Blue grey eyes watched through half-lidded eyelids, lips pursed quietly and thoughtfully. She honestly didn't understand exactly what was so special about the little flying insects; they start out as fat, puke green, ugly little buggers that do nothing but eat and sleep. Then they crystalize. Then they become flying things that, albeit rather pretty, either get eaten by birds or die off within the next few weeks.
Her light blue and silver locks fell over her eyes as her eyes raked over her blonde charge. Her fingers flew skillfully over the paper, pencil etching out her mind's eye type view for the world to see... see and exploit.
The girl sitting in front of her was as innocent as one in that position could get. She was being exploited for being the Memory Witch, as Xemnas and the others so insensitively referred to her as.
The girl's protector just saw her as another girl, with yet another story to tell.
"Rhaelexa..." The blonde girl looked up from her sketch. Rhaelexa, broken from her reverie, shook herself visably of all her emotions and thoughts. She fluffed herself up, and did her best to make herself look like the Nobody everyone expected her to be.
"Yes, Namine?" She murmured. Her voice was soft sounding and cracky, insinuating years of unuse and silence. Rhaelexa never inflicted that upon the girl in front her.
"Look..." she whispered, shoving the sketch pad awkwardly up to the older woman's line of sight. She blinked awkwardly as nothing but blue and silver clouded her vision for a bit. Crossing her eyes and trying to make out what her eyes continued to blur, she finally backed her head away to look at the picture normally.
It was as she thought. It was a butterfly, wings a cobalt blue, shading making it shine like miniature saphires glued to the page. The wing tips and small antennae were dusted over with a light silver color, as light as the edges of the heart-shaped moon over the World That Never Was. The body itself was a off-colored creamy white, like a tooth. Rhaelexa cocked her head to the side. Was confusion considered an emotion, or just a state of mind? 'Cause she was pretty sure what she was feeling was confusion.
"That's how I see you," Namine hurried to explain for her. Rhaelexa cocked her head to the side again, eyes flickering between Namine and the picture. "You're misunderstood and fleeting... like a butterfly."
"Misunderstood and fleeting?" she repeated, not being able to wrap her head around being either.
"Misunderstood... you're silent, but venomous, like the Monarch butterfly to birds. Beautifully lethal. Fleeting... you don't seem like you'll last long, compared to the rest of the world..."
"But what Nobody really does?" Rhaelexa murmured, touching the picture gently. Namine smiled at the simplicity of the older Nobody. She was easier to get along with, to understand.
Rhaelexa didn't go out of her way to hurt or tease her, like Larxene and Axel did. Axel was mentally fucking with her... and she didn't like it. The older woman's gray-blue gaze didn't scald into her as Larxene's did. She didn't lash out and hit Namine abruptly like Larxene would.
Namine still saw the danger the icy woman imposed, and it terrified her at first. She seemed merciless, uncaring. A true Nobody.
But it's gotten to the point where Namine doesn't even see her as a Nobody anymore. Rhaelexa... makes her feel like she has a heart.
"Thank you, Namine. It's beautiful." The smile plastered on Namine's face made her realize what it was like to have a younger sister again.
