Artist
Naminé is an artist.
Her fingers grasp crayons the color of rainbows and she draws, draws boys with brighter eyes than stars and girls with smiles larger than life. Dark, light, streaks and streaks of fragile dark and stark, stark light. Draws and draws and draws. Because Naminé, Naminé is an artist.
Naminé is an artist, therefore Naminé draws.
The curve of a smile, and he dances to life, the boy made of paper and crayons, his eyes brighter than stars. Pretty, pretty eyes, eyes that haunt her dreams at night and eyes, eyes that stare straight through her. And she thinks, maybe, maybe this is love. But Naminé, Naminé is an artist.
He is just a boy made of paper and crayons, so Naminé crumples the paper and burns it.
Naminé is an artist, therefore Naminé draws beautiful things.
The whisper of color pencils scratching paper, and she brushes her fingers against the ocean, the girl with hair red like poppies in June and eyes the shade of violets trampled under heels too sharp. A princess with a crown glittering on her head and a smile larger than life. And she thinks, maybe, maybe she envies her. But Naminé, Naminé is an artist.
She is just a princess scrawled with reds and violets and thick black outlines, so Naminé tears her face apart.
Naminé is an artist, therefore Naminé draws beautiful things.
Beautiful things.
Beautiful, broken things.
(Just like her. Because Naminé is no artist.)
Witch.
A/N: I haven't written for KH in so long. Trufax. I hope I haven't gotten worse.
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