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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 2:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 6:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 7:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 7:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 7:44 pm
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(Sora and Roxas are separate, aren't they? I can take a Heartless form, and my memories are blank, qualifying me for Nobody status, yet I'm not a Nobody. Perhaps my Nobody has a Heartless form somehow, and my Heartless is split between us. Before the real me met you, my Nobody turned into it's Heartless form and stole your heart. Sound logical?)
He returned the hug whole-heartedly. "2 months... with you, every momentis a glorious eternity, so the task seems less arduous. We shll do it, you and I, and mayhap we'll finish early! In time for lunch, even!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 7:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 7:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 8:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 8:09 pm
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"How do I do what? Love? Well, I'll try to describe it..." He looked into her eyes. "It starts with a look. The smallest glimpse of the other's eye, to entice and stir interest, however fleeting... Then that glimpse reappears in your thoughts, constantly, urging you to do something but not saying what. You feel like you need to be closer to the other, to try and make sense of things, but things seem to become more complicated the closer you get. Stiil, you know the answers lie ahead, and force though the confusion..." He paused, then continued, more strongly. "Then there is the touch, just a slight contact of fingertips will do. That touch will feel cold, in contrast to your heart-fires. You will long for that feeling, that cold... And for more of it, more than tips of fingers or the occasional bump. And then..." He trailed off, not knowing the words.
(Look in I LOVE YOU. There is a serious matter we need to discuss.)
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 8:16 pm
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