notmeanttoexiist:

          They are the bottom of the foodchain, so to speak; they are both other, different, somehow wrong.  Even among the oddest of freaks, the most grotesque crimes against all that is natural and right.  These two, the puppet and the witch, are stranger yet.  

             It is perhaps, for this reason, that they cling so to each others.  Xion, at least, has Axel and Roxas as well as Namine.  Though Namine, too, has Roxas.  But the bond between the petite almost-twins is, perhaps, the strongest.

     When the blonde lifts her arm, Xion pulls off her gloves {her nails are chewed painfully short} and gently takes the appendages in her thin fingers, examining it with a degree of protective anger and a larger degree of sadness.  

                     ”You should come with me to the clocktower sometime…” she murmurs as she examines her wounds.   “We can eat sea salt ice cream together.  We don’t have to invite Axel and Roxas, if you don’t want to.”  

       Xion knows how Namine feels about Axel, and though Xion cares about him greatly, she knows that Namine’s worries aren’t entirely unreasonable.  So she won’t try to press the two into a friendship, as much as she’d love if they could.  

            The puppet sighs.  She knows it hurts, so there’s no use in lying.  Though of course, Namine will try, anyway.  Xion returns the weak smile and doesn’t argue with her, thought she does rise from the bed and tug her gently to stand, too.

          “I’ve got some first aid things in my room.  C’mon.”  

         _{Going to the clock tower was such a pleasant idea. Sitting on the ledge and gazing out over Twilight Town with ice cream in hand and breathing in the fresh air and looking at the way that the sun turned the sky orange and yellow. It was easy enough to pull the mental image up to the forefront of her mind, to entertain it and dance around it and believe, just for a moment, that one day she would be able to do it. But in the end the illusion would be over and the thought would be gone.}

         _{In the end she was of no use to the Organization outside of her memory manipulation abilities. Marluxia had been entrusted to keep an eye on her and make sure that she would not step out of line, in spite of nearly everyone knowing that he tried to plot to overthrow the Organization. Perhaps it was a punishment of some sort for the man, to have to look after her—but that meant that it was unlikely she would be leaving any time soon.}

                  _{”One day…” is what she uttered in spite of knowing that it was unlikely to happen, because she wanted to believe that it could. Somewhere deep inside she wanted to believe in the possibility, wanted to believe that one day she would be able to traverse between the worlds with Xion and sit and try sea salt ice cream and experience things for herself. To see the worlds that existed outside of white walls.}

                                             _{”Roxas and Axel could come if they wanted…”}

         _{As the Nobody of Sora, Roxas was someone who the blonde could understand and sympathize with in most mannerisms, and they got along well enough. When it came to Axel she tolerated his presence… but oftentimes being near him also reminded her of Castle Oblivion, of his cool yet burning gaze that bore into her as Larxene and Marluxia talked down to her, commanded her to do things. But she knew how much Xion cared for him.}

         _{When Xion stood the blonde allowed herself to be tugged up and forwards so that she was standing also and she nodded agreeably to the idea of migrating rooms. It was not like there were medical supplies in her own room, and for just a moment she paused to slip on the sandals that she had once worn, before they were replaced with boots. Underneath her long jacket she often wore her white dress anyways, but it was jarring to look down and notice that the skirt was notably shorter on her than it had once been.}

                           _{Still she cradled her injured arm close to her,
                           and hoped that they would not run into anyone else.}

                                                                        _{”—Let’s go.”}