#comfy.......

okay but i'm delusional but listen. listen to the potential of him being Nice

@lightnull

For how long?  Xion can’t help but wonder.  Naminé wanders, hates being tied down; Xion gets it.  She has four homes, at least, and drifts between worlds like a wanderer.  But it isn’t the same as it is with Naminé, who disappears and can’t be found, who doesn’t want to be found —— sometimes, not even by Xion.

She’s trying to respect that.  Trying not to let that convince her that Naminé doesn’t want to be near her.  (  naminé is quiet and strong and at times affectionate; but it’s harder for xion to find it in her than with others.  )  She’s grateful for the time that Naminé is here, though — and trying to let that time be enough.

“I’m happy, then,” Xion replies with a smile, bright, eyes closing.  “I’m always happy when you’re here, Naminé.”

“Always?” She asks.

“Yeah.”  It’s true.  Even when things are tense or sharp, it is always better to be with Naminé than without her.  “That’s why I gave you that charm — so you’d always find your way back to us.  To me.”

Namine smiles, after a beat; a small thing, but, Xion thinks, sincere.  Xion thinks of the bracelet she wears; a gift from Naminé, one with Naminé has a match.  To keep them together.  Naminé is quiet and strong and affectionate in ways that Xion is learning to see better.  Like this moment, together.  Like half of a shell, shared between them.

Twice drags the throwover from the common area's couch to carefully drape over them.

+1 blanket