notmeanttoexiist:

              Restless birds — yes, that’s quite right.  Everything about Namine brings to mind flitting and fluttering birds, and she finds herself, momentarily, irrationally angry that Namine cannot be free as one.

                         ”S-Sorry.”

                  It’s a mindless thing; a meaningless filler as she grapples for what to say.  She’s not sorry for the lie.  A bit, perhaps, for it being such a poor one.

                                   ”Yeah.  I c-can —…”  She forces herself to stand, shakily but successfully.  ”See?  F-fine.”

         _{Not an empty apology, but certainly a misplaced one. The blonde knew that her friend was not sorry for lying and she would have to accept that quickly, because she could not linger on the thought. Certainly not when the raven haired girl struggled to stand yet her hands still lingered, hovered inches away from the body that was as slight as her own, albeit not as bony and thin.}

                  _{Eyebrows furrowed and teeth sunk into her bottom lip for a moment before she sighed, still not letting her hands fall from where they drifted. For a moment she wondered if this was how Xion felt when she herself was hurt and denied it—distressed, scared, worried, even a little lightheaded.}

         _{A useless thought, of course, and she let a slight frown pull at the corners of her mouth as the pads of her fingers touched down upon the girl’s shoulder lightly. ”We need to get you fixed up,” was what she said, eyes intent and imploring.}

                           _{Not for permission, though.}

                                    _{While her voice was soft there was still an undercurrent.}

                                             _{One that brokered no arguments, and was absolute.}