#oedhero

            ❝ Roxas? Is something wrong? ❞ She looks at the blond with concern, brows knitted together in worry. If she recalled, he had said his memories of the Organization were a little fuzzy... Was he remembering something, staring off into space like that? Or perhaps it was simply the weather... Days were getting hotter now, after all. 

        The night sky is a wide expanse of stars and planets. To the less-discerning eye, that is all they would be; twinkling lights adding only to the well-lit city that stretched out before her. It is a beautiful view, in that simply taking it in gives one some perspective. In comparison to the depths of Space and all its mysteries, it’s hard not to feel incredibly small and insignificant; a pinprick on the map of the universe. ❝If you squint, you can see Ursa Major right up there,❞ a hand outstretches towards the sky, index finger indicating the constellation she’d pointed out.

  A HEARTBEAT &  a balance of breath as he pauses         ❛  my apologies but . . . where exactly did you say you were from ?  ❜

send for a gesture with naminéaccepting && not accepting@oedhero

❃ = dancing with them .

          Naminé was not feeling all that good about herself at the moment, she just sat in her chair, having gone back to the Old Mansion where she’d taken refuge for now. Sure, she’d be safer with Master Yen Sid and the others, but she just didn’t feel a part of it… It wasn’t their fault, of course, they were all so kind, but she just didn’t feel like she deserved such kindness. A mentality all of her captors have instilled in her.

          Besides, she has company in Roxas, who’d check up on her. They were there and Roxas had attempted to get her out of the stuffy old building. With her unwillingness at first, the room was quite before his hand took hold of hers. No effort needed to get her out of her seat, and soon both of her hands were taken in his. Indigo blue stared at their hands in confusion and surprise, before he began to move them back and forth, moving her entire body side to side with the movement.

           He kept it up, no words, no music, nothing but the sound of their footsteps, the shuffle of clothing, and light breathing. It doesn’t take long for her frown to slowly turn up into a smile, moving along with him instead of him guiding himself and her movements. It was different, she never, ever danced before in the short existence she lived, so it was a new experience to be shared with someone a lot like her.

( what i pictured writing this )