http://linesupthelies.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] linesupthelies.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] kingdomdressing 2010-11-20 12:06 am (UTC)

Dude, I'm sorry but you were doomed the moment you put it on. |D

[Minutes ticked along at a painfully, leisurely pace, it seemed. Naminé herself remained quiet and guarded. Roxas might have been fooled into thinking that she was taking on the situation as if it were nothing, but the white of her knuckles as she gripped Xion's other hand harder than she might have intended. Her breath came quiet but short. Her brows creasing almost sternly. It all indicated otherwise. If she realized the state Roxas himself was in though, she didn't make it known. Her full focus on Xion, herself.

As time passed, she became progressively more strained. But it wasn't without reason as Roxas would personally encounter himself. As the memories grew more pristine, it would feel like he was living the memories. No longer flickers but as if he were in shoes of the very person who had that memory. The memories remained as diverse as ever, happy ones both in and outside of the dressing room. Of times shared with friends, spent with even parents, of traveling worlds in excited anticipation or relaxing in their room back home in their fairly mundane life. But then the darker one surfaced just as crystal clear. Ranging from milder things such as arguments between friends to losing friends through disagreement or fading. Going darker still with being nearly wiped out of existence themselves-- or sometimes they really were and Roxas would himself witnessing someone's own death. The last was just as rare as the other darker theme though but just as painful to see in which he was forced to watch "himself" snuff out the life of someone with his own hands.]


(ooc: F-Ffff... |D;; I'm terrible to him. I apologize.)

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