#vvatercolors

[xion-the-gentle]

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   “Naminé, it’s so good to see you again!” Xion murmured with a shy giggle and a timid wave to match.

 “I’m so glad you’re well, how are you?” The ebony haired girl asked with a soft smile. 

[thekeybladehero-a]

tip toes high enough to reach ! at last, she can pat his hair, giggling softly as she watches the brown spikes bounce back in place

sora blinks at first, not really knowing what she’s trying to do -- but grinning at all the effort she’s putting in to reach him -- and then feels hands pat at the top of his head. his spikes bounce and move, and he can only imagine how it looks like.

“aw, c’mon, namine!” he exclaims, but there’s nothing but a smile on his face and a laugh in his voice as sora takes namine’s hands gently in his own, drawing it away from his head. “c’mon -- quit it! my hair’s not that funny!”

[eternefiamme-a]

        ❛❛So,  this  is  it,  huh??❜❜  He  asks  with  a  certain  passivity  and  thankfully,  lazy  as  he  is,  his  casual  demeanour  masks  the  unease  that  goes  hand -  in  -  hand  with  goodbye.  Axel  summons  no  portal  yet,  instead  standing  with  his  arms  crossed  over  his  chest, eyes  averted,  glinting  with  something  like  embarrassment,  if  at  all  possible.   ‘Do  you  need  anything? '  feels  too  personal  to  ask,  and  so  he  doesn’t  ask  it,  but  he  knows  Naminé  deserves  more  than  for  him  to  leave  without  anything  at  all.  He  remains  quiet  after  that  single  inquiry,  and  he  hopes  that  maybe  —  spare  him  this  complicated  awkwardness —  she  comes  up  with  something  more  fitting  for  their  parting  ways.

vvatercolors ♡ starter call. // accepting.

[ofsilverguns-blog]

  LOOKING over her shoulder to glance at the blonde haired man, the exotic dancer couldn’t help the widespread grin on her face. Her dimples naturally appeared, accompanied by rose cheeks and light hearted laughter. It wasn’t the first time Naminé has been asked this, nor the last. And yet, she finds his question amusing.

   ❝ About a couple of months or so. Why ? Are you nervous ? ❞, she chirped, setting down her bag on the couch before taking a seat. ❝We can always just.. watch a movie ? But, don’t forget ! I charge by the hour, so make it count ! ~ ❞

It was a bit awkward, but she was really nice. And it was clear to both of them that Prompto wasn’t going to request any sexual services today. Probably seemed like a fool to her, since he was paying for her company, as she reminded him. But he didn’t mind, he was very curious and glad that she answered his questions.

“Umm yes.” he admitted with a chuckle. He went to fetch her a glass of water, and one for himself too. “Movie sounds great. Is there one you fancy?”

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[eternefiamme-a]

ADMITTEDLY ,  he  had  long  since  grown  accustomed   to   long   stays   within   the  Corridors;  sometimes  time   ceased   to   matter  at  all  for  him  within  them  &&  if  he  wasn’t  absolutely  careful,  the  shadows  threatened   to   consume  him  entirely.  Well ,   WHATEVER  there  was  to  consume,  anyway.  With  brows  furrowed,  he  leisurely  guided  the  pair  of  them  through  each  darkened  corner,  each  ebony  path.   Not   even   once   did   he   consider   Naminé’s  comfort  level  during  their   journey.  And  that   was   a   terrible   thing,  too,  because  even  with  the  experience   he   had  among  the  Darkness ,   even  he   was   prone   to   mistakes   &  missteps. 

The  contact  of   her   gentle   tapping   ‘pon   his  back   stops  him  for  a  moment,  and  his  eyebrows  unknit  from  their  furrow,  rising  before   sinking   back  to  a  draw  towards   the  center  of  his  forehead.  He  knows   he  can’t  pretend  he  didn’t  hear  her —  her  anxiety-ridden  words  permeated  the  still  silence  of   their   current   corridor.  An  unfamiliar  sinking  feeling  settles  in  his  core,  but  he  does  his  best  to  ignore  THAT  at  least,  knowing  the  taunting  Darkness  is  to  blame.  

His  best   distraction,  unfortunately,  happens  to  be  the  fearful  companion  behind  him.  When  he  turns  to  look  at  her,  he  almost  feels  BAD  for  this  entire  experience.  He  averts  his  gaze  instantly,  and  chooses  instead  to   —  at  first  —  wordlessly  and  lightly  take  her  hand  in  his  own.  

Eventually,  he  clears  his  throat,  still  refusing  to  meet  her  eyes. ❛Yeah ,  about  that— I  don’t  think  we  can  just...  go  back  anymore, Naminé.  Our  best  bet  is  to  just— ❜  his  already  low  and  quiet  words  break  for  a  moment  in  pause  whilst  he  shifts  his  stare  ahead  into  the  Darkness,  ❛ — keep  goin'  through. ❜

vvatercolors // cont.

[ofsilverguns-blog]

@vvatercolors said: // ayeeeeee ♡ hehehe

prompto: this hooker is a looker