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Post by winterlovesong on Jun 21, 2009 18:19:21 GMT -4
Naminé could not look at the Heartless.
She kept her light eyes focused on the ground in front of her, her hands busy, tightening around the edge of her dress. Blonde strands cascaded in a waterfall above her eyes, shielding her from the rest of the world. It appeared as though she was merely frightened - which, of course, was part of the case. After all, one could hardly blame her for being scared at this moment in time, next to this volatile creature with emotions as changing and violent as an active volcano. So it was only natural she'd refuse to look up at him, lest she give herself up as prey. But no, there was more than fear whirling through the area her heart should be.
There was empathy.
She understood what this creature was going through - or, in her mind, she thought she did. It wasn't a pleasant thought, but she felt she knew, somehow, how it felt to realize that you're not really a person at all. It's a crushing feeling, to realize you belong somewhere else in the whole scheme of things, that you're not actually supposed to be living at all, but part of someone else. Understanding that you're not someone, a person, is a hard thing to achieve, but once you do, the impact is enough to sweep you off your feet. You don't belong here? You're not supposed to exist? Those kind of dizzying statements were enough to drive anyone with half a brain crazy.
When the Heartless finally spoke in an acidic tone, but with self-assurance, Naminé could not find the heart - heh, pun - to argue. It was easier to think "Well, if I say I'm supposed to exist, than I am supposed to exist" than to give in to the universe and end up in an extremely unstable mental state. Naminé had finally realized the latter, but had maintained enough sanity that she could be happy for the person she was forever connected to. Kairi did not have the right to suffer all because of a silly blonde's ridiculous idealisms.
Finally, the Heartless spat at the Nobody, his tone churning with barely suppressed rage. She finally allowed her eyes to travel upwards and lock with his yellow, soulless eyes - eyes that suddenly seemed more chaotic and confused than frightening. She took a deep breath, ballooning out her chest after he "asked" his question. And well, though she had wanted him to leave since the moment of his arrival, she was able to find some compassion for her next statement...
Anything she wanted to say? Well, she had something.
"I'm sorry."
The words were clear, though her tone was quiet; Naminé was simply a very quiet-spoken person. They contained more confidence than her previous prose - or was it merely the lack of fear that rose her voice's volume? The words rang with quiet authority - she was sorry, for all the confusion her simple words had stirred up earlier. There was no way to take it back, of course, but she had to let the Heartless know that she was sorry.
Perhaps it was important for her to say so because, as much as he may deny it, he was a part of Sora and Roxas...and anyone who was a part of them deserved to be treated courteously in Naminé's eyes, regardless of species.
Briefly she wondered how much damaged she had caused with her previous speech, but it was of no matter now. All that remained was for the Heartless - him, she reminded herself - to make something of her apology, whether it be accepting it, ignoring it, or throwing it away.
But those two words she'd never wish to take back. They were true.
((SORRY FOR LATENESS. >> I've been busy as of late. Hope the quality of the post can make up for it ;3))
((*checks how long this' been going on* dsfjsdhfsdkf We've hit a goddamn /year/, Amy. You're slower than slowpoke! And slowpoke is slooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow. ... <3))
Sorry? Sorry!? That was all he got after all of this? Sure, there wasn't self-entitlement strung to his name (very) often ... even though lying was... but the point that mattered was that words wouldn't help what was going on. All the years of uncertainty, unknowing, and he had arrived at the answer of who and what he was roughly. How dare she believe it her fault! She might have just been pinning it on her in order to pin the blame on herself and be polite, but if she hadn't noticed yet, Aros wasn't exactly the most gentlemanly individual himself.
No, it by far wasn't her fault, it was everyone else's, it was society's cruel joke that it had decided to bestow upon him. Because heavens know that Heartless be the scum of the worlds, earning this sort of treatment from others plus the special bonus of the unknown. The unknown hurt, it killed, and it tore you away limb from limb on the inside if you let it. Aros wasn't ready to let that happen, heavens no... he was stronger than it, he wouldn't let it devour him, consume him.
Giving a growl, he drew back a hand, his claws extending.
He wanted to swipe... God.. how he wanted to swipe. The joy of her being her hurt, hurt for pinning things that weren't her own business on herself. But... he couldn't, it was painful to have happen and he didn't even know why! Why could she get away with anything she did, why could she be the one that he couldn't hurt, destroy? Probably because of lover boy... that blond.
It was terrible to even know he was related to something like that, let alone a part of him. This... Roxas... The Sora... all of them were obstacles in his way. He didn't need them them there, he wouldn't want them to exist for much longer; time to do something.
A scowl being shown, he brought his hands to his pockets, withdrawing the claws, giving a foul look to the girl in white.
"Whatever, I think I'm done with you, this, everything... Just watch it," on that note, Aros sank through the floor quickly -- back to the darkness.
