imaginary imprints.
Yet another rainbow after the storm.
Author's Note: This here is an old drabble that I wrote eons ago but never posted till now. It's basically a little something to show that I'm not dead (yet).
Cooling flat white—unsugared, untouched—sits on the table atop a square paper coaster.
She sighs in defeat as her glass slipper-clad feet scuff the floor lifelessly.
A number of sheets of faux parchment look back at her from where they lie.
Here and there she glimpses tiny, close-set words written in black ink with a feathered quill.
"This is goodbye" catches her eye more than once and the heavy feeling settles over her heaving chest again.
A tear slips from her lashes and slides down a hot, pallid-tinted cheek with agonising slowness.
She tries not to tremble, because doing so in the public eye was never acceptable by her standards.
Someone's cool shadow, distorted by fading sunlight, looms over her and she looks up gradually.
He sits down opposite her and eyes the spread out pieces of paper.
"Letters," she explains at his quizzical expression. Her voice is faint and unsteady. A little dead. "Letters from her."
"Her?"
"Her."
He gives the girl a calculating look, then glances down and picks one of them up.
Dearest Nami. And hello to you. I wish you well, but not too well. This thing of ours is over. Hope you had fun. I sure did. Don't be upset over this, darling, because I really loved you—
Naminé gasps softly when he all but rips the letter he's reading clean in half.
"What are you doing?" she says breathlessly, eyes wide and full of astonishment.
He doesn't answer; only turns one of the torn pages over, grabs a pen from his jeans pocket, and starts writing.
Dear Naminé. And hello to you. It's me. Remember me? I know you do, because I remember you. I know we haven't talked to each other in years and months now. But I always think about you, even though I have my own life and you have yours. Will you see a movie with me tonight? Just like old times? Love from Roxas.
He shoves the paper across the table and it lands lopsided in front of her eyes.
She reads the message upside down without a hint of difficulty, looks back up at him, attempts a little smile.
"I've missed you, you know," she whispers.
"And why wouldn't you?" he answers back. "You are, after all, my baby sister."
He reaches out and clasps her tiny, elfin hand in his in a silent gesture of affection; one full of love and tenderness.
She ducks her head, shimmery golden hair falling into her water-blue eyes.
"Thank you. Thank you, Roxas."
Author's Note: I've just returned to the fanfiction scene after a short break. Hopefully I wasn't missed too badly (insert apprehensive glance here). I'll get back into the swing of things soon (right after catching up with all the alerts and PMs in my inbox and such)… And then (fingers crossed?) we'll see the dawning of a new YDCF chapter.
If you're familiar with the yuri pairing I support, you'll know who sent Naminé that letter.
Review if you're feeling nice today. :)