paper heart p r o m i s e *‹3
[ roxas&naminé ]
d r a b b l e — so try to stop me
& i will see with my own e y e s,
the b e a u t y yours hold ;
They dropped from her hand with a light whip.
Her white hands looked even paler, maybe even dead, against the gold paper; her thumb brushed against it - how satiny.
It felt like a light velvet! Blond hair fell against her snow colored cheek as she bent down to pluck another scrap off the floor. Paper...hearts?
Hadn't started like this. The paper she'd picked out was too pretty to be a star. Stars didn't seem...special enough.
Didn't intend for it to happen.
A certain blond boy had oozed his way into her artsy mind, simply out of habit.
It just happened, like the way the sun rose or the way a bird chirped. Her delicate fingers traced the crisp outline. She studied it. One side was lopsided, the curve much larger then the other.
She set it down again. There was nothing she'd known to be perfect in her life, anyway. Except, of course, him.
Drip. Drip. Rain was coming down outside. She glanced sadly out the window.
The lights bounced off the gold coloring. It was the only color in the room. She'd always felt like a ghost in here, ever since Xemnas, that awful Xemnas, had ordered all her lovely pictures to go down. White walls, white tables, even she was white, confined to her room with little sunlight. It all blended in. She hated it.
"Naminé?"
Her name. Another thing she hated. Sounded too old fashioned. Too ridiculous.
But the way he said it - it made her tingle, made her want to like it.
Naminé. Naminé. Naminé.
"There you are!"
Here she was.
"I've been looking for you."
For her?
"Hey - these are cool."
The hearts.
He delicately fingered the gold paper in his palm. He picked up a pencil. It was a blue, one she used often to capture his eyes.
He was writing. Shy but curious, she watched his hand fly over the paper; scribble scribble scribble.
A loop at the end. A final flourish.
Roxas loves Naminé
Her heart swelled.
The writing was firm, sure.
She picked up a pink pencil and another paper heart. Didn't have to think twice. She was confident.
And Nami loves Rox
He smiled as he read over what they'd written. She picked up the one she'd written on, slipped it into his hand, knowing this was theirs. This was real. They both had hearts now; even if they were made of paper.
He placed his heart into her hand and gave it a small squeeze. This was a promise.
Their paper heart promise.
[ story cred ; vanillawaves ]
disclaimer — all characters mentioned owned by square enix, I own nothing.
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