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(adjective.) the feeling of a deep sadness comparable to the coldness of winter. [ independent blog ] semi - private. #wintercearigs

[ordostatua]

           Quite frankly, she knew that people in the Organization wouldn’t dare touch her. Sure, they could tease her and everything. But she was their key for freedom. To have hearts; even Larxene isn’t rude to her compared to how she is to others. And she was sure Saix could never harm her, because everyone wanted a heart. They were shadows, they were nobody. Yet, in the end everyone wanted something from being in the Organization. There were punishments, but if they hurt her too much, she wouldn’t mind leaving. In fact, she would love to. The only reason why she hadn’t before was because she had no where to go.

                                              No where to call ‘home’.

                      And maybe she couldn’t take Namine out from beyond the walls, it didn’t matter to her. It shouldn’t have mattered to her. Yet it did, because being trapped behind the walls would be too much. Even if she was a patient person, it must’ve been lonely there. She didn’t want to have her stay there all alone, no one else but a sketch book. Plus, Xion was beginning to get a migraine, because she was there for too long. She knew if she didn’t hurry, nothing good would come to it.

                 “Come on! It’s Christmas, no one should be alone on Christmas — Plus, they might go easy on us. And I’ll protect you if they even try to hurt you — promise.”

[wintercearigs]

                                   "-- You shouldn't be hurt because of me."

          The words came so quickly out of her lips that Namine almost believed they weren't hers. Rarely was she so outspoken, appearing in her subconscious before she even realized the words were in there. But it was too late. She had already spoke the words, and she faltered slightly. Her hands clenched and steeled herself - against some unknown horror that threatened her. What she was expecting, Namine didn't know. She just felt some sort of strange fear - as if someone could catch her and hold her against her will.

                                                                                                      Yet nothing came.

          It had taken a moment for her to regain her composure, breath still hitching from something unknown. Soft, deep breaths were taken, hand delicately on her heart. Her head shook lightly, a small trace of a smile on her face.

                                               "I... I appreciate it.

                                                                     But please don't sacrifice yourself for me."

[skiesabove]

      His azure hues landed on her notepad, and a soft smile pulled at his lips. Whenever he saw her, she seemed to be surrounded by her drawings. Her fingers would always be stained with different colors, and her hand would constantly be moving. He knew not why she would draw, but each drawing held a meaning. Never did she draw just to draw, each picture that was etched held something deeper to it. That’s why he loved looking at them; it was as if he was getting a deep glance into her heart and soul. 

       Looking down, he glanced at the flower and canted his head slightly. It reminded him of her; her aura was relaxing, and graceful like a flower. 

                      “—Kinda reminds me of you.”

[wintercearigs]

                                      ... Of her?

          Blue eyes dropped to the simplistic crayon drawing, blinking slowly and unsure. She didn't quite understand the intention of his words. She was not graceful as a flower, nor did she compare to even such. Perhaps he meant it in that they were both simplistic - but even then she was not sure. If she did not know the meaning of her drawing, how was it that he could decipher the hieroglyphics of her art? Was it the nuance of the drawing?

                                      Roxas was something of an enigma to her.

          Her head tilted at his words, giving the man a curious glance.

                                                                                                  "-- - ? How do you mean?"

[iicesalis-deactivated20150527]

"Namine… are you sure changing Anna’s memories was the best course of action?"

                Because Elsa was definitely having second thoughts.

[wintercearigs]

                                No.

          -- was what she wanted to say. She would have preferred Anna to keep her memories, for the secret between the two could surely destroy their relationship. But she was ordered to delete it by the Organization, which kept hidden from Elsa. As far as she was concerned, Namine was a singular agent.

          Or,as those of Arendelle preferred to called her, a witch.

                                                                                                                                     "Yes."

[skiesabove]

don’t make me come over there

[wintercearigs]

la ughs

[ordostatua]

             Xion wasn’t like the others in the Organization. She wouldn’t leave without giving Namine a choice to leave. Because she knew what it was like to not have a choice. And she hated it, it wasn’t the best feeling at all. In fact, it was like hell — she didn’t like going on missions, it wasn’t exactly her dream. But at least she was needed by people, and she was sure Namine was too.

                           Sometimes she didn’t understand why the Organization even wanted anything to do with her. She seemed harmless, and when she asked Axel about it — he would just tell her to mind her own business. Which was weird, considering she was part of the Organization too, she had a right to know. But in the end, she gave up; though, she still didn’t agree to it. Plus, right now was a mission, and she had just completed it. In fact, she decided to take a lot of missions at once. And now it was time to go explore.

            “But— Don’t you hate it here? I mean, you’ll be back soon.”

[wintercearigs]

          Namine gave something of a small smile to Xion. She appreciated the effort that Xion went through to invite her out; truly, she did. But the blonde didn't dare risk the wrath of the higher-ups in the Organization. Had it just been her, perhaps she would have considered it. However, Xion was at risk here. She didn't want to endanger the female for her own selfish reasons of freedom, even if she had been the one to invite her. This was not a punishment Xion should have to bare - and she knew far too well that she would eventually do so since rarely anyone's actions were kept secret in the castle.

          It didn't matter how much she hated it, the white walls standing all around her. There are countless times where she wished she could escape and visit the world - where she could just leave and never look back, running to somewhere the Organization could not take her. But she knew it to be a foolhardy dream. She could not take care of herself, and she knew the Organization would easily find her. She hated the things they forced her to do, but she had very little choice in the matter.

                      The last thing she wanted was to restrict Xion as well.

                                                                                                "... I can't. They'll be angry."

[skiesabove]

—out; U r wonderful. 

[wintercearigs]

oh look, you're already doing a gr10 job with bsing

[skiesabove]

—out; How does one rp roxas?

[wintercearigs]

i ask myself that same question except with namine

[ordostatua]

         Sometimes she wondered what Namine did in a castle — a castle that played with your memories. She’s been in it once — it wasn’t exactly the best thing that she could’ve done, because she saw things she never wanted to see. Never wanted to know. And she began to wonder — how could someone live there without getting hurt, or something. But that didn’t matter to her sometimes, most of the time she just brushed it off.

                   And that was fine with her. As long as she could spend time with her, as a friend. Get to know someone — she’s never really had a friend that was a girl. The only thing was, she couldn’t leave the castle, and Xion couldn’t stand to be in it. That was the problem.

           “Um— Would you like to come out on a mission with me?”

[wintercearigs]

                                  ... That's rare.

          She was never invited out of the castle before, especially by someone of the Organization. Under normal circumstances, it was common for them to simply come into her room and drag her out - willing or not. She was all too used to not having a choice, to being forced into a dark portal where she knew not where it would land. She was nothing but a puppet to them. There was no denying it; she was an instrument for them to play at their willing.

          Yet Xion seemed to think different. Instead, she wanted to invite her out - the blonde who seemed far too fragile and held no battle capabilities whatsoever. She had to imagine the mission wouldn't be difficult if Xion alone had asked and mentioned no one else - but even so...

                                         "--I can't. It's not allowed for me to leave without permission."

[ordostatua]

          Memories.

                   They were something you held onto, forever. But it made her wonder — what about Namine? She hadn’t known her for long, but she did know her well enough to talk to her. “Namine?”

[wintercearigs]

          There was always a strange feeling that Namine had around Xion. She could never pinpoint what it was, but something felt... off. Amiss, perhaps? Generally, the blonde often pushed aside the emotion for the time being - not wanting her ill thoughts to form into words in front of the raven female.

                                                          "-- Yes, Xion?"

[skiesabove]

           The smile on his lips only grew an inch when he noticed the small upwards pull of her own. He remembered when he first met her; he was so confused as to who he was, what he was feeling, and why he was here. She was literally the light to his darkness; she was his truth. To think, he was a nobody, but she sure made him feel as if he was a complete somebody. But maybe that’s how it was supposed to be. Surrounding yourself with people you care for; that proved he wasn’t just a nobody without a heart. 

                           ”—Guess it does.”

             He scratched the back of his head, and he turned to her notepad. 

                                     ”Drawn anything new?”

[wintercearigs]

          Namine's eyes drifted to the notepad lying innocently on her lap, hands curling around it lightly. Rare was it for her to be seen without the object unless she went out and risked losing it or damaging it. The book was far too precious to her, despite it being merely an inanimate object. It was something of sentiment, she supposed - despite not being able to hold such a thing.

          Her fingers gently traced the top of it before moving to the edge to hand it to the blonde.

                                                              "A flower." 

              Nothing more than a simplistic, five-petaled object drawn in black crayon.

                                                  But it soothed her to no end.

[skiesabove]

            His head turned slightly at the familiar blonde, and a soft smile pulled at his lips. Because of her, he was able to find out the truth of his existence. Yes, he was told that he wasn’t supposed to exist, but she said it was ok. She told him that there was a greater reason for him, and she cooled the rage the bubbled beneath his skin. Walking over to her, he sat down and turned to look at her. 

                           ”Ya know, no one should be alone on Christmas.”

[wintercearigs]

          The corner of her lips barely curled upward into a smile - almost mistaken for a frown had someone not been looking particularly close. There was a strange sense of ease that held her whenever he was around. They weren't supposed to feel, yet that's all she seemed to do around the man. He tended to evoke that emotion in her. Strange? Of course. Unwanted? Not necessarily.

                                           "Well, you're here now. Doesn't that count?"

[khladies]

[wintercearigs]

          "..."

                                It's quiet.