a/n: Warning: Totally un-hetero things happening in the chapter. I'm sorry I didn't warn you guys last chapter, I forget things a lot.
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[Riku]
"Hey."
I raised my head and cracked my neck, loosening up my shoulder muscles as I craned my neck to smile in Sora's direction. I was sitting on the balcony overlooking the school oval attempting to finish up my Modern History homework.
"Sora."
It was weird to see Sora wandering by himself during lunch time. He was always either with the group, or accompanying a friend in some kind of errand.
"Riku, I need to talk to you."
My pleasant smile fell, and I turned back to my work. I didn't like the tone in his voice. I hated it when Sora got serious, it was just so out of character, and I wouldn't like the conversation to come.
He sat down next to me, far too close to my liking, sidled up to me so his knee touched mine. My face flushed in the way I'd become accustomed to when Sora touched me, heat tingling beneath the surface of my skin like little lights.
Back when Sora and I were in elementary he used to make me stop what I was doing when I talked to him. I think he realised now that speaking to people I genuinely cared about made me nervous. I'd never been good at keeping eye contact when my I knew my affection was clear in my gaze. I'd been told a long time ago that I had disgustingly expressive eyes.
"It's about… what you heard, back at Vanitas' sleepover."
"What's the problem?" I said, sounding about as defensive as I felt. "I already knew you liked Ventus. Vanitas and I were just getting a snack when we heard the both of you talking."
I stopped pretending to write notes down and looked at Sora. He had brought his knees up to his chest, his arms folded on top of them, chin resting atop his forearms. He looked small like that.
I needed to stop being so selfish.
Sora was in pain. I could see it in his eyes, just as expressive as my own, if not more.
"Why couldn't I see it before? Ventus has always liked Vanitas. It never had anything to do with not liking me… I don't even think Ventus has the capacity for hate, not like you and me."
"Since when did you hate anyone?" I asked, without even thinking about the question.
Sora raised his shoulders in a silent shrug, "I throw the word around a lot. You've said it yourself, Ri." He lowered his voice a few octaves in a silly attempt to imitate the way I spoke, "'You're so emotional, Sora. You get your head wrapped around something, you're going to believe it.'"
My flush deepened. I turned away from him, looking at the wall surrounding the balcony. I was straight. At least according to everyone that didn't know I had made a permanent residence in the closet, including Sora. Cheerleaders and their bouncing breasts and slim thighs and their skimpy outfits did not appeal to me.
"I hate so easily, and I love so easily…" he murmured, his voice breaking and trailing off. "Sometimes I wish I didn't feel anything."
It ached to see Sora so down. Sora was the resident sunshine in our lives. My life.
I dropped my notes. I wasn't going to get anything done.
"Don't be stupid."
"Riku, I'm sick of being hurt."
"Get over it!" I snapped. I regretted it immediately after I said it.
Sora looked at me with that wounded puppy look he'd perfected and my heart shredded itself. He stared at me with those stupid big blue eyes, lips parted as if he was going to say something. Then he closed his mouth, his bottom lip pouting subconsciously, and then he shifted as if he was getting up.
"Sorry for bothering you."
"Sora," I said, hoping he would actually listen to me for once. But he didn't, and he'd almost regained his footing when I grabbed his hand and he lost balance. Being the clumsy-when-emotional fool he was, he tripped over his own feet and landed directly on top of me. When he tried to seek purchase he grabbed my shoulder and toppled like London Bridge.
The end result was Sora's face floating inches from mine. My heart was beating so loud I was sure he could hear it too. His eyes were watery and I could count the freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose. His eyes darted down (to my lips?) and he gulped loudly.
"Your cologne smells nice," he commented off-handedly.
After another age of awkward silence he retreated and sat back down. My heart was stuck in my throat, so there was no chance of me possibly starting the conversation.
"So… is that why you were always getting in the way when I wanted to flirt with Ventus."
I swallowed down the lump in my throat, "How was I possibly getting in the way?"
"You know, sending either Kairi or Naminé to bother and talk to both of us, feigning that you needed help with biology homework, yelling 'Fibonacci' when things got too awkward?"
I put my hand down so I could drum my fingers against the floor, completely forgetting Sora's leg was there. When I placed my hands on his thigh I felt like retracting it immediately, but he would catch the movement, so I drummed my fingers against his shorts in order to think.
"I-I didn't want to see you get hurt. And you weren't listening to me."
"Well you're already familiar with the finer points of not listening to me," I attempted to joke, but then Sora's head went down again, and his shoulders started shaking.
The alarms went off in my head and I placed my hands on his shoulders. When he didn't respond, I slid them to either side of his face and forced his head up. His eyes were glossy, but he was putting up a strong front, trying not to cry.
"I always fall in love with people I can't have," he blubbered, reaching up to grab my hand. "It's always this problem or that; they're too moody, they hate cheerful people, I'm not their type, too old, too young, long-distance relationship," he muttered, checking off an imaginary list in his head, "or there's someone else, there's always someone else Riku. They're dating my cousin, or they're dating Kairi and I'm not allowed to think of them that way because-"
"Sora."
"-you're not allowed to think about best friends that way because-"
"Sora."
"-they've been with you so long, they've gotten tired of you, and they've got absolutely nothing to gain by thinking of you in the romantic sense-"
"Sora!"
"Riku, I'm trying to ramble here. Can't you-"
"Sora," I said, trying to enunciate my words clearly, as if addressing a five-year-old, "I'm dating Kairi."
For a few seconds everything comes to a standstill and I wait in dreaded anticipation for Sora's next move. He's stock still, processing what I've said, and what he's accidentally said in his brain.
Sora indirectly admitted that he likes me- in a romantic sense.
Basically, I'm having trouble functioning properly.
I'm pretty much on autopilot when I lean forward to press his lips to mine.
I expected him to push me away, or slap me or something, but I was completely shocked when he started kissing me back. The pleasurable buzz in the back of my head overcame all my senses. Before I knew it we were on the floor and Sora was underneath me, gasping as I ran my lips under his ear and down his neck. I don't even know where this pent-up lust came from, but in seconds I was draped over Sora like a sexually-repressed curtain and sliding my hands underneath his shirt.
He caught himself in the middle of a moan and slapped me so hard I saw stars. Then he wiggled out from under me and made a lame attempt at fixing himself up.
"You're a scumbag!" he shouted at me. I was about to retort, but he laced his hands at the top of his head and said, "And you've made me a scumbag for cheating on Kairi- well, you cheated, I friend-cheated, and I'm still a disgusting person for doing-"
"Sora, it's okay, she's-"
I was about to yell, 'She's my beard' but Sora was having none of it.
"Riku, shut your pretty mouth! There is nothing that could remedy this situation."
I reached out in a vain attempt to stop him, but he'd already disappeared around the corner. I looked down at myself, shirt somehow unbuttoned and hair mussed from Sora's greedy hands. Plus, a half-hard boner to go with a side order of guilt.
Great.
[Naminé]
"Dear students,"
Oh fuck, not another one.
I had just been talking to Xion about the latest Witch mural scrawled at a popular smoking spot on the Play Island Pier. Pence was recording the both of us with his camera. He said he was creating an exposé on the mystery that was Witch.
I was just about to finish my Nobody monster series when I realised there was a red post-it note on the tarp covering my canvas. I wasn't the only one though, several other students had red post-its on their sculptures, and there was a computer with post-its that completely covered the screen.
"Following the talent scouts from Hollow Bastion Art Institute, Hollow Bastion School of Music, and Hollow Bastion Academy of Dance and Entertainment, I decided to look into the promising works as well."
I did not like where this was going.
"I was completely disgraced with the reoccurring themes in this grade's work! Nudity, drugs, political statements, mental illness, gore, anti-authority, and racial work! This is not the kind of publicity I want to gather for this school!"
I felt a tingling sensation at the base of my spine. Xion tapped my wrist, and I realised that I had been holding my mechanical pencil so hard it was bent. I wasn't a big fan of dainty Asian stationary to begin with (this was a present from Kairi) but I was surprised I was worked up enough to bend it.
"If your work has been flagged with a red note, then you are to discard the project and restart another one instantly."
I didn't even hesitate to slam the pencil into the desk so hard it lodged itself into the wood, "THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!"
I had to remind myself that my fellow art students (save Xion and Pence) didn't know it was me under the new hair and make up. But my rousing exclamation brought several more students to their feet.
"New Girl is right!" yelled another boy.
"We only have four more months until the High School Certificate!"
"We've worked on these projects for seven months now, we don't have time to start another one and get the marks to get into university!" Pence said.
"DIA is already dealing with enough bad publicity as it is. All complaints will be ignored, from this point on if you're caught with or practicing a distasteful work you will be sentenced to detention, and forbidden from using the school supplies for such monstrosities.
"That is all."
Despite Ms. Benson's protests, all the art students joined the music students who joined the dance students in their revolt and stormed into the front office, demanding that they get to see the principle and plead their case. I was so fucking mad. But a lot of people were so fucking mad, and we all knew that telling off 'The Red Queen' as Principle Carter was sometimes dubbed, was definitely a bad idea.
In the end, our demanding banging on her door earned everyone who managed to fit in the foyer a detention. I was one of those standing outside trying to get in, but were quickly disbanded when our secretary told us Principle Carter would not be seeing anyone who took any of the creative arts.
I couldn't believe this.
That night, after I changed, I went back to my favourite park and spent a lot of time contemplating things.
Personally, I didn't think Carter had enough power to do the things she was doing. Blackmailing students? Forcing us to reinvent our major works? Did she get off making us miserable? What kind of sick, sadistic game was she playing? Did… Did all of this hatred stem from the fact that she hadn't caught Witch yet? Would she even think to ban the full force of creative arts if she'd managed to catch Witch by now?
Maybe… Maybe this was all my fault?
I released a stream of smoke into the night.
I was lying down in the condom swing. If I haven't so aptly described it before, the condom swing is a caved-in platform suspended by three large chains, hanging from the apex of four curved poles in a munted square pyramid. The platform itself was made out of some kind of woven material I'm sure I would have recognised if I was some kind of textile student, the edges were made of hard foam, which I was currently dangling my legs off. Lying down like I was, the platform felt all kinds of empty.
I watched the smoke twirl and waft away in the evening air. I didn't think life could get any worse for me.
"Hey."
Oh, I take that back.
"Roxas, I feel miserable enough as it is. What do you want?"
"I just…" From my position, I saw Roxas walk alongside the swing edge before positioning himself so his back just barely touched the platform. "Vanitas and Kairi are the only people I can really talk to about this really bad situation. But- they've got other things to worry about."
"Glad to know I was your third choice to vent," I replied snarkily.
He turned his head so I could see the corner of his eyes, eyebrows bent into an expression of pain. I felt bad for being mean.
"Sorry."
"Nah," he sighed, "It's fine. I've been kind of a jerk lately."
I just dragged again, not knowing how I was meant to respond to that. I agreed, but I also knew he was entitled to be a jerk to me, knowing the absolute bullshit I put him through. I wondered how he was processing the information.
I raised my hips so I could wriggle out my cigarette case from the back of my short pockets. "You want one?"
He turned around and regarded the offer for a long time before nodding, taking it and the lighter I contained in the front pocket of my jacket. Smoking is bad for you, I know. You don't have to give me that spiel, I am well aware. But there was something so sexy about boys and their first steady exhale, pretty pale lips parted to release puffs of chemicals. I liked it. Sue me.
Roxas grimaced a little, "What are these?"
"Menthol cigarettes," I said. "How come you didn't bother to ask me when I was Witch? I was smoking these all the time."
He shrugged. I guess he didn't want to get on her nerves, but it was perfectly okay to question me.
"So, what do you plan to do about it?"
"…The thing that I was working on for the last seven months? It wasn't actually what I was going to submit for my final work."
Roxas choked a little before turning around to face me, "What?!"
"It's not my major work," I said simply.
"Well, then what were you planning to submit for your major work?"
I sat up then, holding my hands out behind me to support my torso. I used a hand to cover my mouth and I looked away in embarrassment, face turning red.
"I… After you- you know, found out the truth about me, I was going to piece together every single mural I've created since the end of last year, and…"
"You were going to reveal yourself as Witch?"
I gulped, then nodded.
"And you're saying you were going to do this for me?"
"Well…" I rocked back until I was lying down again, "You were what made me decide on it, but it's for me as well. I can't come up with an idea for a major work that would be better than all my murals combined, so this would make everything easier."
"How are you going to prove the murals are yours?"
"I've been video-taping myself on my iPhone, and the original concept sketches are all in my VA diary- you know that."
He nodded, "I do. But, what if you get charged for the tags?"
She shrugged, "Taggist aren't dealt anything more than a few hours of community service if you avoid messing up historical or expensive sites. I always aim for canvases that are blank and shoddy to begin with."
"But, if you reveal that you're Witch, then won't Principle Carter expel you?"
"Rox, you send the evidence of major works after graduation. I'm going to be fine."
"Not if Principle Carter says you can't work on it."
"I don't care what that bitch has to say, she's not telling me what I can and can not submit to The Board of Studies."
"I wish I had your courage," he admitted, turning around so that he was facing me, hands on the edge of the swing.
"You know, the talent scout for Hollow Bastion School of Music said I had a place guaranteed once I finished my major work… but- I won't be able to do it now."
"Why can't you continue with your work? What themes do you think 'ruined' your work?" In Principle Carter's stupid stupid opinion.
Roxas shrugged, "I guess because it was all based on post-apocalyptic scenarios. I guess she thinks I'm going to shit all over the beliefs of Creationism."
"It sounds awesome." Even when Roxas and I were still talking/dating, he wouldn't show me what he was working on. He said this was something he didn't want me to see until I was finished. "Why don't you keep working on it?"
"Naminé, I can't work on a fake major work at the same time as a real one. The fake one is going to be utter shit."
"Why not though?… That's what I was going to do."
"Principle Carter is going to be monitoring our work. How are you going to thoroughly fool her into thinking your fake project is your real one?"
"I don't have to," I replied, "If I can pretend she's broken my spirit, then I can carry on with as terrible a fake project as I damn well please."
"This is ridiculous."
"No, Roxas. Carter is ridiculous. High school is ridiculous. I am sick of pretending that they can make me conform into the perfect student. I am not perfect. I am going to fight for what I believe in, even if it means temporarily submitting so I can wait for a chance to attack."
"Are you serious?"
"It's bigger than you or me," I said vaguely, remembering that if Olette didn't fess up my identity, she was going to get expelled. I needed to do something about Carter, or the grades below our own were going to suffer the same plights.
"What do you mean?"
So that night, I disclosed to Roxas Olette's situation, and he revealed to me that there was a betting pool in order about the identity of Witch, and how long she could handle being under Carter's pressure. There were students being paid in grades if they handed over any information about me.
This had to stop.
Before I began speaking, I invited Roxas to sit down and he rolled into the space left next to me, and while I tried to remain pissed, I scolded myself for being excited that he was talking to me again, and lying next to me again.
"Is she really blackmailing Olette?"
"Well, I'm not fully sure she's telling the entire truth. She's OIette after all," I said, trying to make it come off as a joke, but Roxas frowned and shook his head.
"Why would you say that? Olette isn't like that."
"Like what?" I replied. "Like a conniving bitch? Because she most certainly is that Roxas."
"No she isn't."
"Well, not to you."
"Listen," he said, voice stern and fully of an authority that really pissed me off, "Just because you're Witch, and you have a different genius-slash-insane way of seeing the world, doesn't mean you get to talk down to people."
I raised my head and leant on my bent arm, glaring daggers at Roxas. "I am not an elitist, Roxas."
"That's what it sounds like."
"I'm not being mean to Olette because she's a popular ex-cheerleader," I snarled at him. "I'm not even being mean because she used to have a relationship with you. I am being mean to her because I am petty, and cruel, and while she was busy kissing your ass, she was making my life a living Hell. So don't you dare assume I am so conceited when I have spent my existence believing I am unworthy of an opinion."
Roxas didn't reply for a while, but when he wasn't red in the face anymore, he said, "You really can't trust Olette about something this important?"
I released a long sigh. I'd take that as Roxas' apology. I was the same, too proud to admit I was wrong over small victories.
"I can't, Rox. Not yet. She's changing my opinion, but she was the one who brought me to Carter in the first place."
"Good point. Why did Olette hate you so much that she would bring you to Carter?"
I flushed and looked down. Adjusting myself so I was lying down opposite him again, "I'll tell you the reason," YOU, "if you tell me what's the theme for your major project."
His answer was immediate, "No." He shook his head, smiling because of some stupid inside joke.
"C'mon," I pouted, "You know the theme of mine."
"Stop it," he laughed, "I'm still angry at you for what you said about Olette."
"Olette, Olette, Olette. What are you? In love with her or something?" I joked once again.
"What? No, I'm in love with y…" he trailed off, eyes catching mine as he stared at me earnestly. "Sorry."
To dispel the awkwardness, I wiggled so I was looking up at the night sky. For a second, saying, 'Good, because I'm not sure Kairi would be too happy about you stealing her girlfriend away' but I was, in essence, someone that hated throwing people 'under the bus' (as someone who had been thrown under it far too many times).
We were lying in the swing opposite each other, so Roxas' shoulder was level with my hip. My head was level with his knees and my right hand lay inches from his left.
"So… are you sure I can't do anything to make you reveal even the slightest inkling of the major work?"
Roxas smiled, pressing his forehead to my thigh, "I've missed you."
Which part? I wondered.
"All of you."
"God, did I say that out loud?"
He chuckled, and the sound was beautiful. For a few precious moments I could believe everything was right in the world. But I caught myself.
"Roxas, you're making staying away from you awfully hard."
"You have the same affect on me," he muttered, his hot breath leaving goosebumps on my skin. "I mean, appearing like that, at school?"
"Are you saying that if I stuck to boring old brown-eyed, brunette Naminé, you wouldn't want to talk to me?"
"Stop putting words in my mouth, Nami." My heart fluttered at the sound of the familiar nickname. "I mean it was nice seeing you, as you, and no one else for a bit."
"You think?"
"Yeah… But I have to admit, the fishnet stockings and incredibly short skirt was a definite plus in my book."
"Shut up."
I laughed like I hadn't in what felt like forever.
"Naminé, you have a huge influence over the students here. You could probably convince other kids to do what you're doing with your major work."
"I don't think so…"
"Sure you can. There are a lot of people that look up to you."
"I don't think people are loyal enough that they'd follow me in screwing up their academic future."
"You don't get it Nami; you can use Witch influence to make others follow in the same path that you're going, creating your major work at the same time as a phoney pathetic project."
"If others are as adverse to the idea as you were, then how are we going to convince them?"
Roxas sighed and angled his head so he met my eyes, "Well… how good are you at rousing speeches?"
"What will said speech contain?"
"Curtain metaphors."
"Fuck you."
After that, we called Pence at a completely inappropriate time, but he was totally for the idea of recording what Roxas was stupidly calling a 'revolution'. Since I was in my normal attire, he didn't film us speaking about the details of Roxas' plan, but he did record our audio. I always knew Pence was a smart cookie, but I expected him to be at least a little surprised when he found out I was Witch. He even promised to edit together my shoddy filming for my own major work, as well as help me with future murals.
"Are you really okay with revealing that you're Witch, Naminé? I mean, I'm sure people have their suspicions now, but once it's done you can't take it back."
I looked over to Roxas, who was busy looking over a notebook with the beginnings of my speech on it.
I'll do it for you.
"Yes."
"Okay. Are you ready to begin the biggest revolt in DIA history?"
[Naminé]
When I returned from the park it was five o'clock a.m. Not the best time to encounter your angry step-mom sitting at the kitchen table with the phone sitting in front of her.
"Kairi! Naminé's home!" Aurora screeched.
"Shit…"
"You're already in enough trouble as it is, young lady, do not make it worse with profanity."
What I normally did when I planned to sneak out at night time was place my wig over one of my round pillows. It normally worked but.
"You don't think you could have actually fooled me by placing the dank brown wig on your pillow. Naminé, you don't even wear the stupid thing anymore."
When we were thirteen, Aurora used to believe 'stupid' was a bad word. What a prude.
Kairi walked into the kitchen in her pyjamas, yawning loudly, "What's up?"
Aurora looked like an anime character about to pop a gasket, "'What's up' is that your sister snuck out last night and has only just returned. Do you have any idea how worried I was? Do you have any idea how worried I get whenever you do this?"
"You know?" I murmured.
"Yes, I know," Aurora said, her voice going soft as she walked up to me and held my face in both her hands, "Naminé, you're such a pretty girl. You have to remember that there are dangers in this city; vandals, robbers, drug dealers, rapists."
"I can take care of myself," I growled, irritated because I was sleepy, and angry, because I had been on a buzz of positive energy until Aurora screamed in my face.
"No you can't," Aurora said. "You might think you're on top of things, but what happens when one of those wretched people hold a gun to your head? The occurrences are very rare, but they do happen."
I looked down. One of Aurora's stupid lectures had actually gotten through to me.
"Sorry," I said. "Next time I go out, I'll bring my phone."
"I'd prefer it if you come home by five o'clock," she replied.
I tried to think of a nicer way to say 'No'.
"Aurora, I'm almost an adult, and I'd like to keep my waking hours flexible." I could see behind Aurora that Kairi was miming slitting her own throat. "I know today was excessive, but I was speaking to Roxas and Pence about something incredibly important."
Aurora's pretty face pinched into one of malice, "Roxas? I thought you were finished associating with that hooligan."
"Roxas is not a hooligan," I snarked back at her.
"Most of your friends; that Riku, Vani-something, Sora. They're all bad influences."
This time, Kairi moved to stand in front of me, her expression awake and serious as she said, "Hold on a second; how are Riku and Sora bad influences? Riku is incredibly studious, and Sora is the kindest person I know."
Aurora crossed her arms and said, "I'm not saying they're bad people it's just…"
"Just what?" Kairi demanded cautiously.
"Kairi I don't want you to be influences by people of… their nature."
"Aurora, are you really saying what I think you're saying?" Kairi snarled at her.
"Don't take that tone with me."
"I will take that tone, because if you're insulting homosexuals, then you're insulting me!"
"What?!" Aurora staggered back, aghast. "I knew this generation was doomed to be drugged-up misfits bringing society down."
"Don't you dare speak about them in a degrading way, because it's believing that we're not as good as you that makes you a lesser being."
I thought Kairi had finally put her in her place, but Aurora just started crying as she said, "You're one of them! I don't understand, you were raised in the exact same way as Naminé. How come you've turned out this way? I knew that if you stuck to them their disgusting ways would contaminate you somehow."
"Hey, fuck you, Aurora. You're saying I'm not clean? Naminé's not a virgin anymore."
"Kairi!" I growled.
"You're both big disappointments."
I laughed sarcastically, "I smoke too!"
"The both of you! I'm going to call your father." Aurora wiped at her tears and pointed to our room. "I-I can't deal with this. You're not going to school today. Just stay in your rooms. The last thing I want is for you to talk to those bad influences."
Kairi looked like he was about to protest but I held my finger to my lips, telling her to be silent. She mumbled about Aurora being an absolute bitch, and I could not agree with her more, but I couldn't really care for that now. I needed to be at school so Roxas and Pence could explain the ultra-secret campaign we'd planned last night. We needed to begin traction now. Our grade was running out of time.
I ignored the looks I got from Kairi when she saw me put my Witch make-up kit in my bag, as well as an extra set of clothes. I couldn't explain it to her now, not when there was a good chance Aurora was listening on the other side of the door. It was a good thing Aurora wasn't the brightest when she was angry, otherwise she would have remembered that our window also happened to be the fire escape.
[Kairi]
Sora slammed into me so hard I thought I'd have a concussion.
"DID YOU AND RIKU REALLY BREAK UP?!"
I was in the middle of reapplying my makeup, but it now looked like I'd been painted on by a deranged three-year-old.
"Sora…"
I was already in a bad enough mood as it was; having been called a crime against nature too early in the morning.
"Tidus said that Rikku said that Garnet said that Vivi saw the both of you break up this morning."
"That's right," I said, in a tone you would use for particularly stupid people, "It wasn't working out between the both of us and we mutually decided to break it off. We're still gurlfrans though, so calm your jets, Sor."
I watched Sora in the mirror's reflection, turning scarlet as he sat on the bench. Did I mention we were in the girl's bathroom? But the ladies at our school had come to expect seeing Sora in there. It wasn't like he was a sexual predator. It was hard to see Sora as anything but cluelessly friendly.
"It… It didn't have anything to do with me?"
I did want to yell 'Not everything revolves around you', but in this case it was; Riku was freaking out because Sora thought he was cheating on me, and this glorious mess had to come to an end. I fixed my lipstick, a bold statement considering Principle Carter had gone balls to the wall with the uniform/conforming fiasco.
"No."
"Hey Kairi… do you think Riku might not be as straight as he lets on."
"How do you figure?" I asked, applying mascara.
"Well, he's always looking at me as if's sad, or sleepy, and I don't want to assume anything, but he really liked to conveniently ruin any chance I ever had with Ven."
I exhaled out of my nose, patting him lightly on the cheek, "I'd love to provide all the answers you need, Honey, but they're just not mine to give."
tbc.
a/n: Something to be noted about me: I keep chickening out of Tumblr roleplay blogs. Seriously, I need to quit it (and by 'quit it' I mean START it), but I want it to be an art blog, and I don't know if I can get back into my constant drawing-a-day swing of things. By the way, if you didn't get the memo I've opened up a DeviantART account under the same name. Check it out. All the art is in the scrapbook though. Oh, and I've got Word. *happy dance*
update: I've started a Tumblr alternate universe roleplay blog with Naminé. If you're interested in following, the username is 'witchdblanc'.
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