He was gone - g o n e - and I’ll never see him again. Never get to see him among his books, never will feel him by my side, never will I ever hear him talk for hours about the characters he loved or the plotlines he hated in those books of his. A part of me died with him, that part of me that he brought forward, the very thing he had always seen me as.
And it was all my fault. My fault Xigbar started stirring up trouble. My fault I didn’t see him coming in. My fault I didn’t stop him from stepping before me as Xigbar fired at me. He was protecting me and I didn’t stop him. Xigbar was dead, so is his entire gang - but what did it matter? It was my fault. Xigbar wasn’t the one who killed Xemnas that night - I did. And I’ve done nothing. Nothing at all.
I wish I could say I was able to get over his death and move on with life on the underground. But I was wrong.
And here while I write this down, gun pointed to the roof of my mouth, I realize just how much of a broken man I was. I realize how much of a broken man I h a d b e e n - and how he came into my life and picked up those pieces, and placed them back together again. I can’t go back, I can’t move forward. There is only one way out I could see.
Pull the trigger, fire the shot.
[I’m sure not many people are going to get feels from this because hey obscure otp what up
Also it’s a good practice for depicting blood and attempting to make comics, which of course didn’t really come out as I had intended - but welp.
Based on an AU XalXem RP me and xaldinini had going since last year ‘v’]
“Yeah, I don’t like ya. Y'see? Ya filthy fat cats think ya own the place, think ya can come here and do whatcha please - well, guess what? I worked my ass off jus’ payin’ for the down payment for this goddamned cafe, so don’t ya even think ya can just come in here and tell me y'wanna take over this place for some shitty gentleman’s club -
Hey - get'cher fuckin’ paws offa me, ya bastard!”
I really should stop with the AUs ahskfsdflsfjshfjs
also it’s kinda fun to imagine Xemnas speaking in less formal language uvu
“Aww, hell no, I am not kissing a frog - and a MALE frog at that! That is just…wrong!”
“Would you prefer I live in your pocket and haunt you until old age, or are we doing this?”
“I thought it was always the princess that does these sort of things, not…ordinary guys like me!”
“Too late for misogynistic sentiments, my good fellow; now pucker up and this will all be over before you can shout ‘big palooka’ -”
The Frog Prince with a twist! 8D aka just another AU where I can just casually fit my OTP in what up
Basically it’s a retelling of the Frog Prince or something - in which Xemnas is some young aspiring writer with too much coffee and electroswing on the brain, whereas Xaldin is a soon-to-be king who was, well, cursed into a frog. u__u In order to break his spell, he needs to find someone who will love him as he is, but the catch is: it has to be someone of the same gender.
outofnothing; been a while since I actually wrote anything proper! But this one is spurned on from a conversation between me and xaldinini, so I had to capture it before I lost it! In this AU, Xaldin is a photographer who had returned to his university to pursue a Master’s in art, while his room mate, Xemnas, is a freshman currently pursuing a degree in literature.
The first thing that came to mind, as Xaldin continued to click on the shutter button, was why he was wearing nothing but stockings when the photoshoot was supposed to be a study of ‘how light works against the skin’.