nimble fingers work the the mane that is lea's hair. she likes it, it's surprisingly soft for how it looks and she can't help but to hum a little, slowly brushing back different strands of hair, occasionally using the pads of her fingers to gently massage his scalp. the faint crack of a smile is given as her azure hues, gaze down at lea, who's head rests in her lap. she is happy like this.
They were resting after a mission undertaken to clear out heartless that had been gathering here in worrying number, him tagging along to learn both from a Master and from one whose fighting style suited him so well. It was far from the first time they had traveled out just the two of them. He was used to going out and about from missions before when he’d been with the Organization, before he’d regained his heart, never staying long in the Castle even if it had been their headquarters (couldn’t call it home, it hadn’t been, not then and it certainly wasn’t now). So staying training in one realm made him restless, even if he’d come to adore Kairi and her company.
Then they had saved Aqua and he had found himself partnered up with her often.
Lea had found himself warming to her far quicker then he would have guessed but there was just something comforting about being in her presence, something not even over ten years lost in the Realm of Darkness itself could extinguish. And that was another part of it he thought, she could understand the darkness he’d lived in for so long even as her own light shone, still bright through it all.
And he could understand it in her, the darkness that had had an effect on her, there was no way to avoid it after so long drowning in it.
It had marked the both of them.
This day however they were resting, the sun just starting to dip towards the horizon, and Lea had on impulse laid his head in her lap. And she had not made him move, had not pushed him away. Rather she wound her clever fingers through his hair, combing through it in motions that relaxed him, the last tensions of the fight they’d been through bleeding out of him as green eyes slid shut. Laid there listening to the sound of their breathing and the wind through the trees, comfortable in the silence for once.
One eye slid open enough to look at the sun, colours like a fire spread out before them, and a nostalgic smile turned up the corners of his lips.
“Hey, bet you don’t know why the sun sets red.”
