This sudden burst of sunlight

[linkthismemory]

Who: Namine and anyone who wants to visit her.
What: A Nobody pretends to be a Somebody until she can rescue her friends.
When: Early Feb
Where: Rockwell's Art Supply
Warnings: IDEK. It's Namine Like. Really. It's entirely on whatever characters are visiting, really.

A

Nora Whitney is a lovely girl if you ask Mr. Rockwell or any of the people who work at Rockwell's, for that matter. There are only a few people on staff, Nora being the newest. She's always willing to help, and she's often found drawing on her breaks, or when there isn't anyone at the register. 

When asked she'll say that she likes drawing things she sees, the pictures seeming to be of the city or of the many stars that are in the papers and the tabloids. She smiles kindly and tells them she likes music. It's not a lie. But it isn't the entire truth either. 

She's quite good at that, by now.

She tends to take the register nearer to closing, beforehand it's easier to find her roaming the store, restocking or cleaning. 

B

On her way to and from work, Nora tends to take all sorts of different paths. She leaves early from home to find new ones, and returns home late to keep looking some days, though she often shows up at any of her 'family's' workplaces to walk home with them, even if it's rather far away, and there is no real way she could've gotten there from her own work quite so quickly. 

She sometimes stops to draw, but mostly just seems to be wandering, wearing her patchwork leather bag and seeming to just take in everything she can see. 

Acting like a regular person is very new to her, afterall. 


 

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[linkthismemory]

Namine was distracted as ever, humming to herself in a sort of tuneless warble that didn't actually have much to do with an actual song and more a way to keep herself occupied because she'd learned that walking with her head down and her attention on her book was a good way to end up going the wrong direction or even to nearly wander into a street. That had happened only once, but once was enough.

She's walking along when first, she notices a page drifting past her, catching it with her foot, confused, when suddenly she is barreled into. Namine manages to stop herself from falling by grabbing on to the person who ran into her, but when she does her mind lights up and it's Sora and she's smiling before she knows it. Even half hidden and disconnected, it's still Sora. And Sora shines so bright.

"It's alright." She's holding on to his sleeve for balance, and she uses that to reach down and pick up both the page and his book. She can't help herself, she peeks at the page she's holding, while she does. She's endlessly sketching herself and finds it interesting when other people are trapped in the same spiral she ends up in.

"I've dropped my pages before, too."

[consocius]

When he realizes she'd actually managed to catch the page for him, he feels relief wash over him, though he's not sure why. It's kind of silly how these not-at-all-talented drawings are becoming so important to him. Kind of like all the pictures on his phone. The one she picks up would, to any one else, look just like a cartoon he'd been practicing, a dog and a duck walking on two legs, dressed in clothes. To Namine, it's probably a lot more recognizable. Especially considering a few sketches of a shield and a wand are included.

"Oh, you caught it... Thanks." He takes both objects from her gratefully when they're handed to him, smiling. "Hey, you're... Did I run into you before?"

[linkthismemory]

Namine smiles down at the page at the moment she sees it. There. She hadn't been able to hide his heart, and she, in her and probably Riku's, opinion was more talented at it. So, of course these kidnappers couldn't. They couldn't stop him, they could only delay him.

"You're welcome." She says, and turns her smile back to him. When he asks her, she wants to say yes and explain it all. There's a horrible part of her that just wants to say it all, spout every bit of it. But she doesn't. She, instead, just hands over the book and pages, resettles her own bag against her shoulders.

"I met you at the concert. The Charity." She remembers the word a the last moment. "I ran into you, last time."

She says it very matter of factly like this is a perfectly normal way to meet someone.

[consocius]

Sora slips the page back into his notebook, among the landscape drawings of the worlds he'd seen in dreams, and portraits of familiar faces he'd seen in those dreams too.

Speaking of familiar, even now that he recalls her face from the charity concert, she still feels familiar beyond that, and he remembers her face had shown up in a dream briefly too, before he'd even met her. Funny how that kept happening with people.

"Right, yeah." He laughs. "Well, I guess we're even then. I'm Sora, if I didn't say before. I'm glad you weren't hurt either time."