Is it a Gift or is it a Curse?

[lethechained]

Characters:  Naminé (lethechained) and open.
Setting: Floor Twenty
Format: Starting this way, will match.
Summary: Naminé is not sure what to make of her 'reward' for participating in the experiment.
Warnings: Contemplation, mentions of being trapped in a castle full of heartless people. TL;DR, as is unfortunately often the case I'msosorry.

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[prayerless]

Aqua would really appreciate it if the maintainers of this tower would make all of the floors elevator-accessible. Footing the floors between starting point and destination was unpleasant and downright tedious at points. Thankfully, the new library was not far. But it still left this frankly rather intimidating floor to pass through

/doesn't mind

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Too caught up in her thoughts, Naminé did not realize she was being approached until she heard her name called. It was foolish to allow herself to be so distracted in a place like that, not just because of the tower's inherent dangers but also because of some of the people in it, and she realized that only belatedly. She knew that voice, though, so when she turned it was not in the sharp kind of way someone who was totally startled might have. She was surprised to see Aqua all the same, but she was not at all displeased to, and she smiled slightly as she returned the greeting with a, "Hello, Aqua

<3

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When Naminé reacted positively to her presence, Aqua took a few steps closer, until she was almost directly at the blonde's side. "Thinking, huh?" parroted the magician, her gaze not on the young artist, but rather stuck on some distant point far out into the surroundings of the tower. She could understand that. She'd been doing a lot of thinking too, even if it wasn't all savory.

She fixed herself with a smile and peered down at Naminé, preceding her warm inquiry of, "Do you mind some company?" Even though Aqua didn't much mind either way when it came to her own musings, she knew that some people preferred to be alone with their thoughts.

<3 c:

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Naminé began to nod, realized Aqua was looking out at the distance and therefore might not be able to see her, stopped, then said, "Yes." Turning her own eyes the same direction once more, the blonde girl clasped her hands together on her lap. The urge to move the doll was still there, but so was her resistance to the thought, and the resistance continued to win out.

Seeing Aqua turn her way again out of the corner of her eye, Naminé looked up, expression curious. The question came as a little bit of a surprise, but that surprise was quickly followed by a smile of her own. "I don't mind at all." In fact, thoughts or no, it might be nice to have some company. At least that way she wouldn't be able to forget that even if this place was a cage, too, it was a much nicer one than the one the doll had been in.

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Following that, Aqua quietly parked herself next to Naminé, folding her legs beneath her and gingerly laying the dormant Keyblade beside her knees. She balanced herself with one hand on her leg and the other against the floor, head inclining towards her companion. "What are you thinking about?" asked the master delicately. She was trying not to seem too invasive, indicating in her tone that it was okay if Naminé didn't want to talk about it. She didn't exactly want to bring up everything she had ever thought about.

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Already having anticipated that such a question might come up, Naminé looked down at her hands but did not hesitate long before saying, "My 'reward'." Her tone was only subtly displeased. Despite Aqua's rather soothing nature, the blonde girl still had her reservations about sharing her problems, as she always did. While she readily explained things if necessary, at the same time she hoped to be able to avoid upsetting anyone, regardless of whether that displeasure was the result of sympathy or something else.

"It..." Those reservations yet lingered, but she was fairly certain that her answer had not been enough and she'd already started to speak again, so it had to be finished somehow. What she meant would come out sooner or later. "... wasn't a very nice thing to give me."

[prayerless]

The magically-inclined Keybearer listened patiently when the other girl spoke. At the response, her gaze finally ventured to the doll, and though she wanted to smile at its appearance, the apparent meaning behind it kept her from doing so. She wasn't sure exactly what made it so offensive to Naminé, but it must have been something potent if the appearance of the doll was triggering such melancholy.

"What's wrong with it, if you don't mind me asking?" Aqua questioned with worry, averting her eyes from the tiny likeness to the one it was made to represent. It couldn't have been cursed -- at least not through magical means -- or Aqua would have been able to detect it. It had to have been something more symbolic.

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"I don't mind." It was a logical question to follow that with, and she couldn't (and didn't) blame Aqua for asking. One of the girl's hands opened slightly, as if she was once again considering picking up the doll, but then her hand closed again and edged just a little closer to her body instead. It was hard for the girl to keep Aqua's gaze once she turned to meet it, and keeping her eyes still only got more demanding as the blonde continued to speak. "It..." Her hand clenched just a bit more tightly, even though her expression remained almost the same. "... reminds me of... a difficult time."

That was a terribly inadequate description of the situation and she knew it, but perhaps in that situation censorship was for the best.

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Once she noticed how difficult it seemed to be for Naminé to keep eye contact, Aqua diverted most of her attention to the doll instead, though she continued to listen to the words being spoken. She had deduced that something like that would be the case. It didn't tell her any more than she already suspected, but at least she wouldn't have to run on assumptions.

"I see." The master regarded the effigy with a pensive hush. "Maybe she's just here to remind you that that time is over now." While Aqua didn't know the specifics, she was familiar with nostalgia -- all forms of it. She put on a small smile, looking to Naminé again. "I mean, she understands better than anyone else, right?"

Maybe it was juvenile of her to project such a childlike sentience onto the doll. But different people had different ways to cope; maybe it would help Naminé to think of the doll more as a companion than a scar.

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Naminé was quietly relieved when Aqua turned her attention to the doll, and even more relieved when she didn't ask for further explanation. At the same time, the blonde girl was just a bit ashamed of herself; for so long she'd wanted to be able to tell someone everything, to not have to hide things... but it seemed she'd have to keep waiting, because now that she had the chance, she found herself afraid, for more reasons than one

[prayerless]

Instead of staring a hole into the doll, Aqua eventually deigned to look out into the distance beyond the tower's walls. She wondered if someone would be able to escape that way if they tried -- and then doubted that idea, just because she was sure that if that was the case, the news would have gotten out a long time ago. Still, the taste of the outdoors was very tempting. Maybe this floor was designed that way on purpose.

"Then she's here for you," answered the Keybearer easily, "to make sure you get through this bad time too." She glanced to the doll again and smiled, pointing down to it. "She has wings, right? Maybe she's like a guardian angel."

True, a doll couldn't do much in the way of protecting on its own, but maybe it was what it represented that was important. Honestly, Aqua wasn't sure exactly what Naminé had been through. She probably needed to know that someone, or something, was watching over her.

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A guardian angel? Naminé continued to regard the doll, hardly noticing her own head tilt. It was true, the doll did have wings. They could have been meant to represent a caged bird, or maybe an angel. The meaning might have varied widely depending on which side one chose, but... the fact remained that the choice still belonged to the beholder. It seemed odd that the people who ran the tower might give her something to try to instill hope, and yet-- once again, she thought that that was a much better way to put it. It was true that the doll had been her companion, although it had served more the purpose of a mirror. But... just as Naminé had broken free from what had defined her then, the doll could be released from her former meaning, too, couldn't she

[prayerless]

Aqua gave a light-hearted chuckle. "Then you can come up with a new meaning for her, can't you?" She shifted to let her legs dangle off of the edge of the tower, and absently swung a foot out to feel how gravity pulled down on it. The mage briefly pondered on if an Aero spell would keep her afloat outside the confines of the building.

"There's no reason to find other things to be upset about while we're here," the blue-haired woman went on kindly, leaning back on her hands. "She's yours now. No one else's. You're the one who gets to decide what she is and what you're going to do with her now." A nostalgic smile touched on her lips. Similar tokens came to her mind: the flowers Kairi gave her, Ven's wooden Keyblade. The Wayfinders.

"You'd be surprised at what little things can become important to you."

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"Mm. I can...!" Naminé watched the motion, and although she'd seen plenty of memories of dangling one's legs off the side of high platforms, she made no move to mimic it. It would probably have been at least a little exhilerating, but she wasn't so sure she wanted to try that for the first time in a place proven to be as dangerous as the tower. Still, she was tempted, if only because it was an experience she'd previously been denied.

Her head turned so she could watch Aqua's face instead when she spoke again. Blinking at the first part, Naminé lowered her head, briefly distracted by a wave of shame; she should have known better than to complain like that. However, she was quickly distracted by another thought that she unintentionally echoed. "No one... else's...?" That, in and of itself, was a rather jarring thought. Her drawings, her creations, had never even seemed like they fully belonged entirely to her - so frequently they were drawings of memories that didn't belong to her, or of people she'd met but of course had