ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇxɪsᴛ;; {naminé&vanitas}

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“Now that was a little too cruel, don’t you think?” Blatantly ignoring her final question, Vanitas turned and shrugged lightly. 

Running his hand along the white, pure walls — he left traces of dark residue that started to fester and quiver. Onyx, was it’s color. Small flames burned into the calls and formed cracks, permeating deep into the walls. 

                            “Cover that up with a drawing or something.

Better yet, think of it was…..what was it? Contrast?” 

His sight moved the the scribbles, the sketches, and — oh, water colors too. 

He recognized all of these pictures. Axel, Roxas, Riku, Kairi, so many faces started to cycle through his mind. 

                            “These drawings…..really should just burn.”

"No. They’re not bad actually. It’s a really pain, but like the kind you get from pulling a sword out from your foot.”

         _{Still she stared wide eyed as he turned away from her and seemed to stroll away and she bit her bottom lip, unsure how to comprehend his seemingly passive mention of cruelty. The shock from his sudden appearance seemed to melt into disbelief when, with a simple touch, residue left behind on the walls burned black, sunk deep inside and stained.}

                           _{Never had the walls been anything but pristine and white.}

                                             _{Suddenly they were not and—}

                                                               _{Naminé was unsure how to feel.}

         _{Carefully, with a large heaping of hesitance, she stood up from the chair that she had been sitting in. The legs scraped against the floor gently and her hands smoothed the skirt of her white dress, and her eyes continued to be latched to the boy in her room. Though could he really be a boy? She could not tell if he was human, or if he was something else.}

         _{Walking unsteadily, just a few steps, her fingers trailed against the smooth wood of the table she often sat at and her feet stopped as she reached the corner, fingers unwilling to leave the stable surface. Everything else… felt fuzzy and faint, somehow. And for a moment, she wondered if he knew the people in the pictures that lined the walls.}

                  _{”What do you mean, pain?”}

                                    _{Oh, how she hated that her voice sounded so meek in the face of potential danger. Then again, even if she were not afraid, what kind of threat could she pose to anyone?}