It had been terrifying, knowing that she was responsible for someone else's fate. Knowing that a half-second would ruin their plans. She had wanted to collapse with relief when she and Peter arrived safely at the meeting-point ( Read more... )

All right, so, Naminé had candles, and music, and was only now waiting for Valentine to return. For their evening, and ... well. She also needed to have a talk with him, about her conversation with Dōjima. And she had no idea how he was going to react to that.

Perhaps the berry-colored lingerie would soften the blow?

(just for one, and likely to ( Read more... )

Lacking a better place to sleep, Amber had found her way back to room 206 Sunday night, relieved to see that the drunken Irish degenerate had been nowhere in sight.

Naminé, on the other hand, woke up very much hoping that somehow the drunken Irish degenerate had found his way home last night, after she fell asleep. But the room was empty ( Read more... )

Naminé was seated on her bed - which had, last night, been her bed and not "the unused bed" as it usually was - sketching.

A lesser person might be plotting terrible things to do to her roommate and significant other, who had been a less-than-pleasant individual yesterday. And had been less-than-pleasant loudly, and for rather lengthy time periods ( Read more... )

The truth was, Naminé was nervous.

Not about dancing, as her new friend Cassandra had shown her that it was really as simple as moving yourself in time to another person. Nor about her date, as Valentine was as charming as ever ( Read more... )

It had certainly been an eventful evening. There had been chit-chat, and mingling, and Schnapps, and then rather more Schnapps. And then she had kissed Abigail, and then Jenny, and Aravis. And of course Animal, though she wondered exactly how that counted. And there had been rather a lot of Schnapps, come to think of it, and now her head was ( Read more... )

Naminé had resisted as long as she could, but she finally had to call Valentine.

Considering for a few moments, she also placed a call to Roxas, and then remembered to thank Katara for helping her at the post office.

She left her door open while she sketched and tried not to think about sandcastles.

... How odd, she had a message, and she hadn't ( Read more... )

After her shift at Café Fina - during which she had had a rather interesting conversation with Mr. Rogers about art, heroing and this strange world they were in - Naminé stopped back at the Abominable Snowman cabin long enough to pack all of her belongings into her small bag ( Read more... )

Naminé was sitting and flipping through her sketchbook, musing a little on just about everything. Michelangelo, her would-be hero, and the lovely things he said. Her new job, which she started in the morning. Her trip to DC with Charlie, which had been lovely. A glittery cabin. Alphonse, who had given her a book and also some unusual ideas. Roxas, ( Read more... )