[002] In which Naminé is in the white room with Roxas

[naminemory]

It's always bright in the white room, always sterile and clean. And it is where Naminé lives -- or rather, is forced to live -- being guarded by various members of the Organization on a daily basis, forbidden to leave unless escorted by one of the black-cloaks to do whatever they asked of her

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[orgmemberxiii]

It's a little unnerving at times, guarding the witch. She's not too creepy, not as creepy as the name might suggest, but she's quiet and strange and every time she draws a picture of him he feels like she knows more than she should, like maybe she's drawing more than a simple sketch of what's on the surface.

After all, he knows that she's not nearly as ordinary as she looks.

Seated in a chair by the door, Roxas's black boots are resting atop a white table. He leans back in his seat, almost dangerously close to falling, but keeps his balance, not even bothering to look at her as he tugs idly at his black gloves.

He'd much rather be with Axel right now.

Guard duty is boring.

[naminemory]

Most of the time her drawings are really quite harmless, but yes, there are other times when they mean a lot more than they are probably meant to by anyone else's standards.

Naminé places her sketchbook on her side of the table, opposite to where Roxas is sitting, and stands up. She looks back, glancing in his direction for a mere moment before walking towards the window.

The curtain billows to the movement of the wind breezing in through the opened windows. She looks out of it, but it's a cloudy day. Everything is barely visible.

She's restless.

[orgmemberxiii]

When she stands he pays attention, though he barely even considers the possibility that she might try to escape. When she heads for the window his attention slides away from her again, first to her sketchbook, then to his gloves again. After some time, however, he grows bored with them and looks towards her once more.

"Restless?"

It's not always hard to tell. He certainly is.

[naminemory]

She turns her head, looking over towards Roxas' direction again. A lock of her blonde hair gets into her eyes. She quickly brushes it away.

Slowly, she nods. "A little," she admits, softly.