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salmon_pink) wrote2014-07-19 10:21 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2014-07-19 10:21 pm
(Kingdom Hearts) Supernova
Title: Supernova
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Naminé/Xion
Rating: G
Words: 372
Timeline: 358/2 Days
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100_women, prompt "memories".
There are scorch marks on the grass outside the mansion, much to DiZ’s distaste. From her hiding place within the mansion’s walls, Naminé had listened to the clash of metal against metal, Xion’s Keyblade against Axel’s chakrams.
Xion has been taken away from them, taken back to the Organisation. But Naminé can still feel her resolve.
Naminé can still taste her lips.
“There won’t be any ‘you’ to remember,” she’d said, knowing that if Xion had a heart, it would have broken from the words.
Naminé knows that feeling all too well. When Sora wakes, he’ll have forgotten Naminé, the same as they’ll all forget Xion. They’re both destined to fade away, and the fact that they were never meant to exist in the first place is no comfort at all.
Xion reminds her of Sora. The way she’d sprung to her feet at hearing the Organisation was approaching, the way she’d run into battle with no regard for her own safety. Protecting others instinctively, and Naminé had called after her, already knowing there was nothing she could do.
She’d given chase, rash and foolish as it was. Grasping Xion’s wrist, pulling her back. Xion’s eyes were wide and as familiar as a mirror, and Naminé had kissed her, sweet and soft and fleeting.
“One last memory,” Naminé had whispered, and Xion had gasped as if the word were more of a shock than the press of Naminé’s mouth. “I’ll carry it with me for as long as I can.”
And then Xion had been nodding, something like a smile yet too sad to be real crossing her face, brief and shaky. Turning and racing towards the door, towards Axel, towards her fate.
Naminé stares down at the blank paper on her lap, black crayon held tight in her hand.
There’s something wrong. She can feel it. Somewhere out of Naminé’s reach, Xion is flaring brighter, brighter, like the final flare of a star blinking out of existence, and it’s an overwhelming force within Naminé’s mind.
And then it stops.
Cold and sharp and final.
Xion is gone, and Naminé can taste Sora’s memories in the air, free from their prison within Xion’s mind at last.
The crayon snaps in Naminé’s fingers.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Naminé/Xion
Rating: G
Words: 372
Timeline: 358/2 Days
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "memories".There are scorch marks on the grass outside the mansion, much to DiZ’s distaste. From her hiding place within the mansion’s walls, Naminé had listened to the clash of metal against metal, Xion’s Keyblade against Axel’s chakrams.
Xion has been taken away from them, taken back to the Organisation. But Naminé can still feel her resolve.
Naminé can still taste her lips.
“There won’t be any ‘you’ to remember,” she’d said, knowing that if Xion had a heart, it would have broken from the words.
Naminé knows that feeling all too well. When Sora wakes, he’ll have forgotten Naminé, the same as they’ll all forget Xion. They’re both destined to fade away, and the fact that they were never meant to exist in the first place is no comfort at all.
Xion reminds her of Sora. The way she’d sprung to her feet at hearing the Organisation was approaching, the way she’d run into battle with no regard for her own safety. Protecting others instinctively, and Naminé had called after her, already knowing there was nothing she could do.
She’d given chase, rash and foolish as it was. Grasping Xion’s wrist, pulling her back. Xion’s eyes were wide and as familiar as a mirror, and Naminé had kissed her, sweet and soft and fleeting.
“One last memory,” Naminé had whispered, and Xion had gasped as if the word were more of a shock than the press of Naminé’s mouth. “I’ll carry it with me for as long as I can.”
And then Xion had been nodding, something like a smile yet too sad to be real crossing her face, brief and shaky. Turning and racing towards the door, towards Axel, towards her fate.
Naminé stares down at the blank paper on her lap, black crayon held tight in her hand.
There’s something wrong. She can feel it. Somewhere out of Naminé’s reach, Xion is flaring brighter, brighter, like the final flare of a star blinking out of existence, and it’s an overwhelming force within Naminé’s mind.
And then it stops.
Cold and sharp and final.
Xion is gone, and Naminé can taste Sora’s memories in the air, free from their prison within Xion’s mind at last.
The crayon snaps in Naminé’s fingers.