It felt like for the majority of her life, Namine spent it waiting. Waiting had defined her existence for so long, it was strange when she was finally separated from Kairi and joined the hectic fray everyone else was involved in. In the blink of an eye, her life finally took off at breakneck speeds. She went flying out into a world filled with so much danger, but so much freedom now. It was exhilarating but also terrifying. So despite the horrible memories, when she found herself back at Castle Oblivion, it was a comfort to be in familiar surroundings. For the first time in a long time, she finally got to breathe again and slow down to a comfortable pace.
So that was how she got into her current situation, sitting across from the boy who used to share the same fate as her. It isn't awkward per say, but still after they have been through, Roxas was still mostly a stranger to her. They hadn't had time to simply sit down and get to know each other or anything like what Riku said led to friendship. Despite that she still felt drawn to him for some strange reason. It wasn't simply because they shared Somebody's that were best friends, but something deeper, pulling her closer and closer.
It was that strange feeling that made her blurt out, "What's your favorite color?"
Blue eyes stared at her in surprise, and Namine felt a blush paint her checks. "I'm sorry, I was just...just uh-"
"Black," He interrupted her, an equally awkward expression on his face. "I mean the Organization had it everywhere. You either learn to love it or to hate it, and I did the later. It's kinda comforting, strangely enough."
"I guess that makes sense. I mean the same thing basically happened to me with white," She played with the fabric of her new dress. It was much more comfortable, and less likely to tear from the slightest movement, but she had still chosen to go with white for the color.
"Pretty weird," Roxas smiled, a rare sight to see these days. "I wonder how that applies to other people. Did they just see a color and think 'Yes this is mine, forever and forever,' or something?"
"Maybe that happened with Kairi and pink, because she wasn't the biggest fan of it when she was younger, according to Sora."
"When did you have time to have small talk with him?"
"Eh, even amid the chaos, sometimes the universe gives you time to act like everything is normal and ok," She looked over at Roxas, a smile of her own unsure, but ready. "Kinda like now don't you think?"
"I guess," Roxas ran a hand through his hair. "Still it's nice. I mean with war everywhere, getting to gossip about others and have stupid discussions is a rare treat."
Something in Namine clicked into place at his words. It wasn't anything like the stars aligning into place or the pieces of her very fragile and small heart coming together. It was something more subtle, more gentle. She wanted more moments like this in the future. She wanted Roxas in her life. Namine didn't know how or why, but she felt the need with every bone in her body.
"How do you really feel about me?"
Once again Roxas was caught off-guard by her question, however this time, Namine did not relent. She wanted closure of some kind, and she realized she might be able to find it in him.
"This is gonna sound weird, but ok," Roxas sighed once he figured out he couldn't squirm out of this. "We have had only a handful of conversations, but you just feel so comfortable to me, like your presence. It is not just because you remind me of Kairi or...or-" His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember a memory that would just not come back. "-or that other girl. You feel differently to me."
At that moment, Namine wanted to reach across the table and take his hand in her's. She wanted to check to see if he was physical and real. She wanted to feel the warmth that seemed to radiate from him and just touch someone else in a comforting way.
But she didn't. She clasped her hands as tightly together as she could before looking back at the pictures that still were scattered all around. "We should probably get going."
"Yeah we should," Roxas sighed again, however he didn't stand up like she expected. Instead he stayed sitting, looking at her out of the corner of his eye like she was with him. "Still can we stay like this a little longer?"
"That sounds nice." And so the two stayed in the most comfortable silence they had ever experienced together.
A.N. For screamingtrash on tumblr, I'm not very familiar with Rokunami, but I hoped I captured them correctly, almost strangers but at the same time just connected together
