His dreams had a habit of coming back with a vengeance, it seemed. Here, in the realm of sleep, he could never escape the illusive being known as nightmares. Not fully, at least. But she had helped him rise of what could have been his own personal abyss, a large feat for a stranger. A stranger wearing strange clothes - yet he was no one to comment on such fashion choices, wearing the obvious pirate attire he was.
Somehow, without even thinking about it, he does as he’s told, focusing on his breathing and trying his hardest not to fall apart at the seams in front of this kind stranger. He might as well have been wearing his own mask in front of her, despite her assuring him that pretending wasn’t necessary. It always was. Otherwise people could take advantage of you, otherwise his friends would worry. His mask would always remain, but in her presence it at least didn’t feel as if it was suffocating him any longer.
“….Thank ye.” He finally said as his shoulders relaxed, and he could breath a little easier. He shifts in the sand, turning back towards her. “But I gotta question yer motives. Had I been any more of a rook that coulda ended badly for ya.” Who just helps a stranger laying down on a beach?! He was right and he knew it, had he any worse of a person he could have tried to attack her in the moment of weakness, steal everything she had. Perhaps that’s what a proper pirate would have done - which only returns some of the dread from his nightmare returning. Still, he pushes that aside for now.
“What’s a dove like ye doin’ walkin’ down th’ beach so close t’ the darkman’s an’ways?” He asked as he realized the sky was starting to change color above them. It was almost twilight, by the looks of it. Had he been napping here for that long?
It was reassuring, to see the youth decide to heed the instructions offered. A hush of silence settling across the duo, aside from each heave of breath that was drawn in. ‘Sides the waves lapping upon the shore, & the fairest breeze but a gentle wisp as it blew past. A far cry, she was sure, from the nightmare which plagued his thoughts even now, for ghosts were not so easily shaken.
Kind words were shared - soft spoken reassurances, whilst he regained his sense of self. Though no relief was felt until he spoke once more. The sand shifting as he turned, as her own eyes rose to meet the brilliant blue of his. As deep in hue as the sea at his back, & scrutinizing her motives. “ But you’re not, are you? “ The mirth to twinkle the fox’s eyes may have been hidden, but still did it twinge her voice. For though the garbs of a pirate he wore, though the stigma associated & how one should give those who donned it a wide berth, Ava did not feel such wariness from him. Perhaps it was misguided, perhaps she dared to place her trust where she should not, but nevertheless the foreteller refused to turn a blind eye to someone who so clearly suffered. Her heart, it shuddered at the thought.
Besides, “ if you had, it might not have ended so well for you. “ The foreteller teased, with the cock of her head & a smile all to sly. As even if she had been wrong, even if he’d turned on her the moment he awoke, she did not doubt her capabilities as a keyblade master.
The playful lilt did not end there. His question causing the corner of her lips to lift, the smile returning before it could truly fade. “ So says the one that was fast asleep. “ An act that seemed far more dangerous than the mere walk she had been in the middle of.
Her gaze, it flitted to the ocean beyond. Melancholy tugging at the foreteller’s features, as her original reason to head there shifted into place. “ I suppose I came here to think. I can think of few places more serene than a beach at sunset. “ Though she supposed it was closer to twilight, now. The setting sun having dipped behind the horizon, its last rays a fiery glow upon the waters surface. “ What of you? If I should be as cautious as you say, why have you thrown it to the wind to rest here? “
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