thirteen (text) ♞ ❝two turtledoves and a partridge in a pear tree.❞

[limitstorm]

I'm starting to think I'm the only one coming up with resolutions for the New Year, around here...

If you hear anyone singing off-tune in the next few days, I'm sorry. From the looks of it, my best friend started giving out caroling lessons, even if he knows he's tone-deaf.

Just throw a snowball at his head, he'll knock it off.

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[promises_to_keep]

[At this rate Lea's gonna start questioning whether or not you're a smart guy too. Scooting back a little, Lea holds one arm out, taking a deep breath. There's a moment's hesitation, then a singing sound like smooth metal against ice, and the curved flame blade of his new weapon comes to his hand. He lowers it, resting it across his lap, and gives Riku a stern look.]

Yes, you have. [He runs his other hand over the vermilion spikes of the head of the blade, then meets Riku's eye.] You know what my problem was? All this time, I kept expecting it to not show up. I thought Master Yen Sid had surely made a mistake, telling me I had any potential at all.

And then I realized I was a hypocrite: I'd spent a good amount of that time telling you you already deserved your title when I couldn't take my own damn advice.

[He dismisses the blade then, resuming his usual posture.]

All that stuff you never seem to see in yourself? I see it. And I realized you'd done the same for me. [He shrugs one shoulder.] Maybe I'll never see what you see in me, but... I can believe in you enough to believe maybe it's there.