onepassingnight | Flip the Chessboard

The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes.

[But perhaps in this case, it was different. Prosaic and memorable as those words may be, they don't hold true to this moment.]

The closer you get to the light, the slimmer the chance you'll survive.

Isn't that right, Roxas?

[A pause, and the boy laughs, cold and chilling, staring about the dream world once shared by two close individuals with extreme interest. Roxas screams in his mind, but it's oh so easy to simply block him out- he'd learned to do that years ago.]

[There was so much here, so much to ruin, so much to-- break.]

[So many people.]

[So little time.]

[Lips curl upwards into a cruel smile, and the illusion of Roxas simply lasts but a moment. Then it's gone, and a shadow stands in his wake. Solid, alive... and with a stark, chilling resemblance to Sora that Roxas has never held.]

Let's go have some fun.

[OOC: all replies will be made with the journal

endinsentiment. The flip of the chessboard occurs in the opposite other being in play-- and Roxas falling under possession instead of Sora. Please be advised violence and character injury is liable to occur-- please let me know if character death is okay.]

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[No letting go now Sora.]

[Not now, or ever. Not even when you want to. Roxas' grasp is light, gentle, but it could easily turn into a vice grip backed by muscles Roxas seemingly doesn't have. For now though, Roxas remains as Roxas, looking thoughtfully away, gently leading Sora into a walk down the street, towards the place with their dreams merged together.]

I wanted to ask you if we could...try something. This place is just a dream, right?

[Deep breath. Timing. Practice. Picture perfect.]

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