Memories can warm you up from the inside, but they also tear you a p a r t.
★ Serious semi-private Naminé roleplay blog.
There was the slightest breeze and she exhaled quietly. Softly. Just a breath in the wind and she took a step forwards before backtracking as someone brushed right past her and she inhaled and exhaled again. No harm done, and she didn’t mind.
A flash of dark fabric caught her eye though and she gazed after it before starting into motion and trailing after the scrap drifting in the breeze. Thin fingers plucked it out of the air and she turned towards the retreating back of the stranger, before taking off after them.
”Excuse me, sir— I think you may have dropped this.”
Send me one of the following (bruised and battered version):
Given how unskilled and how little time she had ever spent in a kitchen and around such things it really wasn’t much of a surprise in the end. After all it wasn’t like she had the steadiest hand in that moment—when she was holding a pencil or a brush, surely her hand did not tremble, but that was not the case with kitchenware. Especially not knives apparently, as much as she wished that she had not discovered such an unpleasant sort of thing.
Jerking her hand back quickly so as to avoid dripping any blood on the fruit that she had been trying to cut accurately she let out a small hiss and clutched onto the finger whose skin had been sliced. As she stared at the parted skin she felt her stomach twist slightly at the sight of the blood welling up and then dripping over the incision and running down her finger. The cut itself probably wasn’t very deep but it definitely stung and she tried to put pressure just beneath it, glancing towards the sink and drifting towards it, knowing that she needed to clean the wound out.
For just a moment she forgot of the other woman’s presence and jumped slightly when the brunette suddenly appeared by her side though she had been on the other side of the kitchen—not that it was a very large kitchen to begin with, but all the same. Aerith grabbed at her hand gently and turned is so that her green eyes could examine the cut thoroughly, and for a moment the blonde feared that she would use her magic to heal it. Not because she was afraid of the potential outcome, but rather because she did not want the woman to waste energy on such a trivial thing.
Luckily it seemed that no magic would be used and the woman helped her place her finger underneath the faucet and get the water running. Cold water rushed over it and the Nobody couldn’t help but wince at the stinging sensation that it caused, but she dutifully kept her finger underneath the constant flow of the water, only looking away when her companion wiped her hands and mentioned that there were bandages lying around. ”You don’t have to—“ the sentence was barely begun before she shut her mouth because, in the end, it would be easier to avoid it. And anyways, there was a chance that the cut could get infected, which was an outcome that she would prefer to avoid at all costs in the end.
When the woman reappeared next to her side Naminé shut off the water and grabbed a stray clean napkin to dab off the water, wincing slightly when she pressed just too hard against the cut, which still radiated a mild pain. Blood was still welling up in small pearls and she looked at Aerith as her hand was grasped gently and a cotton ball soaked in alcohol was pressed against the cut. The burning sensation increased exponentially but the blonde still tried to keep still, teeth gritting in response to the discomfort, and she was relieved when the pressure was taken off and the blood soaked cotton ball was tossed into the trash.
Promptly a bandage was put over her finger and the adhesive clung to her skin effectively and she looked at it silently for a few moments before lifting her gaze to Aerith and smiling thankfully. Truly she was a disaster in the kitchen—it was a wonder that the brunette still insisted she helped, but then again it wasn’t like she was very good at cooking either, though Naminé would never tell her that up front—but she was glad for the attention given to her cut, even though it was such a minor sort of thing that was easily ignored.
| » | - - This isn’t the first time it’s happened. He thought the first to be an easy fix, hadn’t exactly thought himself lucky to have landed on the ground so smoothly back then. Now that the recollection of said previous memory comes to mind, recurring thoughts would translate to the more obviously consequent realization that he probably was.
Is it because I hadn’t been using my keyblade all this time?
Could be.
Hasn’t been long since he awoke. Broke free from the chains of his possession and now all he wants is to look for them. He hasn’t counted the days. Weeks. Months? Or has it been years? Hasn’t spoken to anyone else since then. All he knows is that he has to look for them.
Ven, Aqua… I know you’re out there somewhere.
Maybe he’s just gotta be thankful the portal had actually opened into this world, and so he could enter just before the glider began to malfunction. Staggering forwards in mid-air till the force that seemed to power it had dissipated. ‘Course with Terra jumping out of the glider in mid-air he moves to deactivate it—glider shifting into his weapon, keyblade materializing upon hand till it fades into a bright light. Bracing himself now he’s got little else to do but face the inevitable fall towards the ground. Probably painful, had he been wearing anything else. Not exactly difficult to realize whoever was standing around would inevitably find him as he is now; can’t have expected himself to land quietly when the clanking of his armour colliding with the ground reaches his ears. Terra’s only thankful he’s still wearing it, unharmed as he was though he can’t help but wince underneath his mask all the same. If only because of the possible commotion it might draw from those around him, if there were. Instantly removing his mask now to scan said area, head turning up immediately to the sound of her voice. Oh, but he does get up before eliciting a response.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Not that he knows how long she’s been standing there, but that didn’t matter. Probably means she didn’t see, though. “Could’ve been worse, I think." Releasing a short breath of air, a hand touching his arm till the whole of his armour disappears, revealing the normalcy of his clothing. Now to take care of the more important matters…
"Hey, tell me something. Have you seen anyone with blue hair around here? She has short hair, her name’s Aqua. Also a boy named Ven, with orange spiky hair and he’s about this tall,” making a gesture to show just how tall his friend is, a height just a little below his chest level.
“I… really need to know where they are. I have to know that they’re safe.” Spoken almost with a hint of desperation in his voice. Just how long has it been since they were kept apart?
A person falling out of air suddenly and crashing to the ground wasn’t necessarily weird in any way, shape or form. Except for the fact that it was very unusual and actually very concerning, especially when that person was wearing what appeared to be full armor and had appeared out of a portal straight into the world on what appeared to be a glider that changed into a keyblade. Or at least, that’s what she thought had happened, but something may have been lost somewhere in between the time she watched the person fall and rushed over to make sure that they were alright.
As she approached she stopped a little ways away, watching the man take off his mask and trying to examine the face from afar. There were not very many keyblade wielders that she knew of, and his face was certainly one that was unfamiliar in many ways, but there was something about him that was… similar to someone who she saw once. Perhaps only in a memory, though she couldn’t be sure, and she watched him from afar for a few moments as = he surveyed his surroundings before stepping out of her hiding place.
”Are you okay? That fall didn’t hurt you, did it?”
For all intents and purposes the man appeared to be alright facially, though that was a rather far fall and it did sound like it hurt. Or would have if he were not dressed in full body armor, but all the same she could not help but express concern. And also look on in interest as he tapped a part of his armor on his arm, and suddenly the whole suit seemed to have disappeared. Nothing that she had ever seen before, and her eyebrows raised in surprise at the sudden transition as he was left standing there in what appeared to be his normal clothing and she looked at his face again as he began to speak.
Inquiring after two people apparently, a man and a woman—or a boy and a girl, perhaps—but no one that she knew of in the least. The description that the man gave of the boy, as vague as it was, briefly made her think about Roxas but the name was all wrong and it wasn’t much to go off of to begin with, and as irrational as it was she could not help but feel guilty about her inability to help this man who had an edge of desperation to his voice that was clear as day. They had to have been his friends, two people very precious to him that he had lost at some point, or maybe he had lost his way—but no matter how she looked at it he was searching for them and felt the need to find them.
Yet she could do nothing.
”I’m sorry, I’ve never heard of anyone named Aqua or Ven.” The regret in her voice was clear and true and her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to think harder, tried to think if she had ever seen either of these people in her entire existence but—to no avail. Vague though the descriptions were, she could not even think of a single person that could fit either (other than Roxas, though that was an impossibility for many reasons already) or her hands clasped together as she resisted the urge to apologize once more. After all, apologizing to this man would not help him in the least. ”But I could help you look for them…” an empty offer at most, as there was not much that she could do—they could have been on another world entirely, for all that she knew.
The subject sailed elsewhere like a indescribable body of stars washed ashore through the reflection of the sky. Filled the room with nothing more than a cool breeze; Sora’s gaze remained immobile, all attempts to interpret the pallid girl proving futile.
She was a being of myths—the story varied from teller to teller, but there was one thing they all landed accurate—the unknowability of her person. There was veil of secrecy and enigma she’s threaded herself. One that seemed to never be unlaced. Perhaps it was meant to endure the seam ripper just a while longer than the norm. “Naminé—”
Words spilled from his lips intensely.
“You may not think that I owe you my thanks… But I do. Whether you take them or not, just know I thank you…” He was lost; lost in a silent rumination. What was he even saying anymore? It was all a blur— the castle, the room, the story.. except; her.
She was there, that much was sure.
He cracked his lips into a nuance of a smile. A palm opened wide, arm stretched toward the presence before him.
“Thank you, Naminé.”
There was an ocean between them, an expansive ocean that was impossible to cross—even by boat, raft, by any means accessible. Between the two of them there was no way to venter, no way that she could see that they could somehow meet in the middle, reach an understanding, and that… she was not sure if she feared that, or if she was relieved for that.
Reaching an understanding between the two of them was… improbable. Not impossible, but improbably, because the chance that they would truly reach that point, that level, was unimaginable to her. Perhaps the idea of reaching that point of understanding was more so terrifying to Naminé than never understanding Sora, than him never understanding her, than him never remembering her because he was never meant to remember her.
Remembrance of her was never meant to come to pass. It was not written in their story, was not meant to be, could not ever happen because it was impossible. She had tried her best, tried her hardest, to ensure that the end of this story would be right and proper for Sora, and she would quietly slip into oblivion, cease to be her own person.
That was how it was meant to be.
Standing there, it was like she could feel it begin to become rewritten, the things that she had done, the work that she had dedicated to making sure a certain path had to be followed. Then again, she was a mere Nobody, lonely in her nothingness and what could she do to truly and sincerely alter and fabricate something, to change a mind so completely? Naminé’s powers were not that strong, in the end.
Arms folded close to her body she stared at Sora silently, unsure how to continue from there. So instead she ducked her head down and let her bangs fall in front of her eyes, and she wondered fleetingly, hoped, that this would soon be over. Sora was earnest, and unfailingly kind, and it made something inside of her ache. ”Sora…”
