to find comfort in nothing
The part of town he’d brought her to was dull and almost dead with quiet—eerily similar to the quiescence of The World that Never was. Busted streetlights made it difficult to navigate in the dark but Roxas brought her just as evening was setting in, when the last stretches of red laid on the skyline like a thin blanket. Then there’s an old office building of some sort, and he takes her up stares that don’t seem totally reliable—three stories up though, and they’re there. "It’s just something I found. I come here when I need some quiet." What stood out most from the dark, grey room was a pair of windows that were ordinary at first glance. But Roxas has the fire near them, and now all one had to do was turn their head and look out to see an endless sea of nothing but stars and horizon and empty outerlands; the scientists hadn’t given much thought to the coding of such and he imagined it was a bunch of repeated 0s and 1s but…it was still something.
"You cold?" He offers a thick, gray wool jacket that’s too big for either of them in addition to the blankets he’s already provided. The room is mostly barren aside from the fire, a sleeping bag, some glow in the dark stars attached to the ceiling, a single kerosene lamp and snacks; those are all his, so it’s obvious the place has long been abandoned for some reason. Roxas had insisted on a taxi there, promising that while it was a ways off from their apartment he’d be able to get them back quickly with his one daily use if the Dark Corridor. He sits himself down, shivering lightly as he rips open a bag of marshmallows. He sticks one with what looked to be a coat hanger bent straight—then he hands it to her. He’ll get his own then and lay it over the fire to roast. Namine, new again, having to start all over in a place like this while Roxas himself had plenty on his mind as well. He doesn’t mind it so much now that she didn’t recall what they’d talked about before. It was probably better that way. He wonders though—did he seem different to her? Or was he just overestimating her perception because when they’d met he’d still been new and naive and she’d been so knowing. Maybe he couldn’t quite let go of that view of her. "So uh…I haven’t seen you around much. Aqua didn’t try to cram you into her house with Sora and the others, did she?"
"And you don't feel lonely?"Â
A controlled breath was released from her body, expelling the sensation of unease from clamoring the aged staircase. Imagine the gruesome outcome had their weight ate away at the material's strength? Naminé shuddered, taking to scanning her surroundings as a means of distraction. Of course, such a morbid thought would instantly vanished from her mind the moment her cerulean hues wandered upon the glowing stars greeting her from the ceiling. Despite being of cheap plastic, the phenomenon in which the objects shined a greenish gleam against the darkness astounded her. They were beautiful. She continued to stay in a hypnotic state until Roxas' voice shattered her trance.
"Hm?" she peered at the mass of cloth bundled within his hands, "Oh, thank you."
She strolled to take a seat next to the boy, gave a cautious eye to the fire blazing before them and hoping it wouldn't engulf them in a nasty fire, and eventually huddled herself within the coat--Unnecessary in the end since the fire's heat enveloped her shivering skin. Despite their location as less-than-elegant, it was a maelstrom of new experiences she could have never believed possible: from the false stars above their heads to the strange snowy cubes handed to her on a wire.Â
Not for a Nobody at least.Â
"Sora's here?" she poked at the marshmallow with an index figure, mesmerized by the imprints left by her touch.
