[01] Keyblades are a Girl's Best Friend
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Title: Keyblades are a Girl's Best Friend
Word Count: 282
Notes: Do 14-year-olds have homecoming dances? My school's never had one, so I wouldn't know.
He has seen her wear everything, he thinks. He has seen her wear a giant poofy princess gown with matching cardboard crown (the jewels are plastic and stuck on with hot glue) in a play when they were eleven. He has seen her wear a long scarf her grandmother knitted her during the rare island winters. Purple, yellow, and black stripes with white tassels, just the way she likes.
He has seen her in a lavender skort and twin tank tops that let her run across white sands. He has seen her in a pink zippered dress and white undershirt, though this outfit had confused him.
"I thought you didn't like wearing pink," he had said to her in the Nobody castle.
She frowned down at the dress, apparently not liking to think about it too much. "I was going to buy it in purple, but Ashe bought the last one."
He has even seen photos of her in the fluttery lilac dress she wore to the homecoming he and Riku missed. (She went alone.)
But she has never been more beautiful than when she has darkness and dirt smeared across her cheeks, slinging her new Oathmaker over her shoulders. The rising sun glints off her metal arm guards and the zipper on her jacket. It turns her ponytail a bright red as she looks thoughtfully over the World they are exploring, a smile playing on her face. This is fun for her.
She turns and notices him watching her. She tilts her head, letting the stars hanging from her ears jingle. "What's up?" she asks.
He shakes his head, never taking his eyes off her. "Just watching the sunrise. Pretty, huh?"
Title: Keyblades are a Girl's Best Friend
Word Count: 282
Notes: Do 14-year-olds have homecoming dances? My school's never had one, so I wouldn't know.
He has seen her wear everything, he thinks. He has seen her wear a giant poofy princess gown with matching cardboard crown (the jewels are plastic and stuck on with hot glue) in a play when they were eleven. He has seen her wear a long scarf her grandmother knitted her during the rare island winters. Purple, yellow, and black stripes with white tassels, just the way she likes.
He has seen her in a lavender skort and twin tank tops that let her run across white sands. He has seen her in a pink zippered dress and white undershirt, though this outfit had confused him.
"I thought you didn't like wearing pink," he had said to her in the Nobody castle.
She frowned down at the dress, apparently not liking to think about it too much. "I was going to buy it in purple, but Ashe bought the last one."
He has even seen photos of her in the fluttery lilac dress she wore to the homecoming he and Riku missed. (She went alone.)
But she has never been more beautiful than when she has darkness and dirt smeared across her cheeks, slinging her new Oathmaker over her shoulders. The rising sun glints off her metal arm guards and the zipper on her jacket. It turns her ponytail a bright red as she looks thoughtfully over the World they are exploring, a smile playing on her face. This is fun for her.
She turns and notices him watching her. She tilts her head, letting the stars hanging from her ears jingle. "What's up?" she asks.
He shakes his head, never taking his eyes off her. "Just watching the sunrise. Pretty, huh?"
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