constellations above

And all at once the stars begin to sing across this silent symphony. Go if you must, just go. But always know that.I'm here for you. N a m i n é ★ {canon/au}

[xluminosity]

"Get out? Where from?" Sora asked curiously, his head tilting lightly to the side. Unaware of any reason for concern, it was a question motivated by his own curiosity and drive to make conversation alone. But it was an earnest one, and he watched her intently.

Regardless of her answer, a day out was a day out, right? She had to make sure it didn’t go to waste. Maybe it wasn’t that he could shake his sense of gratitude for the unknown help she had provided him, or maybe it was something else—something striking him somewhere deep in his heart that he couldn’t quite reach—but whatever the reason was, Sora felt he couldn’t miss this chance either. “If that’s the case, we’ve gotta make sure you do something fun then!”

[stellarmaiden]

"..I-Inside." And she quickly realizes the mistake of poorly chosen words, thus seeking to replace the meaning. "It looked nice outside, so I .. wanted to get some fresh air." Offering a small smile, hoping that in some way it would explain her presence here; though the true meaning was something elaborate and complicated--it would be in her interests not to divulge in such matters just yet.

However, the faintest traces of surprise ebb across her face in a slow wave as he provides an idea, almost sudden to her and the concept was oddly foreign in nature. "Fun? .. Like what?" Blinking, attempting to figure out a meaning behind such a thing--such an.. offer. She was already in his debt, to be asked something that she mentally weighed as an extravagance.

[xluminosity]

"Aw, that can’t be true." Sora insisted. It was more than just the message in the journal, which was hardly insignificant because Jiminy never recorded something arbitrarily. But beyond even that, Sora was just certain that Naminé had done something important for him. He couldn’t explain why, but he felt it, somewhere deep in his heart. Inaccessible to him.

This conversation seemed to be upsetting her, though, and it was causing his head to hurt so he was more than happy to change it. “But that’s ok, I’ll get you back someday!” A happy grin returned to his features, “So, what’re you up to here, Naminé?”

[stellarmaiden]

When he says her name it strikes a very fine chord in her would-be heart, it radiates outward and spreads a resounding warmth that spreads out towards the tips of her fingers. She remembers those long days, back in the white room when she stood faced with the pod that kept him safe, and silence was only reassurance she would hear. She felt it back then too, that same warmth. 

The need to persist pulls at the back of his mind and dissuade him from his assumption. Except she finds it within herself not to do so, there was no need to shatter this moment; just a few precious seconds with him was enough. Tilting her head to the side, her gaze captures the sea that stretches out endlessly in a melancholy fashion. "I just.. wanted to get out."

[stellarmaiden]

[roxahs]

sora might wake up, only to find out that nobody remembers him anymore

[xluminosity]

"well, sort of…" He answered, not really sure if he should be given that much credit. If not for the note in Jiminy’s journal even her name would have been a mystery to him. But she seemed so happy at the notion and that made him happy somehow, and the last thing he wanted to do was take her smile away.

But even if that was all he knew, even if he couldn’t remember the significance she held in his life, he couldn’t accept her assurance. He shook his head, “I’m not really sure what happened, but it was the only thing written in Jiminy’s journal, so it must have been important! I owe you one, Naminé.”

[stellarmaiden]

The digits in her right hand slowly curl into an incomplete fist, rising to a chest that bore no heart; just an empty nothingness. And she thinks, should there be one, it would be beating with ferocity. So she waits for the silence to fill with something, anything. -- But much like every single other time when such a thing should have made it's presence, the same answer followed.

"You don't owe me anything, Sora." ( I should be the one thanking you. For even talking to me right now. ) A crease indents a brow, and her body posture crumples evidently. "I haven't done anything for you." -- He was still the same Sora; forgiving and so full of life. It was a miracle he still spoke to her in this vividly familiar tone and she wonders; maybe if he knew the truth, then all of that would change, and this meeting would come to an end.

[xluminosity]

(x)

[xluminosity]

"Oh, you’re naminé!" His eyes widened, the recognition immediate, although it was in name only that he knew of her. He paused, tilting his head to the side as he considered her words. She obviously did know him, knew his name at least. And he had written proof that she held some significance to him—and to Donald and Goofy, too—though he didn’t know what that was.

"Yep, that’s me." He nodded, smiling brightly through his confusion, through the mass of unidentified feelings swimming in the pit of his stomach. "You must be the one Jiminy wrote the message about in his journal, right? It said ‘thank Naminé’."

[stellarmaiden]

"You--!" And something registers in those crystal clear eyes of hers, something much like hope and relief twined into one complete form; but it then softens, refines and eases out like the gentle drift of the sea. "..You remembered."

However, remembering was gratitude alone. Just for her to be a single shard embedded within the furthest corner of his mind, despite being cracked and faded meant the world and all that came after it. Once again, she shakes her head, and she looks at him with a sorry sort of expression. "Sora, you don't owe me any thanks."

[xluminosity]

"Huh?" Sora gazed at the girl before him, taking her all in. He felt a pang in his chest, something that he was certain was missing and yet he could quite get a hold of. She was so familiar. Maybe because she looked a lot like Kairi…?

No, he was sure it was something else, deep in his gut, but try as he might to recall he was certain he didn’t know her. “Sorry,” He smiled sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his head. His voice was patient and apologetic, “Do I…know you?”

[stellarmaiden]

And thus those words were sharp enough to shatter the very foundations of her being, it is all that she can do to keep that smile plastered on her face in a gentle variety; and it causes something to stir, to writhe within--and she questions herself what are these feelings that swim in the depths of a hollow body.

Solemnly, a slow shake of the head follows her answer. "No, I don't think so." A lie in it's fullest, he did, once, on a chain that's been severed and shattered by her own sullied hands. Lifting her head to meet his gaze, she resumes. "My apologies, My name is Naminé. -- And you are Sora, correct?" She inquires, pleasantly.

[stellarmaiden]

Just the look of his faced touched by purity simultaneously causes the breath to rise in her throat--and memory buckles on the grief tied to past mistakes. Yet, she digs deeps and forces a smile by all means, because if his presence alone doesn't strike warmth in her empty body; then that would most truly be a lie.

"...Sora." Whispering, almost. And she wonders if she bears any recognition in the recesses of his memory. "It's good to see you."

[stellarmaiden]

[swallotail-deactivated20200920]

[paopufruit]

Namine Appreciation Week:

Day 4: favorite happy scene ➜ “I didn’t know. I hoped.”

[naminay]

Day 6 → Favorite Quote

[naminay]

"I don’t really exist in your heart. I don’t exist in anyone’s heart. I never have existed anywhere."

[stellarmaiden]

Although these times were full of unfortunate, sorrowful things. She still holds an inner hope for a new dawn to break. 

And though I may not have visited them --

   "I have missed these worlds."

[stellarmaiden]

a-suspicious-looking-van  ..drove into Oblivion?

"U-Um..!"

[gracefulthorne-blog]

stellarmaiden broke the silence{{

Darkness was a bitter thing, possessive and perverse as it clung to one’s skin and trickled down. Capturing all that was ‘good’ and warping it beneath well tuned fingers, playing a harp out of Heartstrings that would choke the unsuspecting victim. Darkness was a fiend in the most bizarre of forms, all consuming as it filtered through the slats of the window coverings. It held on no matter what Light came, for it was insatiable. How lucky for him for such.

White was a poor substitute for the Assassin’s needs, the Light that flowed through his reconstructed Heart offering only a smattering of former ‘peace’ that captured his mind. The delicate energy kept in a thorny mess to dissuade any thieves, and former Lord of Oblivion still clothed as a reaper. Yet when light touched him, no longer did he shirk. Features calm and apathetic as the essence of spring made all plants flourish gay about him. Hopefully the poor Witch wouldn’t die from fright. “Namine.” Baritone captured attention, bees a buzzing ceasing to turn strange enigma of eyes upon the former Nobody, and the roses trembled. “So good to see you singular again.”

There was a smile in those words.

[stellarmaiden]

Unprecedented weight fell onto an unsuspecting shoulder. Naturally, digits would be sent in response to investigate the new matter, retrieving a singular petal in the task. It is of a blood red colour, and not of the scarlet variety she so fondly admires in gardens. The silken texture provides false security and hairs upon the span of back's width rise in belligerence. -- She discards the leaf abruptly; as if to pretend of a vivid dream.

Reality would prove to be subversive, and a voice speaks so clearly. A personage prowls upon crystalline floor without so much as breaking the ephemeral silence. She remembers it well -- how easy it would be to just forget. But she is the keeper of memory, such a thing would be .. ironic. The girl wrapped in ivory tilts body, facing that of a phantom. Lips press, brows narrowing to an almost close. Icy tones form within sapphire pools; striking. She does not fear his presence. "Marluxia." She states bluntly before proceeding, playing ignorance to fair greetings. "Is there something you need?"

Her service to him was well and truly over, what more could he possibly desire.

[stellarmaiden]

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“He ran towards the girl, stopping short of being just within each other’s reach. “I… I’m glad you’re alright. You’re safe, right?”

"Yes, I am. I've.. just been drifting between. No one's found me yet, so I think that's a good sign. -- But, how? How did you make it back? Ever since I heard about what happened.." Brows dip slightly as expression dims. "I'm so sorry. ..But I'm so glad to see you again!"