goodbye.

@wiindus  /  broken dolls & broken glass & ice & (  …  ) flowers?

Despite watching the hand lift and raise towards her face, she’s still startled by the touch, shoulders going briefly rigid.  Yet the fear goes as quick as it came, eyes half - lidding in apparent delight as she realizes his intention.  Oh!  Tucked behind her ear —— and it’s so pretty.  A hand raises to press to the flora gently / carefully, and a bright, helpless giggle flutters past her too - pale lips.  What a sweet gift, and it’s her favourite colour, too.

“Thank you, Ven!  It is pretty!”  She watches his face go happier —— he’s all but glittering in the bright warmth of his joy.  Impossible for the mirror girl not to reflect it.  And he says it — reminded him of her?

That startles her; she feels her lips part and her eyes widen.  Of her?  There’s a brief but savage rejection that flits through her skull; she is the opposite of this.  Flowers are growth and life and softness and flowers are PRETTY and she is ———— a doll / glass / the aftermath of something / crystal ice / barely even a girl.  And he thinks that she is…

He thought of her.

He thinks that she is like the flower tucked into her hair.

It’s strange that she feels tears pressing at her eyes, and not so strange that she rapidly blinks them away before laughing, bright as his joy, and grabbing Ventus in a hug that’s only a little awkward.

He thinks she is like something ALIVE and BEAUTIFUL.

     ❛  c’mon, xion… i’m sure it’ll be fine!  ❜ he says it with a grin in place that promised things would most definitely not be fine, but when has that ever stopped him? fork in hand takes apart the delicacy before them and there’s no drop of shame in the bite he indulges in. ❛  if the others wanted to have some, then they shouldn’t have been late!  ❜

@lightmimic​  //  deserves a starter!

     he supposes there is some truth to her words ; there’s nothing like the feeling of reuniting with old friends / like the feeling of returning home. a nod of agreement is given but the emotion never reaches his eyes. ❛  ah.. yeah.. i guess you’re right.  ❜ as if awoken from a daze, sora offers a particularly weak smile as compensation. ❛  sorry —— i dunno where that came from!  ❜