Valentine was a very important man. He had a ( Read more... )

( If you asked Kairi what it was like, being a Princess of Heart, she would laugh and tell you she'd been short-changed... )

Valentine had gone to bed last night, a new grief for a baby girl in a floppy coat fresh in his chest alongside that other pain, the one for the girl with the huge blue eyes that he'd given his heart to before. He hadn't suspected when he went to sleep that he'd dream again, or that it would be as vibrant as the dream that had come before, after ( Read more... )

Prom had been... tiring. Not unpleasant, admittedly, but going out and putting on another face over all of his usual masks for the evening had left Valentine more than willing to get back to their room. And once he was there, he could shoo the cat off of his half of the bed, chase the book off of his pillow, and he could grab Naminé's pillow, wrap ( Read more... )

There was a cat, and there was a Really Useful Book, and there were drawings on the walls of towers and jugglers and of a sandcastle, and of a million other things, done up in paints and charcoals and crayons, all done in her hand.

The bed still hadn't been made.

It hadn't been slept in last night, either ( Read more... )

( There was a juggler, outside the Castle-Palace-Thing-of-Light... )

( Naminé liked to talk, idly, while she sketched. )

Valentine hadn't actually had sleep since Monday night. He hadn't eaten since a run-in with a duck who had some nasty ice cream on Wednesday ( Read more... )

Valentine returned to his room with his pockets shoved full of a slightly crumpled paper tree, a string of lights, and the presents that had been taken from them by that strangely jumpy green fellow.

It was entirely possible that he was making a conscious effort not to do anything that fell into a rhythm. Somehow, the furry green thief had a very ( Read more... )

( Valentine was out of his room... )