jardinia.
EVENT CLOSED: @nobodkey
║✎║: At some point she had been separated from Kairi, and in her attempts to relocate the girl, Naminé found herself at the beach instead. Normally she would take her place right at the shoreline, and spend hours upon hours recreating its image on paper. Who knew this welcoming place would now instill fear in her?
Ignoring the gorgeous scenery that beckoned her, she resorted to keeping herself concealed from unwanted attention–The injury to her head convinced her to avoid stumbling through the ward so carelessly. Peeking from behind the nearest trash can, her observant gaze immediately spotted several of cat balloons floating innocently in a cluster.
Nervous eyes flickering to and fro for any potential threats, she cautiously advanced towards it. Yet blinded by her determination, unaware was she at the fact that another aimed for the same target. Before she could even close the distance, the balloons spontaneously burst into smithereens.
Frustrated and sadden by the sight, she released a hopeless sigh. The air of defeat would be temporary as she was confronted by the unknown individual that popped the balloons. She greeted him with a conflicted expression as different emotions overwhelmed her thoughts. Her voice small and barely audible, the immense shock that clung to her shoulders permitted her to only say his name.
“…Roxas?”
He’d finally managed to make it back to his apartment and grabbed his wooden Keyblade, at some point. No more having to deal with pummeling the balloon with his bare fists, at least.
And he’d debated -- he’d really thought about it -- just not leaving to head back out into the fray. What did he have to gain? It wasn’t like he didn’t have any points. But he didn’t really know what having just some points would entail, or what would happen if he didn’t keep making an active effort to build them up.
What else did he have to do while this was happening, anyway? He couldn’t go anywhere. He couldn’t do anything fun.
So back out into the mess of balloons and combat he went.
He’d been popping them without care -- probably should’ve been paying more attention to the black balloons than he was -- and only stopped at the sudden sight of someone appearing in his peripheral vision with the last pop of the balloon he’d swung at.
Roxas’ head turned to see who it was, ready to defend himself if need be... only to be caught up just staring for a moment as he processed who, exactly, he was looking at.
And then that someone said his name.
“N... Naminé!”
For the first time in a long while, Roxas seemed to light up.
“You’re--is it really you?”














