#daemonflorescence

Yeah, no. She wasn’t going to win this way--  With one hard push, Runa attempted to disengage and jump away to give her enough room between her and Marluxia.

“W-w-wait.... hold on.” She unsummons her keyblade and rubs at her eyes trying to make sure she’s not seeing things.

With a basket of grapes, baguettes, and a bottle of cognac, around her arm, Esmeralda drew closer to the Notre Dame cathedral. Reaching the stone steps, the dancer quirked a brow as she took notice of a tall man, dressed in unusual clothing, nothing that has been worn by any other Parisian. Dawdling over to the man, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Hello? Are you here to pray?”

                        “--Lauriam not apologizing? What else is new? Is an Ageless going to tell me my life is worth living and that I’m not a joke?”

“Me? I’m already here silly. Unless..” She hums and starts taking out the ribbons in her hair, only to place one on the top of her head to make a bow. “Ta-da!” She let out a soft laughter as she tilted her head to look at him. “What’s the matter? There’s no smile on your face. Something happen?”

☽. "And here I thought I’ve gone and spilled a precious vat of perfume in my purse again...” She remarks, encircling the petal dowsed fellow with mild intrigue. “...but no! It’s only an incredibly fragrant man. I'd better thank my lucky stars.”

Kairi squinted curiously, as she recognized the man previously known as Marluxia from the Organization. However, she knew that wasn’t his real name, now that he’d been recompleted. Now that he was his original self, Kairi wanted to know more. “Hey, it’s you!” she called out to him with a wave. “What’s new?” She figured there was no reason not to be friendly.