Roxas takes her to Wonderland one day, in the middle of the night, while everyone is either cooped up in the lab or out on patrol. He isn’t supposed to leave the castle unsupervised, and she’s not even allowed out of her room half the time, so there’s a rush of something in her veins when he shows up with a portal behind him and his shoulders ( Read more... )

In her white, white room with the white, white walls, they tell her stories. Ones of fire, and ones of science, and ones of black scuttling creatures with flexed claws who go straight for the heart. She’s heard stories of fake kingdoms and empty smiles, told with a kind of nostalgia none of them actually know.

Naminé has heard all the stories, ( Read more... )