#wiindus

‘ ven. ’ 

it’s been too long since they’ve spoken  ,  terra thinks  ,  &  he offers the blonde a kind smile when he approaches.  he wonders if it’ll get easier  ,  adjusting to everything now that he’s....well  ,  now that he’s  himself  again.  it’s strange  ,  &  he crosses his arms before he speaks  ,  looking down. 

@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.

Now those shards have aligned themselves into images of a past he remembers too vividly.  Angling and readjusting to show the face of the feckless youth who is gone.  Taken away,  soul and flesh and every part of himself stolen so thoroughly away that he may as well have never existed.  And yet the evidence of that past remains and it is this one boy,  too pure of heart to understand that loss,  that has come searching for what he may never have again.  

amused   smile   plays   on   her   lips   ,     offering   him   a   knowing   look   ;    how   used   to   her   costars’   actions   has   she   become   ?    arms   folded   over   her   chest   ,    head   tilts   in   the   direction   of   the   panel     (     they’re   short   on   time   ,    after   all   .     )       ❛       you   brought   the   armour   again   ?       ❜