Every breath you take, every move you make [closed]
Who:lockandkeyblade , feverpitching and mirroredmemory .
When: 05/08, mid afternoon
Where: Market
Summary: Spotting Sora out and about, Xion puts her Organization sneaking training into practice to learn a little more about him, and somehow Ven gets dragged along for the ride.
Warnings: Confusion, mistaken identity, stalking and possibly infinitesimal amounts of angst
[The weather was beginning to warm up, and after wandering around running a few errands and picking up the groceries after her shift at Khave was done, Xion emerged from her favourite candy store with a new stash of gummies (today she had opted for sour blue soda bottles) that she intended to throw into the ice cream maker. She was getting creative with her flavours now that she knew how to use it, but still nothing quite matched up to the taste of Sea Salt ice cream on the Clock Tower at sunset with Axel and Roxas.]
[With nothing else left on her shopping list, she wandered about window shopping and people watching for a little while when suddenly, something caught her eye and stopped her dead in her tracks.]
[Was that-?]
[She hurried along, trying to keep up and confirm that the person she had spotted in the distance was who she thought it was, and after rounding a corner she realised that her first impression had been correct.]
[It was Sora.]
[For a split second, Xion wanted to turn around and stop following him, convinced that it was a stupid idea and she should just leave well enough alone. But on the other hand... it was Sora. He was- well... without him, Xion wouldn't have even existed. Without him, Roxas wouldn't have existed. How could she not want to know more about him?]
[How could she answer the questions that would inevitably follow once he saw her?]
[Well... she just wouldn't let him see her. That would be simple enough, right?]
[It was still cool enough to need a coat, and Xion was grateful that she had gone out wearing hers. It should make it easier to follow him without attracting attention.]
[Pulling up her hood, she set off in pursuit.]
When: 05/08, mid afternoon
Where: Market
Summary: Spotting Sora out and about, Xion puts her Organization sneaking training into practice to learn a little more about him, and somehow Ven gets dragged along for the ride.
Warnings: Confusion, mistaken identity, stalking and possibly infinitesimal amounts of angst
[The weather was beginning to warm up, and after wandering around running a few errands and picking up the groceries after her shift at Khave was done, Xion emerged from her favourite candy store with a new stash of gummies (today she had opted for sour blue soda bottles) that she intended to throw into the ice cream maker. She was getting creative with her flavours now that she knew how to use it, but still nothing quite matched up to the taste of Sea Salt ice cream on the Clock Tower at sunset with Axel and Roxas.]
[With nothing else left on her shopping list, she wandered about window shopping and people watching for a little while when suddenly, something caught her eye and stopped her dead in her tracks.]
[Was that-?]
[She hurried along, trying to keep up and confirm that the person she had spotted in the distance was who she thought it was, and after rounding a corner she realised that her first impression had been correct.]
[It was Sora.]
[For a split second, Xion wanted to turn around and stop following him, convinced that it was a stupid idea and she should just leave well enough alone. But on the other hand... it was Sora. He was- well... without him, Xion wouldn't have even existed. Without him, Roxas wouldn't have existed. How could she not want to know more about him?]
[How could she answer the questions that would inevitably follow once he saw her?]
[Well... she just wouldn't let him see her. That would be simple enough, right?]
[It was still cool enough to need a coat, and Xion was grateful that she had gone out wearing hers. It should make it easier to follow him without attracting attention.]
[Pulling up her hood, she set off in pursuit.]