Presenting a lovely commission I recently received from @wingbladeweaver1357 of Naminé and Kairi from my Memories of You fanfic where they’re twin sisters! I’m absolutely in love with it!
Decided to write up a quick snippet to go along with it as well that may or may not show up in the future of Memories of You itself! Enjoy!
Memories of You: Naminé and Kairi
“Knock, knock,” Kairi called. “Dinner is served.”
Kairi backed into Naminé’s room with her hands preoccupied with a tray of grilled meat and curry rice. Naminé sat at her desk, lost in her own world as a zest of inspiration compelled her to look over her work with a great amount of scrutiny as she scribbled into her sketchbook.
“Thank you,” Naminé replied, her eyes unmoving. “Smells great. On the bed is fine.”
Kairi paused. Did she hear right? For the first time in weeks, Naminé’s voice didn’t sound like it was desolate of all life and energy. “So, I suppose asking you to come downstairs and eat at the table with us like a normal family for once is out of the question?”
“What was that?” Naminé asked, not tearing her eyes away from her drawing.
“Never mind,” Kairi said tiredly, complying with her sister’s earlier request and set her dinner on the mattress. “Just promise me you’ll at least touch your dinner this time?”
“Don’t worry, I will. And I’ll be at breakfast in the morning. Promise,” Naminé assured her offhandedly. Kairi couldn’t claim to be convinced. She had heard it a million times before. “If I don’t show up, I’ll do your chores for a month.”
“Deal. I’ll hold you to that, you know.”
Before leaving, she stole a stealthy glance at Naminé and took note of her seemingly more animated posture. It was far from the first time she had seen her sister absorbed in her own world. But this time, something seemed different; whether it was the way her pencil scraped against the paper sharply, or the way she chewed her lip, or the slightest bounce etched in each of Naminé’s movements. It was a subtle something that only a sister of sixteen years could pinpoint.
Kairi peered over Naminé’s shoulder to get a glimpse at whatever kind of artistic spectacle was in the works. "Soooo, whatcha drawin’?”
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