In Caelum Fero
A couple of short stories centering on Roxas, Sora, and Cloud. In Caelum Fero means, in Latin, "raise to the skies." Other than that, I really can't guarantee my Latin grammar. I'm actually not taking it until next year, hahaha.
I don't usually do things like this, but I thought it best to consolidate these.
Of course, I don't own Kingdom Hearts. If I did, Kairi would probably be non-existent, dead, or a matchmaker-type with Selphie, and the rating would go WAY up for lots of slash luuuuuff. Okay, going now.
One Thousand Words
Roxas x Naminé
Romance
Even Naminé got artist's block.
The Destiny Islands proved quite boring after awhile, and the blonde girl would eventually run out of ideas for her sketches. Despite its beautiful, shining beaches, and immaculate waters, and ultimate secluded artist's paradise cliché, it would engulf her hands… eventually, making her draw the same thing over and over.
It was times like these that Naminé would consult Roxas.
Strange- they could meet even when Kairi and Sora were not together. Which wasn't often other than the night tide, as the trio (said two and Riku) was nearly inseparable.
Nevertheless, she'd always quietly call him over and ask him what he thought was the most beautiful word at that split moment.
In truth, it was amazing how often Roxas' opinion changed. Not that Naminé was complaining- it gave much variance to her works, which in turn pleased her greatly.
Sometimes it was snow. Roxas would always go off into a long description afterwards, knowing Naminé's purpose clearly. With great depth he would depict in words the rolling hills covered in ivory, the falling white snowflakes like fairy dust glittering in the moonlight, or the red-gold of a fire's light emanating from a snow-spiderwebbed window.
Sometimes it was of his old home, Twilight Town… with its perpetual warm dimness of crimsons and oranges, falling gracefully upon neutral-colored buildings, or the top of the huge clock tower just before what was considered nightfall; when the sun was at its absolute lowest, still peeking out just above the horizon. He would illustrate the glistening aquamarine of their ice cream melting in sky blue down the stick, glinting ever-so-slightly in the light, with a marble in the other hand.
With each scene a different expression. Naminé would exemplify carefully her companion in her sketches, until she realized that she wasn't drawing his words anymore- just his face.
Inexplicably, she began to enjoy his company more. And…
Her heartbeat quickened, or something like that.
But strangely, he seemed to be more flustered in her presence as well.
Was it…?
Naminé sat closer to Roxas that day. Or maybe it was the other way around- who could tell?
"Ne, Roxas… what's the prettiest word you can think of, right now?"
"Uh, I'd have to say…"
A long pause. Naminé looked up. "… say what?"
With a blush, Roxas looked down. A different expression, which spoke thousands of words, as he spoke instead just one- "Naminé."
Schoolgirlishly, she drew Roxas again… with his blush, and big goofy hearts surrounding him.
