two | which to bury, us or the hatchet?

[curepotion.livejournal.com]

[ the classroom is utterly silent.

there are twenty polished wood desks of high caliber, each stamped with 'Alabaster Boarding School for Youths' in gold leafing. of the five in the first row, Riku is seated atop the third desk in a school uniform, pressed navy blue blazer and trousers with a sky-blue tie, a white dress shirt underneath (oddly enough, no shoes). the teacher's desk is empty, every desk is empty, and the back half of the classroom is practically shrouded in darkness.

none of that matters to Riku, though. he's just staring ahead to the dry-erase board in front of him, staring at it.

it's covered in red marker, messages ranging from 'you're a fake' and 'stop conning us' to 'please just talk to us again' and 'i miss having you around', although the latter are marginally less frequent than the formers. and in the middle, the only phrase in black, is you're a menace.

there are no erasers or markers anywhere near the board, or on Riku. as the door opens to shed more light, he looks over. ]

Why are you here?

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Well, it's better that way for her anyway.]

I don't like the cold anyway. [Not like this, not when her core is fire instead of ice. Tell her there's somewhere they can warm up.]

[curepotion.livejournal.com]

[ he sighs softly and shrugs off his large coat, putting it around her shoulders. it's lined to the brim and already quite hot from his own heat. he's wearing a sweater underneath. ]

/wibbles THIS SHOULD NOT BE SO CUTE T_T but i love it <33

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Such a simple gesture takes her totally by surprise. Ami glances at Riku, startled and almost wary, but after a moment, she nods. Then, even more belatedly:]

Thank you.

|D;

[curepotion.livejournal.com]

It's what people do.

[ he says softly, then frowns. and he revisits his idea. ]

Or what they should do.

a-awww

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She considers this.]

Where I'm from, it's more like we only come together to defeat our enemies.

[Or maybe that's her own stubbornness refusing to see the people she lives among now as 'friends' when that word, when the first time in her life she had people to call that word, ended so badly.]

[curepotion.livejournal.com]

That's where you're from. In dreams, you visit other places.

[ there's a rustle of dry pine leaves ahead, he knows it's just the wind. ]

You get to see places through someone else's eyes.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Like this? The forest here, through your eyes?

[Despite herself, she's being lulled by the forest, and by the kind gesture. Despite herself, she wants to reach out to someone. She shrugs her shoulders just enough to make the sweater cover more of them.]

[curepotion.livejournal.com]

Yeah. People have been murdered here before. It's not supposed to be a safe place in reality.

But it's my dream, and this place isn't full of horror for me. It's a sanctuary.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[There are few humans who'd stand a chance against her powers, if murderers lurked here after all.] I'm not afraid.

[That fear keeps everyone else out, instead of hurting him. She can understand the thinking. Besides, as he said, this is a dream. She has the unsettling feeling of wanting to do something to repay him for this gesture, and for showing her a place so important to him, but she doesn't know how to say it.

Instead, Ami walks on.]

If it's somewhere you come to be safe, I want to see it.

[curepotion.livejournal.com]

[ soft, wry chuckle. ]

That's a change.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

A change from what?

[The tone suggests looking too closely at how she chooses to present herself might be best handled very, very carefully.

Of course, he might have only a meant a change from the people who are afraid.]