[COMPLETE]

[crepusculine]

Who: Vincent and Naminé
When: A few hours before dark.
Where: Clock tower.
Rating: G-PG.
Warnings: N/A.
Summary: Naminé meets up with Vincent to see if she can do something about his nightmares.

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[foreswear]

The little patch of forest that Vincent had so conveniently lost himself in days after his arrival was starting to get the best of him. He hadn't really understood the exact reason why he had decided to descend within its incredibly murky depths a mere 48 hours earlier; he had seen some potential, perhaps, and figured it was the safest place to be without a weapon on hand.

And just where was that damn gun of his, anyway? That should have been his main concern, and yet she--the girl with the soft face and kind words--she had distracted him from his search momentarily. Of course, her promises regarding his nightmares had been a tempting offer he found himself unable to resist. That hadn't been the only reason he had agreed to meet with her, however

[crepusculine]

It was indeed cold outside, and the air smelled of rain, and the fact that her dress was sleeveless and short wasn't helping her keep warm at all.

But hey, that was Purgatorium, and she was used to the weather.

His voice snapped her easily out of her self-induced little trance, and she lifted her bright blue eyes to look at him. His appearance didn't alarm her at all, judging by her reaction, which was to smile at him warmly as she uncurled and began to get to her feet.

"Vincent," she replied lightly, dusting off the back of her dress and taking a few steps closer. "It's nice to meet you."

[foreswear]

She was just as he expected her to be: warm, compassionate, and totally unaffected by the wall of sheer cold that seemed to curve around him sometimes. His mouth turned up slightly at the corner as he regarded her from a distance, tilting his chin in a small nod.

"It's nice to meet you, as well."

He turned his gaze up toward the cloudy sky for a couple seconds, frowning. It would start raining again. Soon. Having her get caught up in a storm wasn't something he looked too highly upon - nor was taking up all of her time - so he figured it would be best if he hurried.

"Shall I lead you to the building, then?" he asked after refocusing his attention on her.

[crepusculine]

Naminé moved quietly to his side, hands folded neatly in front of her. He was so tall that she had to look way up at him, but then again, she was used to being the shortest person she knew and had to look up at everyone.

"Yes, please." While she didn't mind how long this took (and, really, it would only take a minute or two once Vincent was settled and ready to sleep), she did have to return to the upper level within a few hours.