fantasias-embrace:

                     “…As is should.”

             —- A cold response. 

From a frozen individual.

Walking down from the stone lift, the torn bits of fabric ominously fluttered and drooped the moment he touched the stone with his feet. Another step forward, only to stop at the flower bellow his foot, still an inch away from crushing the daisy. 

     …He simply side-stepped and walked past Namine…, but not before placing a hand on her shoulder.

     “Ｗｅⅼⅽｏⅿｅ Ьаⅽｋ, ａｆｔеｒ ａｌｌ, іｔ ｉѕ ｙοｕｒｓ.”

         _{A side step. A hand on her shoulder. A shiver crawling down her spine and curling at the base, making her tense, muscles locking, bones rigid and still for all but a moment. A reaction that was immediate, the desire not to be touched flaring in her head, yet she did nothing for those few moments.}

                                    _{And then she turned—}

                                                      _{—Oh she would never be able to tear her eyes away.}

                                         _{Would she?}

                  _{”All mine?”}

                           _{Voice deceptive, level when she felt unsteady, yet too high. Unnatural.}

                                             _{”What does that mean?”}

                                                               _{Always he would confuse her, that she was sure of.}