Naminé: We're..nothing but wolves in sheep's clothing. Im..trying not to howl.
"I..told you that you didn't have to get me anything.." She said quietly, fingering through the pages of the new notebook she had just received. Marluxia had bought her it for Valentine 's Day. She didn't understand why he would do things like this.
"You needed a new one, right? Figured this would be as good of a time as ever to get you one."
That was true. Her last drawing pad had been all used up, and she was going to have to go buy a new one eventually. She...just hadn't expected him to grab her one.
Deciding to break it in, she flipped over the front cover and grabbed one of the higher B pencils and began to trace lines across the paper. Naminé said nothing as she kept this up, though she could sense that Marluxia was still watching her.
"You'll be able to go far with that ability of yours, you know."
She picked up her kneaded eraser and pushed it to a tip, and started to clear some of the lines. "Do you think? I don't know if it would be something I could do much with."
She hears Marluxia shift in his seat across from her at the table, and hear him pick up his glass of tea. "I do. There are plenty of directions you could go with it. It could take you wherever you want."
Setting the pencil down, she hesitates for a moment before picking another up—lower number, but still a B. Naminé brushes the bad off carefully, and begins to fill in some important details.
"I'm not sure. I don't think I'm that good.."
"You've been cultivating that talent of yours for years. It would be a shame to let it all go to waste."
Naminé stops. She analyzes the array of lines and strokes that litter her paper, and you can tell that it's a loose outline of what could be. Decision made, she decides to pick up an H. A low number, but after this she'll be nearly done. She couldn't be hasty. "You think? I'd..hate to mess up at a crucial moment."
She hears Marluxia chuckle then. She starts outlining the bars, and the table, and adding numerous darker shades to amplify the picture when she hears him speak again. "I think we both know that you wouldn't have to worry about that."
And then she smiles. She stops, puts down her pencil, and without hesitation picks up a high H and continues. "I'm sure you would love to watch how things would turn out. You...that has always been your thing. Even if it..all crumbles down, you'd have seen it all from the beginning."
"You're right," he says, and she doesn't break her strokes. She simply listens as she draws. "But I've been watching you for a long time, little Naminé. You're no better than that bird in an unlocked cage, giving its owner a false sense of security that you intended to stay forever, all on your own free will. No locked gates. Simply trust."
And then she sets down her pencil, and covers her mouth with a small, tentative laugh. She liked Marluxia, and she knew that he never had to lift his eyes from his glass to notice the small bird perched in a cage that occupied her paper. She also knew this whole conversation had nothing to do with drawing.
"Never trust a witch," she says simply, dropping her hand so that she can freely smile in his direction. Naminé watches him, and she catches the sharp look in his eyes when he smirks right back.
"Never trust a witch, indeed."
Naminé secretly liked their relationship best. Even over her brother. Because the magical thing was that they never had to say much to understand each other. They had a secret understanding of what was going on, and the world never had to know. Marluxia knew she played around with people's emotions, and molded her own to fit into certain situations. In a way, Naminé was the person that Marluxia could be, if he had the capacity of proper emotions. It was on that concept that their relationship was built. She picked up the eraser and twisted it a bit-she realized that was like what she was. She could be twisted into any shape you need, and slowly erase the locks protecting your heart.
It was magical indeed. Like a supernova. A flash before death.
