And my scars remind me that the past is real...

[sketched-ocean.livejournal.com]

[Namine's standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom attached to her and Roxas' room. She's pulled the collar of her shirt down a little and is looking at the tip of a scar over her left collar bone.

Any and all of the scars she had gotten when she was here last time had disappeared when she was sent back home. But it looks like they've come back now.

She sighs and lets go of her shirt collar, letting it cover the scar once more.]

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[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[he really needs to get out of that habit to sneak up on people... but it's really useful when one doesn't wish to be found. he keeps out of the range of the mirror, just outside the open bathroom door, leaning against the wall.

he had woken up with a horrible dream, decided to remove the mirror from the room, maybe break it, and had of course found the bathroom occupied. he'd been even more surprised that the occupant was Namine, since he'd convinced himself that her return had been nothing but a dream.]

[sketched-ocean.livejournal.com]

[She gives another small sigh before turning to exit the bathroom. Oh hi Roxas. She blinks.]

Uh, hey.

[Still a little nervous that he still might be mad at her.]

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

Hello.

[just looks at her. he doesn't look mad, it looks sort of like he's pondering something.]

[sketched-ocean.livejournal.com]

[Offers a small smile then.]

You okay?

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[...nods.]

Will you be needing the m-mirror anytime soon? Like... ever?

[sketched-ocean.livejournal.com]

[Blinks.]

Um, I dont know. Probably sometime in the future, but I'm not using it now.

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[...n-nods again and walks inside the bathroom, lifts the mirror off its hooks and throws it to the floor. no explanation, no warning, no attention paid to shards of glass hurting anyone, nothing.]

[sketched-ocean.livejournal.com]

[Yelps and jumps in surprise at that.]

W-what, what was that for???

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[he sighs and washes his hands before s-smiling faintly at her.]

I feel better now.

[sketched-ocean.livejournal.com]

[Blinks.]

Um. Okay?

[She'll have to clean that up now wont she?]

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[oh, the Room cleans its own mess. occassionally. maybe he should have worn shoes before doing that, though.]

...ouch.

[sketched-ocean.livejournal.com]

[She frowns a little at that.]

Can you get out without stepping on any more glass?

[It's a good thing she can still remember some healing spells.]

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[he keeps his eyes on the floor and tiptoes out of the room. it doesn't even hurt, but he's bleeding, so he knows that it should hurt.]

[sketched-ocean.livejournal.com]

[Helps him over to the bed then. Ouch. She's gonna have to get that glass out of his feet before she can heal him.]

One moment...

[Hurries back to the bathroom. She's wearing shoes. Don't worry. Walks back out with some tweezers.]

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[...just waits for her, then. it feels strange to be taken care of after so long... but how he managed without her is a mystery.]

[sketched-ocean.livejournal.com]

[Inspects his feet.]

Okay, just relax, okay?

[She's gotten some toilet paper while in there to put the glass on too. Just carefully starts pulling the glass out as gently as she can before dropping it on the paper.]

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[oh. that he feels. delayed pain reaction, anyone? he winces and buries his fingers in the covers, gritting his teeth.]

[sketched-ocean.livejournal.com]

[Is being as gentle as she can be.]

Just a little more. You're doing great.

[Gives him a small encouraging smile before removing the last bit of glass from one of his feet. She puts the tweezers down to heal that foot.

Can a dream or illusion heal injuries?]

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[hey, if everything is an illusion, an illusion could heal imagined injuries. right? right.

sorry, he's not sure if he dares to trust his luck just yet.]

Thank you.

[sketched-ocean.livejournal.com]

[Hey, she still has to work on the other foot. It's not over yet. She gives him a small smile and nods before picking up the tweezers again.]

You're welcome.

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[...damn, he'd hoped she forgot about that foot.]

I'm f-fine now. There's no need to. I've read that if you just leave it, it will take care of itself eventually.

[sketched-ocean.livejournal.com]

[Gives him a look that says to stop being stubborn.]

Just a little more okay? I promise I'll be careful.

[Has already started.]

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[whimpers and curls his toes. not that it hurts that bad. he's just imagining that it does.]

[sketched-ocean.livejournal.com]

[Starts humming the song she learnt for him, hoping that it will help him calm down a little. Just a few more...]

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[well, it definitely distracts him and he relaxes, forgetting all about pain and suffering and tweezers for a while.]