Characters: Lea and
vatheon (Mingle thread? Go for it.)
Location: All over Vatheon... but ending somewhere near the ghost ship.
Time: Sometime in the morning
Style: It's aaaaall good
Status: Open like you wouldn't believe. Threadjacking? Encouraged. Not even dealing with Lea? Perfectly alright. Dealing with just fire? Dandy.
Good morning, Vatheon. Guess what
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Her eyes started to water with tears, and she wiped them away with the back of her hand. Suddenly, a spot of orange appeared at the corner of her sketchbook.
It was on fire.
Namine leapt up with a gasp, tearing out the page as fast as she could before it reached her other drawings. Fire. There could be only one person responsible for this.
After a moment of searching, she made her way to the ghost ship. There he was. Clutching her sketchbook closer to herself, she approached his prone form timidly.
"L-Lea?"
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That's for a number of reasons. A lot of it has to do with the after effects of using all this magic- more than he's used to, maybe supposed to right now. the migraine makes it impossible to think and has his stomach churning. And the smoke? Hurts his throat. When he finally does manage to acknowledge the voice, he simply curls up tighter.
He hates this. He thought he would be able to get through it, but no. No no no no no no no. Too far. This stupid, worthless, crap city took away something too important.
"No. M'nobody, so go away." His voice is raspy, harsh from the smoke.
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She tries to step closer, but the circle of fire grabs eagerily at her feet, so she stays in place, unsure what to do.
"You're not nobody. Just because he went home...you don't need to take it out on everyone. Please, Lea. I'm still here for you. I'm not going anywhere..."
She gazes in concern as the smoke continues to get thicker. This wasn't good at all.
"Lea...could you please put it out?"
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Steals them away right when Lea needs them the most.
When Namine asks about the fire, Lea just stirs slightly before curling back into himself. "Dunno how." A raspy, bitter laugh accompanies the admission. "Too tired. Hurts."
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It's moments like this when she wishes she was stronger. That she could do magic like Organization XIII and instantly fix any problem however she wanted to.
But she isn't. She's just a girl without a heart who can draw and play with people's memories. That's all.
"Lea...I'm sorry that Isa is gone. But, please, you can't hurt yourself over this."
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