Early Morning Innocence [Closed, Rook] | World Destiny
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Nightfall: Chapter 2
Two years after the events of Dream Drop Distance, the Darkness became so great that it swallowed the worlds, locking them away within its merciless abyss.
Twilight Town, now covered in eternal night, stands as one of last Sanctuaries of Light. It is where players begin their journey.
Ever resourceful, the Moogles have created a safe place for refugees. They have charged the Denizens of Light with finding Castle Oblivion: it holds a key to the puzzle of the lost worlds.
But within the dark shadows of the sanctuary world a powerful dark force still looms, waiting to strike. Each survivor must choose whether to go to Castle Oblivion or stay behind to protect the world from the dragon that lurks in the shadows.
It was early in the morning. The sky was just getting a bit lighter, the birds chirping, people bustling about. It was signs of life beginning to mend itself, to make itself normal again.
Laurel was curled up, as per usual, in a makeshift bed of blankets in the corner of the shack. She was quite literally swathed in a quilt, shivering due to the chill of the morning and her inability to retain head due to her lack of body fat. Beneath the blankets, she had taken to wearing a hooded pull-over sweatshirt and a pair of thick sweatpants, keeping her warm. Still, she trembled in her sleep because of the cold.
While asleep, the young woman looked harmless and innocent. Her olive skin was clear and unblemished, her long dark eyelashes brushing her cheeks, her pale pink lips parted slightly, and her dark hair wisping over her forehead. She looked quite serene, sleeping.
Outside and above, Rook was also curled up into a ball, sitting down on the roof of his small lean-to. He wasn't a fan of Laurel having to sleep on the floor since her arrival. He was barely a fan of her being here at all. Though he was just as certain she could take care of herself on her own, he wasn't going to kick her out. The thought had crossed his mind often, betrayal didn't sit well with him, no matter how much or often she apologized and tried to repent. Rook couldn't remember too many people. Keeping close the ones that had wronged him was a rediculous prospect..
Even now, while she slept, Rook would close his eyes and vividly imagine her going through his belongings, trying to find anything useful she could swipe. Actions spoke louder than words, they said. So far, all Laurel had done was talk about how she felt terrible for wronging him. He had seen no such telling actions.
Time for happier thoughts, he decided. His mind wandered back to his travels. The tropic world called Destiny Islands. That girl Kairi, the kiss they shared. Rook smiled as he thought about it. His first kiss. He sat back on his hands as he watched the sun come up, his eyes wandered to the purple skies as he replayed the evening back in his mind's eye. He would have to go back there soon, make good on his promise to see her again.
Laurel stirred slightly, rolling over in her half state of sleep. Gods, she was cold. She shivered and yawned, sitting up. "Rook?" She called, realizing he wasn't in the bed. Laurel stretched stiffly before pulling her blankets closer to her. She stood, dragging them along with her and getting her thick jacket. Putting it on over her sweatshirt, she lay the blankets down and ventured outside.
"Hey, you up there?" Laurel called, looking up at the roof. She squinted up there, trying to see if she could see him. "You want breakfast? I can cook you something..."
Rook was pulled from his thoughts by Laurel's unknowing interruption. "I'm here, Finch," He replied, looking down over the rooftop and poking his head off the side to see her, "If you want, sure. Nothing big though, I'm not all that hungry."
Food was running low again, now that he was planning on two mouthes opposed to one. They would have to run to town soon to restock. He stood, and took a long step, falling off the roof and to a knee, bending with the impact to keep from hurting himself. He gave her a confident smile, "Back inside, you look like your freezing."
Laurel grinned, wondering briefly if her lips were blue or not. She chuckled. "I'm not really hungry. I was just hoping for a reason to light a fire," She shivered involuntarily, pulling her jacket closer. She knew they were running low on things and would probably end up going with Rook into town to get supplies. She didn't want to waste food on a meal neither of them wanted or needed.
She shuffled inside, grabbing a blanket from her palette and bringing it to the bed. She cocooned herself in it, watching Rook. "Why is it so damn cold?"
Rook followed her in and closed the door behind him. "Well, I didn't build this place to be cold-insulated, I built it to keep myself from the rain. You haven't even seen it when it gets windy out here, Best way to fight that off is to light a big, big fire, crawl under every blanket you can find, curl into a ball and eat some piping hot soup."
Ahh survivalism. It made Rook happy being able to tell someone about the things he did out here by himself. It kept his hopes alive that he wouldn't be forgotten when he was gone one day.
"If you're freezing, go ahead and light up a fire. What would it hurt?"
Laurel shrugged. "Why waste wood when we can just share bodyheat?" She teased, grinning cheekily. She loved to tease him and knew that he didn't take it that seriously. She opened her blanket momentarily to allow him in before returning it to its original place.
"When are you heading out today?" The girl asked, stifling a yawn.
"I'm not doing that unless it's life and death, Laurel." Laurel hit on Rook nearly constantly. He had grown used to it, but he was far from vulnerable to it. Her advances appeared as teasing to him, but he knew there was a deeper layer to her playing.
Rook waved a hand at her, denying her request for accompanyment inside the blanket she had wrapped herself in. "I'll leave soon. Better to get there when the crowds are thinned out. Get out quicker. I'm no fan of staying in town for much longer than I have to."
Laurel grinned, waggling her eyebrows at him. She knew she was acting like a fool, but she didn't much care. It was entertaining in a place where the wasn't much to entertain her. Besides, she liked the game of trying to fluster Rook. It was no man's land.
"I can head into town with you," She offered, "Maybe get a discount or two, make some money, you know what I mean." The girl grinned again, teasing. She wasn't even sure if Rook would let her go pickpocketing or shop lifting. He'd never had a problem with it back in the day when they were starving, but his morals might have taken a bit of a turn over the years.
"Once upon a time ago, Laurel, when this place was all but devoid of life, that would have been fine. Preferable, even. Rook bent down to stretch out his legs for a long moment, "But people live here again now. We can't just go around stealing to make our way. We work for it, we barter or trade, but no stealing..."
He closed his eyes and looked mournful, "We might be poor, lost, children here, but we still need to be better than criminals..." He looked up at her, and gave her a frown, remembering their cumulative past, "Well, as much as we can. Right?"
Laurel stifled a yawn. "So, like, you mean no stealing at all or just no stealing from... like... good people?" She said, shivering slightly. Laurel never distinguished between the rich and the poor, the good and the bad. She stole from them all equally, not discriminating. It was what she called 'morals'.
"Because, you know, if they have it to spare, why not? Hell, I might even stand on a street corner and beg for it."
"This is a recovering World, Laurel, the last thing I want to be responsible for is giving it a crime rate. If you wanna beg, that's your choice. But like I said, I want to do things by the books."
Rook stood tall and walked to the open doorway, staring out towards the ravines further from town that his small lean-to faced. He fell silent, taking in the morning view. Instantly, his thoughts fell to his past, and the dark static that kept most of it blocked from recollection. Rook's memories, for the better part, were razorblades. He only remembered the ones that hurt. He had always figured that was because they had so far overshadowed the few and rare good memories.
Laurel was both. A companion, but a liar and a thief. Looking at the scenery like he did most days, keeping his home, and her, from view, he felt as if he was alone again. And in a bittersweet way, he enjoyed that.