At first, having to serve as jailor for the white witch had been an ordeal. Hours of threats, taunts and tedious future labors had forced him to acquiesce to the 'small' task.
Apparently, she needed company. Something that was completely beyond his ability to give. Sure, he could just stand there, greet her and sink into the pages of a book or calmly plan out their movements… but that was no different from what the other had done. So, he stood a ways back from the doorway, analyzing the young girl within.
She doesn't notice him for a while, concentrating on the sketches she is making. But when she does, and he refuses to move towards her, Naminé shyly made her way to him.
And, apparently just because she could, wrapped her arms about him. Only a couple lingering thoughts about a scythe aimed at him kept Zexion where he was, staring at the girl.
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Naminé is quite astounded when she realizes that he isn't like her other captors, with an exuberant if aggressive assumed personality. The slate-haired man (boy?) is quiet, choosing to retreat and speak to her rather than taunt or trace metal near her skin.
She doesn't know just what to make of him… so she goes off on what she wishes someone would make of her.
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He doesn't know what drags him up to her gilded prison anymore. There are no looming threats about him…
But she was abnormally kind to him. And that, the kindness… it was addictive. Anything that made him feel real was.
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Naminé is slightly amazed at his continued visits. For once, he had leant minimally into her arms, had lingered for a second closer to her. It wasn't the Zexion that had come once, obliged, to guard her.
She very nearly jumps when, spontaneously, it is him drawing her near.
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He has to stay away now. It's counter-productive to cling to her. She was no drug-like being, with the touch of reality at her pale fingertips.
But apparently, his mind has already decided he can't stay away. So he edged back upstairs, half-glaring at the white walls.
"I couldn't stay away…"
When he gets a heart, he'll make sure that this is no illusion. That there is some true attachment…
But for now, he lets Naminé hold him close; the desperate edge of her grip giving him a hint that yes, she missed him as well.
A.N. – gaaah… went over the limit. Sorry! In any case… this being me, the pairing was probably expected.
And: many thanks for the reviews on the last (crack-filled) chapter kupo!