Thirteenth

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[Lost, as the castle has condemned him to be, Sora slipped from an unknown room to wander the halls. He wears his Paradisa High sweat jacket over a matching tee, which dangle off his frame like a tent. As he wanders he hugs the journal to his chest and rubs his eyes dazedly with his free hand. His voice is groggy and weak- after all, he had been ill before this growing-up business had reared its ugly head.]

...Is everything over now?

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[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[Sora matches his unthreatening, yet unsure smile and eases out from behind the curtain toward him. Still, he holds his arms to his chest in a protective manner, as if the fluttering sound in his ribs could be easily crushed silent with a glance.]

[blackagar]

[The boy seems too fragile. Far too fragile for a place like this. Black Bolt eases into a crouch to lessen the height difference between them, still smiling welcomingly.]

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[The equal height does ease his anxiety, and he inches a bit closer.]

Hello.