Xion was... confused, to say the least. She didn't know where she was, or why. The floor looked like the grey of her old room in the Castle That Never Was. The walls around only went to shoulder height and they were the walls of the school on the Isle - damaged, dirty, and covered in graffiti. But above that?
She rushed to the closest wall, to climb over it. But as she got closer she got smaller. And smaller. And smaller.
In the end she was no taller than a toddler. Those on the Isle only had a chance to recognize her by her outfit. It was the same in the dreaming. But her hood was pulled back, and instead of a head she had a round mirror with a crack running through it. Her neck and the little bit of skin that showed above her zipper showed her usual flesh tone, but riddled through with cracks. She held her Keyblade in one hand and an ice cream in her other hand.
The worst of it, perhaps, was that she was partially translucent.
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Xion | Kingdom Hearts | OTA | CW: angst, trauma, possible suicidal elements
Date: 3 Sep 2023 11:25 (UTC)Sunset.
She rushed to the closest wall, to climb over it. But as she got closer she got smaller. And smaller. And smaller.
In the end she was no taller than a toddler. Those on the Isle only had a chance to recognize her by her outfit. It was the same in the dreaming. But her hood was pulled back, and instead of a head she had a round mirror with a crack running through it. Her neck and the little bit of skin that showed above her zipper showed her usual flesh tone, but riddled through with cracks. She held her Keyblade in one hand and an ice cream in her other hand.
The worst of it, perhaps, was that she was partially translucent.