I'm all out of faith, This is how I feel
Who: walkthedawn and mirroredmemory
When: 30/06
Where: The Apartment That Never Was
Summary: Riku pays a visit to Xion to try and help her get over her PTAPSD: Post Traumatic Ansem Possession Stress Disorder
Warnings: Angst and the like
Xion's home alone; it's midday, the sun is shining and the curtains are wide open. The apartment is light, and warm, warm enough even to have the window open to let in the breeze, but Xion is curled in on herself on the sofa, feet tucked beneath her, Winner nestled up in her lap, and she's watching the TV without really seeing anything. She has to have noise, if there's noise then she won't think. She won't stop to think about Naminé being gone, or how Ven is still asleep and it's all her fault that Vanitas managed to hurt her, and she won't dwell on the fact that her best friend is back in the Port without any idea of who she is.
She's worried everyone enough. She's not going to be a burden anymore. That's why she's told Roxas and Joe that she can be left alone now, she can't worry them anymore.
But she's still having nightmares. She still won't sleep alone; she climbs into Roxas' bed most nights and lies close to him, rigid and afraid of the dark and just listening to him and Joe sleeping in the bunk beneath.
In the dark when she's alone she hears his voice, even though he's gone and hasn't come back yet. When she sleeps she's watching everything that Xehanort's Heartless did happen again and again and she can't stop it. She can't move, she can't speak, she's a prisoner in her own skin and it's so much like that time she hates to think about, when she was trapped in an unyielding metal frame and it just makes her want to scream. So she tries to stay awake at night, and sleeps fleetingly in the day.
She knows they're worried, and she doesn't want them to worry about her when there's so much more to worry about. Winner wriggles and puts her paws on Xion's chest, boosting herself up to butt her head against the girl's chin. She strokes the cat's head gently and brushes her thumb against the tips of her ears, petting her cat to stop herself from thinking.
When: 30/06
Where: The Apartment That Never Was
Summary: Riku pays a visit to Xion to try and help her get over her PTAPSD: Post Traumatic Ansem Possession Stress Disorder
Warnings: Angst and the like
Xion's home alone; it's midday, the sun is shining and the curtains are wide open. The apartment is light, and warm, warm enough even to have the window open to let in the breeze, but Xion is curled in on herself on the sofa, feet tucked beneath her, Winner nestled up in her lap, and she's watching the TV without really seeing anything. She has to have noise, if there's noise then she won't think. She won't stop to think about Naminé being gone, or how Ven is still asleep and it's all her fault that Vanitas managed to hurt her, and she won't dwell on the fact that her best friend is back in the Port without any idea of who she is.
She's worried everyone enough. She's not going to be a burden anymore. That's why she's told Roxas and Joe that she can be left alone now, she can't worry them anymore.
But she's still having nightmares. She still won't sleep alone; she climbs into Roxas' bed most nights and lies close to him, rigid and afraid of the dark and just listening to him and Joe sleeping in the bunk beneath.
In the dark when she's alone she hears his voice, even though he's gone and hasn't come back yet. When she sleeps she's watching everything that Xehanort's Heartless did happen again and again and she can't stop it. She can't move, she can't speak, she's a prisoner in her own skin and it's so much like that time she hates to think about, when she was trapped in an unyielding metal frame and it just makes her want to scream. So she tries to stay awake at night, and sleeps fleetingly in the day.
She knows they're worried, and she doesn't want them to worry about her when there's so much more to worry about. Winner wriggles and puts her paws on Xion's chest, boosting herself up to butt her head against the girl's chin. She strokes the cat's head gently and brushes her thumb against the tips of her ears, petting her cat to stop herself from thinking.