001 // icing on the cake

[burnamotherdown.livejournal.com]

[They say that home is where the heart is, right? Appropriate then that one searching for a heart would end up dreaming of the place he had felt most at home.

You'll find yourself on the steps of a clocktower, mere metres away from the perfect place to sit and enjoy the view. The sunset's as beautiful as it always is in this place, the weather perfect and the atmosphere one of comfortable familiarity.

However, your seat is already occupied- a young man in a black coat sits at the edge of the tower, feet dangling. There's an ice cream bar in one of his hands and the other is splayed out against the bricks, holding him up as he leans back slightly, taking it all in.

You gonna join him? He is waiting for someone- after all, this is where they always meet after missions. Why should today be any different?]

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1/2 well here, have some mindshatter

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[Roxas is silent, shifting against warm concrete, listening to the sounds of the city life, his own breathing. He takes a bite out of his ice cream, settling the icy treat on his tongue, letting it melt its way down his throat as he thinks.]

[One, last way out of the truth.]

[One, last chance to lie.]