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Jul 06, 2007 21:22

'Naminé...'

He stands next to her, holding out a star-shaped charm. She smiles and holds his hand tightly. His face flushes red, and he finds himself coming closer. Still, he smiles in return and slowly finds his arm wrapping around her waste.

He peers into the distance, at the men in cloaks, the ones who torment her. Taunting, using, abusing. She shakes and quivers in fear, clutching onto him tightly, and in response, he pulls her even closer than before.

'I'll protect you...I promise.'

curse, naminé, dreams

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