Eyes on You (Namine;Anyone)

[Larxene]

Well… It seemed her heels had adapted well to the annoyance of cobblestone pavement—absolutely lovely, considering they’d be walking on it for the next hour or so. Though, to put it bluntly, there really wasn’t much of a road at all, just a golden surface to allow the city folk a sense of surrounding. Even then, there were trains and bus lines maneuvering left and right; she wouldn’t be surprised if someone had actually gotten hit.

…She’d be on the ground laughing, actually…

Though the girl had to admit to her fondness of the Twilight Town. Distant memories from her existence had traced her back to this place often, and she would wonder at times about the life she might’ve had before she’d fallen to the darkness. It wasn’t at all out of the ordinary when she found herself being more nostalgic than usual, though she found it to be a tad irritating at times…. Because as a nobody; she had no real purpose—musing about it was simply pointless.

She shoved her hands in her pockets. Having left their territory, Larxene found the need to dress casually so as to blend in with the inhabitants of this scornful play-place. It was just a simple outfit—black hoody and a pair of jeans—nothing special. Though she felt eyes on her, speculated people were staring and quickly lost her nerve as she’d anticipate Namine’s oncoming approach. You see, Larxene had taken the girl from the castle just to suffice her little need for civilization (and of course to tag along, as the Savage Nymph was just plain old afraid of people…)

”Hurry up you little witch!” she ordered, looking over her shoulder to find the highlight of the girl off yonder.

Larx half-expected people to look at her funny when she’d bark orders, and she was prepared to brace herself with some sort of explanation—she was jumpy as hell to say the least.

”I said hurry up!”

[namine]

Namine looked about, her blue eyes wide and her light hair resting gently upon her back. Her plain, white dress shifted slightly as she walked, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment. Twilight Town was absolutely beautiful! She loved it. She kept her sparkling eyes open, just in case she spotted the one she was looking for. Of course, there wasn't much she could do with Larxene about. What am I thinking? Larxene wouldn't mind. She cares about me, loves me. Right... and pink bunny slippers could fly. The girl let out a quiet sigh. Larxene always seemed to boss her around, but Namine took it. She wished she had the strength to do something more about it, but as of yet, courage had yet to show its face to her.

The girl took a moment to look at the people about her. There were many of them, each seeming to carry on with their everyday lives, no one stopping wondering who she was, or why she was there. But Namine didn't mind staying in the background. Apparently neither did Larxene. A smile curved over her delicate features as she say Larxene before her, no longer in her long, black cloak, but now in a simple hoodie and jeans. Larxene was beautiful, but she was a Nobody, and she had no heart to be called beautiful. Maybe she had once been, but no longer. She wondered what Larxene was like before, who she was, what she enjoyed, and she let her mind wander. What was this all for, this life? She would find out someday, someday she would know why she was here.

Namine came back to reality with a shock. ”Hurry up you little witch! I said hurry up!” The young girl sighed and look to the ground as she quickened her pace to catch up with the Savage Nymph. She kept her blue eyes on the cobblestones below her for a moment, taking a glance at Larxene only for a moment. Why had Larxene brought her along anyways? Oh well, it didn't matter. She was out here and that was all that matter. She wuold withstand the orders if it meant a minute longer in this place. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she let it come to life for the whisper of a breath before she hid it. She didn't want to show her feelings to Larxene. She didn't know why, but she didn't.

[Larxene]

Larxene’s actions reflected her true demeanor quite beautifully—this could definitely be seen in the way she poised herself, and the way she swat violently at an oncoming bee. The girl’s exterior may have changed much, but her attitude sure hadn’t. And while this ‘beauty’ that Namine had witnessed was composed of the finest and most elegant of a young adult’s attributes, deep down she was like a sadistic vampiric wretch with absolutely no remorse towards the actions she took unto others. This, in itself, was a complete turn-off to anybody brave enough to actually approach the nymphomaniac, which would prove to be many the deeper their feet would carry them into town. It was so typical of these hormonal and stupid boys. Words couldn’t even describe the sheer tang she felt on her tongue every time she withdrew an insult toward them – it was like swallowing venom.

She grimaced at their sheer behavior, her nose wrinkling and her hand jerking out to attempt to latch onto Namine’s wrist. Had such an action had been allowed, she would pull the girl forward forcefully, as if using her as some kind of human shield to redirect all of the negative attention to Namine instead of herself. It would definitely be a load-off, and a relief to know that the girl may be preoccupied instead of wondering why they were really here, or why she was even brought with. Seeing as how she was without the fitted cloak, one would wonder why she was, indeed, browsing through Twilight Town with OXIII’s little hostage – Larxene didn’t need anymore attention drawn to herself, so what was the deal with that?

Secretly, the Nymph wanted one of the others to come and find her here, not because she wanted to be in trouble but because she felt like bickering with someone… Fighting with someone… It was quite typical of the sadistic bitch, true, but the lust for blood always seemed to boil when she began to grow rather bored of her surroundings (which seemed to happen quite frequently). As of late, her happy fun-target to poke at was Axel… Oh she loved how distracted he got when she poked around with Demyx… It was almost as if he were jealous of her natural flirtatious gestures toward the musician… Hah… Fag.

Larxene stopped short in her tracks, though, her body now facing north to a building she thought was all too familiar… An olde abandoned library she sought a book from.

”We’re here.”

[namine]

Namine continued to watch the people she passed, each unique and different, yet somehow the same, all oblivious to her, even though she was capturing every detail about them. It was strange, as if she were in a fishbowl. Namine stumbled a few steps as Larxene grabbed her wrist and pulled was pulled before the Savage Nymph. She almost had to trot to keep up, but tried to stay at a steady, long paced walk. Her soft, blonde hair caught in the gently breeze and she lavished in the cool breath of the breeze against her neck. She stifled a sigh. How she wished she could get away and see the worlds, all of them! Namine was full of curiousity. She would love to travel and visit them all and draw the beauty she found in each of them. For now, she would have to settle for the beauty she found in the world she did see.

It wasn't long before the pair had obviously reached their destination.

”We’re here.”

The library, how exciting! Namine loved books, they were like a written form of art. She knew Larxene did as well, because she was often seen reading in one part of Castle Oblivion or another. It couldn't be that Larxene had come all the way down here, and dragged her along too, just for a book, unless it was a special book, or it was just an excuse. It didn't really matter though. Namine would get a chance to look about the library too. Maybe Larxene would let her take a book too, maybe not. It didn't matter though, she could just glance for a few moments and it would be something different, interesting. She looked up to Larxene for direction. She didn't want to go in without Larxene's approval.

[Larxene]

Up the stairs and to the doors, her fingers lightly (and just barely) skimmed along the glass before her hands pushed them open, arms flexing as she’d force her way into the library… What a library it was, too! Books! Rows and shelves and carts—filled with books! Nerdy Larxene found solace in this place—her body seemed to relax more, the deeper her legs carried her in. Naturally, she’d allow herself to simply float to a designated area filled with nothing but romance novels. It was an obvious fetish the girl had for such literature—though she lacked a heart, it was one of the many things her heartless shell had grown an attatchment to.

She plucked a hard-cover, allowing her fingers to flip the pages as she;d skim through like the dork she was… Typical.

((sorry for shortness… Late… hot…dying.heat…need….air conditioning x.x))