Arlo. Please forgive me.”
The woman narrows her eyes at him, clearly unconvinced. “Very well. We will discuss this later.”
Eraqus retakes his seat and the class suffers Master Arlo’s speech on the duties of keyblade warriors. Nails dig into his palms, encouraging him to stay awake. Thankfully, he’s got Bragi and Baldr at his sides to pinch him when starts slipping. It’s an absolute miracle of Kingdom Hearts that he manages to survive.
The miracle continues after class. Master Odin dismissed them, and even left himself, but Eraq̸͖̾u̷̻̅s̴͎͒ remained behind, knowing that his mother would be tearing into him. That, he endured as well, sitting on the precipice of a blow up that could destroy her. But he kept it contained, draining his spirit even more.
As the young man goes through the day, thoughts drift to his first encounter with a keyblade wielder. So many things have happened to him since that day. In the beginning he made progress, spurred by his new revelation. It’s painfully clear now though that the “right choices” he made couldn’t have been more wrong. Unfortunately, it was a slippery slope and every attempt to rectify his mistakes only made him even more of a monster. As of late, the same question echoes in his head.
What would you think of me now?
“Eraqus.”
Eyes snap open. “Huh?” Xehanort stares back at him, brows knitted together. They’re in the classroom, playing Alba & Ater again. “Oh, sorry. What did you say?”
“Are you okay?” Xehanort asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Is it my turn?”
His eyes scan the board, not recalling the events that lead to this. A hand reaches into view, plucking two pieces off the board.
“Hey,” Era complains.
“You weren’t gonna win anyway,” Xehanort says. A few more pieces leave the board.
“You don’t know that. I was just about to take your Graceful Assassin piece with my Mouse King.”
“You lost that piece four turns ago.” The boy in black shows off said trophy before it too goes in the box.
Eraqus surveys the remnants again. “I did?”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
He didn’t win and he’s not winning the argument, so the loser concedes and helps pick up. “Yeah. I’m just tired; you know, like usual.” There’s his practiced smile.
Unimpressed, Xehanort stands with the box in hand. “You know I don’t believe a word of that.”
“Shame. It’s all true.” A yawn tries its best to interrupt the sentence.
“Yeah right. Lie down.”
“Huh?” Heavy eyes watch Xehanort put the box away.
“Lie down, you dingus. Or do I have to knock you out for you to get some sleep?” Xe says.
“Dude, it’s almost time for dinner; there’s no time for a nap.” Tears pique in his eyes from another yawn.
The boy in black shrugs. “Knock out it is.”
Xehanort grabs the front of Era’s shirt and pulls an arm back. Immediately, Era tries to hide his face.
“Okay! Okay! I’ll lie down!”
The aggressor releases his victim and folds his arm to await compliance. Grumbling, Eraqus curls up towards the window, trying to settle in for his mandated nap. His eyes stare out at Scala, but it doesn’t take long for those intrusive thoughts to begin creeping up on him—their dark tendrils ensnaring his attention to drag him back into depression.
Then, without warning, a hand wards off all the darkness threatening to take him. Fingers glide through his wavy hair, pulling it free from the tie. The soothing motion of Xehanort carding through his hair grounds Eraqus in the present, allowing him to focus on the peace granted him. All the muscles relax and his eyelids begin to droop.
He’ll never be to express his gratitude. He needed this, even if just for a few hours.
~~~~~
Awareness returns, bringing the sleepy boy back from the best rest he’s had in a long time. Reluctantly, he opens his eyes, seeing the darkened ceiling of his classroom. His gaze travels a bit to find the friend that had been there when he fell asleep.
“Xehanort?”
Aglow in the moonlight, silver eyes turn on him. “Hm?” That smile squeezes at Era’s guts. “How’d you sleep?”
Eraqus sits up, dragging a hand down his face. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“You looked like you needed it.”
He knows he shouldn’t, but Eraqus feels a bit of shock at the sincerity. “Why didn’t you just leave me then?”
Xe smirks. “Well first off, you’re gonna need all the help you can get sneaking out of here. Second, you kept getting all fidgety if I stopped touching you.”
The room is suddenly a bit too warm for Eraqus. “Uuuuh…”
“C’mon. We should head back to the dorms.”
“Won’t the dorms be locked by now?”
“They should be, but I told Baldr to leave his window open.”
That’s not really enough for Eraqus to go on, but he follows Xe’s lead sneaking out of the class. They wind their way through the halls, skirting around the occasional guard or two.
Xe holds up a hand, peering around the corner. There’s a guard exiting the hall down the left so the boys scurry off to the right. Just as Eraqus looks back to see the guard turn the corner, a hand snags around his waist and jerks him into a darkened recess in the wall. When he regains his bearings, Eraqus flushes. He’s chest to chest with Xehanort, his face ilms away. Immediately, he tries to pull away, but Xehanort pulls him in tighter and a hand clamps over his mouth.
Holding perfectly still in the shadows, the boys await the new guard’s passing. Only then does Xe’s hand lower and they watch the sentry turn the corner.
“That was close,” breathes Xehanort.
The darkness becomes a bit warmer when the two turn on each other. Breath collides, the rhythm of rising chests falling in sync. Era’s thoughts begin running away from him.
Knowing full well he shouldn’t be tempting himself, Eraqus mutters, “We…should go before the next guard comes around.”
Xehanort releases his best friend. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
Eraqus and Xehanort manage to get out of the citadel and behind the dorm building. As he goes, Xehanort’s eyes are up on the wall.
“There’s Baldr’s window.” There’s an open window high above.
“That’s four stories up! How are we supposed to reach that?!” His gaze follows the pointing finger. “That tree only reaches the second story!”
“Look, I didn’t think that far ahead, okay?! Just get in the tree and we’ll deal with it when we get there!”
Xehanort’s big plan by the time they reach the second story via the tree turns out to be ice magic. Small ice spells are flung strategically against the wall to create steps reaching Baldr’s window.
“You realize if we slip, we splat, right?” Era asks.
“Do you got a better idea?” The response is a shrug. “I didn’t think so. Now you stay here until I get up there and then I’ll help you up.”
And off he goes. Eraqus waits with baited breath, prepared to do something if Xehanort slips—he doesn’t know what, but he’ll do something. There’s a moment where the climber does slip a little, but he holds on and manages to pull himself inside. Not too much later, a blanket tumbles out the window. His best friend and classmate both peer out the window.
“You’re gonna have to do some climbing, but you can hold onto this when you get there,” Xehanort says.
“Oh great,” Eraqus murmurs. Without his own plan, he starts hiking, using an iron grip on the blanket when he makes it that far.
“When you asked me to leave my window open, I didn’t realize you would be using it as a door,” grumbles a newly-woken Baldr, helping Xehanort hoist Eraqus into the room.
“What else did you think we were doing?” Xe asks.
He sighs. “I don’t know. But what the heck is all this?” Baldr waves to ice along the wall.
“We had to improvise.”
Baldr stares between the two and then slaps a hand across his face. “You two realize we have keyblade gliders, right?”
Silence.
“Morons.”
The mischief makers leave poor Baldr to his sleep, off to find their own rooms. Era glances to Xehanort. He looks tired, though it is late. Still, it’s thanks to him Eraqus finally managed to get some rest and then they got to have a crazy adventure. This entire ordeal is silly and Eraqus actually had some fun.
Upon reaching his door, Eraiqus pauses.
“Xe.”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
That smile squeezes his heart. “Good night, you goof.”
LOOK AT THIS! I AM SO INDESCRIBABLY HONORED THAT THE FANTASTIC @remberedink MADE ART BASED ON SOMETHING I WROTE! AND YOU KNOW I HAD TO GET ME A COPY! ITS PERFECT AND I WILL LOVE IT FOREVER!
I’m pretty proud of the piece, and I’m still so glad you like it so much!
