bagatelle
normal disclaimer applies
naminé – centric
slight namiku
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jewelry box
Remember when you used to peer into your mother's jewelry box, taking in the faint scent of her floral perfume and watching the beautiful jewels gleam in the light, wishing you could put them on? Naminé was like an eager child, closing the small white box that sat on her table.
It was filled with an assortment of things that all reminded her about one thing, she was nothing, a mere trinket, something of little value. Everything was broken in her jewelry box. A torn ribbon, chipped glass, a locket with its hinges hanging off, a broken porcelain teacup, a pressed star jasmine and a pocket watch that no longer told the time.
They were useless playthings Marluxia had brought her to amuse her during the wait for Sora to arrive to the castle. They weren't much, but it did amuse her for a while. Locked up in that damned room all day, even junk seemed like the jewels from mother's jewelry box.
ribbon
The ribbon was tossed to her the first day she came to the castle. It was fine red satin, but connected solely by a single thread in the middle.
To amuse herself, Naminé had tied the beautiful scarlet ribbon everywhere, on the leg of her chair, on one of her crayons, in her hair.
She adored the ribbon, until it snapped.
glass
The second thing Marluxia brought to her was a glass shoe, only one, she didn't understand why. It was made of blue glass, slightly transparent.
During the days and nights she would play with it, putting on a shoe too big for herself, wobbling across the white floor.
She loved it, holding it up to the light as it shimmered brightly. It was a beautiful thing, until she accidentally dropped it and it shattered.
locket
It was a locket, round and delicate, made of silver, two pictures inside. But the faces of the picture were unknown, since they seemed to be burned off. It was clearly of a woman and a man.
Naminé would draw faces for the woman and the man, a brunet and a redhead, the face of the girl she was supposed to replace, the face of the boy that valiantly fought for the wrong princess.
She liked how the locket gave her inspiration to draw; it made her smile as new faces were made on the paper. But then the screw that held the hinges together slipped and fell somewhere she couldn't find.
teacup
A teacup was given to her after the locket broke. It had a golden handle and rim, purple and gold bottom. Closing her eyes, she pretended to drink tea from the cup.
This time it wasn't her fault that it became junk, but it seemed like it was. Larxene was having one of her tantrums, and with one quick motion out of anger, destroyed the cup.
jasmine
It was a flower. Marluxia made it out of thin air, and shoved it to her two days after the teacup broke. "Amuse yourself." He growled, and stalked off to the other levels of the castle.
The jasmine began to wilt and die, so Naminé pressed it against her white paper, and added it to her collection of broken things.
pocket watch
This curious item delighted her. Pressing the watch against her ear, she heard the rhythmic ticking. Tick, tock, tick tock. It made her smile.
The watch though, stopped ticking eventually.
bagatelle
In her collection of fragmentary things, perhaps the most broken was herself.
She was nothing, nothing at all, lacked the needs of a normal being, and lacked the thing that made her human, a heart. Naminé could only be completed by joining Kairi, someone that was complete, not broken.
Riku told her that he didn't care if she was broken though.
foot-notes: each piece of junk represents a disney princess, ribbon – snow white, glass – cinderella, locket – aurora, teacup – belle, jasmine – jasmine (duh.), and the pocket watch – alice. naminé represents kairi (another big duh!).
