"Haven't I already told you that I want you to endure?" Zexion smiled, as if wryly amused by the question. Could Ienzo not bring himself to believe that the side of him still swathed in shadow and tucked into subconscious held no self-sabotaging ulterior motives?
"My time has passed." His shoulders sink in resignation, shaking his head. "...and good riddance! If I only could have returned to you sooner. I have robbed you of so many years, and it is my fiercest regret, if a Nobody can truly know such a feeling, that I cannot give them back to you."
The bracing strength of ten years of existing on sheer will to not fade out and become nothing, though, that he could loan forward as a gift.
Zexion's gloved hands rise again to Ienzo's shoulders, where they rest with a slight squeeze, leaning in with an intimate murmur.
"Cherish your wholeness, Ienzo. Explore the unfathomable richness of your heart's senses, and indulge in them to make up for all I have denied you. Be more</> and live well, as I never could, where I fell short of being enough."
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Date: 2015-09-18 03:38 am (UTC)"My time has passed." His shoulders sink in resignation, shaking his head. "...and good riddance! If I only could have returned to you sooner. I have robbed you of so many years, and it is my fiercest regret, if a Nobody can truly know such a feeling, that I cannot give them back to you."
The bracing strength of ten years of existing on sheer will to not fade out and become nothing, though, that he could loan forward as a gift.
Zexion's gloved hands rise again to Ienzo's shoulders, where they rest with a slight squeeze, leaning in with an intimate murmur.
"Cherish your wholeness, Ienzo. Explore the unfathomable richness of your heart's senses, and indulge in them to make up for all I have denied you. Be more</> and live well, as I never could, where I fell short of being enough."