Back to my usual morning posting! Hope you're all doing good. Lord was a rather obvious theme for me so I jumped to the obvious character. Enjoy!
Castle Oblivion. What a nice, charming place. Marluxia loved it, from the bottom of the heart he lacked. There was no inopportune visitor, no unexpected guest. A few annoying castlemates, but he could live with that. He was rather good at avoiding them. The only one he didn't mind spending time with was Larxene, and that was because she would spend most of her time reading, enjoying the quiet.
She had started calling him the Lord of the Castle as a joke, but he was rather enjoying this title. Did Xemnas know of the powers this place held, when he made Marluxia its ruler? Or was it pure coincidence, just happening because he was the most mature of them all? Perhaps Xemnas had just wanted Marluxia gone more than anyone else. Regardless, Marluxia was rather content with the situation. It allowed him to craft his little rebellion in peace, far from the noise of the main Castle.
There was something really odd about Castle Oblivion. This was a place to forget, literally. A place that would change its appearance using your memories, but also a place that could eat up all that you remembered, were you not careful enough. How ironic that the one appointed as its Leader would be the one with so many ghosts he'd rather forget, and so many he wasn't ready to let go of. He had written her name on his arm, checking it every morning, afraid he would forget. He had written their names on his other arm, reading them before going to sleep, praying he would forget. He had given up on praying they were safe a long time ago, and started hoping they had met a painless ending. Something more peaceful than his current existence.
This wasn't the only thing about Castle Oblivion, though. There was something else, more intimate, more personal. As if the Castle, its core, was calling for him. Begging him to stay. Comforting him, making him feel less alone, as if everything would be fine now. When in the Castle, he dreamt of peaceful days with his former friends, his found family. He suspected Larxene did, too. That was why she was spending so much time here, when she didn't have official orders to do so.
Castle Oblivion felt like home. A home they had forgotten existed a long time ago.
And somewhere within it, at its core, a sleeping boy was smiling. They were not alone, and everything would be fine now. He would dream of it.
For everything to win... there is "Something to lose". Such is the title of the next prompt! See you tomorrow :D