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she hears the sound of waves first, even feels a soft breeze caressing her cheek. for a fleeting moment, she believes she might be in destiny islands; soon after she acknowledges her mistake. this was no real place, but a dream state of sorts - one that changed frequently, taking the form of whichever memories were the strongest within her somebody’s heart. she closes her eyes and takes a small breath: it was as if she could actually smell the scent of salt in the air! once she realizes she is not alone, once she hears a pair of familiar steps behind her, she grins. their encounters weren’t very frequent; that’s why she made sure to treasure each second she spent with the other.

“hello, roxas.”

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Namine had no idea how she got herself into this mess.

Earlier today she was just in her literature class, discussing Wuthering Heights. She went out to eat with her buddy, Kairi, and then after she had some free time to work on her portfolio for the art internship she was applying for. Overall, a great day. 

It was also a very tiring day.

While Namine did enjoy her literature class, it was her earliest class of the week. She had to wake up at five o’clock sharp every Thursday just to drag herself out of bed. Thursday was a nice day, though. Every Thursday when Namine left her apartment, she got a glimpse of her neighbor from down the hall. To be blunt, he was attractive, hot even. Always admiring him from afar, and seeing as he left as early as herself, Namine didn’t mind waking up so early if she could get a peek of his side profile every morning.

It was a lot harder to readjust to civilian life than Saix had ever given it credit for, Isa was realizing. His extended trip through the worlds had been vital to getting his head on straight, but it hadn't exactly helped with establishing any kind of normalcy. Isa really didn't have a clue anymore how to just relax and exist without the structure and demands of the Organization.

At least there were always Heartless that needed fighting (as if that were a positive, overall, but it was something familiar). It put him enough in that old mindset that when he turned the corner and saw Roxas on his walk back afterwards, Isa didn't immediately register anything odd about that. Only when it was too late to pass without being seen did Isa remember, and he stopped in place. What was...the appropriate thing to do in this situation? Roxas had every reason to avoid him, so was it better to greet him or ignore him? Isa set his jaw and made a decision.

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She was lost.

Her captors had left her to fend for herself, something that couldn’t really be considered hazardous considering the fact that Naminé was much like a young, shy child. With no direction she would not act.

And so she stood there.

What had they called this place again? The Castle That Never Was...? Regardless, it was huge and Naminé couldn’t leave it even if she tried. Attempting to do so would only get her lost, and the blonde wasn’t willing to receive a scolding from any of the people who had found her.

Just as she’s resolved herself to standing in place, the witch spots something--or someone--out of the corner of her eye. A boy. He doesn’t appear to have noticed her, and for a moment she thinks little of it. If someone need her then they’ll come to her, or so she’s learned to think since her time coming here.

Gradually, however, Naminé finds herself growing ... curious. This boy, unlike the tall strangers she’s seen, does not appear intimidating or cruel. In fact he appears almost familiar, but that is impossible. She is a nobody without memories and as such, no comrades. 

Even so this does not stop her from approaching the other after a short while of contemplation. She reaches him within a few strides, but silence lingers soon after. He doesn’t appear interesting in starting a conversation, and so Naminé soon comes to the conclusion that it is up to her.