onepassingnight

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[It's heavy, threatening, loud. The sound of waves chaotically sloshing around the open sea and rebelliously assaulting the tiny, wooden boat. The waves bend the small vessel to their will, and it joins the disarray of the waves as it is tossed and thrown into a directionless whirl. This goes on, the same pattern of waves with all the same sounds and sights.

The captain of this ship, however, stays glued to center of the deck. Despite the chaotic, unruly voyage, the invisible physics of this realm keep her held tightly down with her legs folded up like pretzels. She's cradling a small looking glass that extends to be much longer. Hesitantly, the girls lifts it to her eye, looking out on the thin layer of blue that covers the briny deep. Her examination doesn't last long, but she continues to do it in pendulum with the waves. Everything is a cycle, and it goes on for a long, long time before she breaks out.

Long, baggy white pantlegs scream as they transition into strips of black leather held tightly together by the metal zipper between them. It happens on her entire body, like a snake that shed its skin growing a new coat of ebony.]

There was something...[Her voice is soft and careful. Unsure and worrisome. Like hitting the wrong frequency might cause this whole ship to capsize. She speaks only to herself, vocalizing heavy thoughts and emotion.]

Something that I was doing. And I can't...I was supposed to go back...
That's right. Sora...[Becoming aware of her surroundings, the seas seem to shift at her subconscious whim. The waves settle into a gentle, rhythmic lap against the wooden exterior.]

He wanted to build a raft...Explore the sea and all the worlds. [It was a good wish. One the tide loving Xion could easily share herself. But in the wake of the end of her life, it's a bittersweet sensation to watch these tides glisten in the sun.]

Is this his wish? What's become of me now...? Now that...

[A heavy sigh of realization. Although the presence of anything to realize eludes her. Shde doesn't know where she is, why, or what to do.]

I don't understand.

[The girl is lost at sea.]

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That's right. [There's a nearby boat, somehow, that seems entirely untroubled by the storms. Its inhabitant smiles, but the smile is cold somehow; empty. The matter-of-fact calm makes the words almost worse somehow.]

It was always useless to struggle. In the end, everything is lost anyway. Your friends, your accomplishments, your memories.

[Who should know better than Lethe, the goddess of Oblivion?]

None of those things has any value to itself. So why struggle so hard for them?

[The strangers words sting her hard, and she brings in her legs close to her chest.]

But it's important to me...
They are...

[The frigid smile doesn't waver.]

And what fate will that bring you? [She goes on without waiting, as if she's already assumed it's an unpleasant one.] It's better to avoid that sort of painful experience.

[She's honestly too morose to tell her to cut it out. It just kind of makes her feel sick.]

But I can't just...run away...

Not this time...

[Lethe doesn't necessarily care when she's cruel; and so right now, she still doesn't back away.]

This time?

[That, however, catches her notice. How many senshi has she seen run away from the oncoming judgment of Galaxia?

And how many found it was futile? Much as she counsels taking easier courses, she chose to sell out.]

[She's speaking from between her knees now, her head having lowered onto them, staring into the sides of her boots. She's been through so much in the past couple of days, and lost even more. The uncertainty of what's happening her is what's worst of all.]

...I didn't know what else to do.

[There's something like a dry laugh, but it's obviously devoid of humor.]

I'm not even...sure if I'm really alive right now.

If you're here, you still have some form of existence. [She's never seen the importance of the body itself; it's only a shell.]

[Xion manages to look back up, watching the endless abyss more so than her visitor.]

...Where is "here"?

[She can only interpret it through what she knows.]

We're at the center of the galaxy; very far away from anywhere else. Your boat is impressive, to be capable of staying afloat here.

Like mine, even though we're far from my river.

[ It's strange. He'd been on an island for a while. A strangely familiar one where he could have sworn he heard laughter softly murmuring with the tide that came in. An island with a cave and a club house- and some rickety stairs leading to a tree house. But of all the things associated with that island was the tree with the star-shaped fruit. It was one he had been sitting on quietly, just enjoying a sunset.

But then the clouds had rolled in, ones that brought a storm. A storm that brought moving shadows with neon glowing eyes. And before he had known it, he was being cornered at the edge of that little outcrop that had once been sanctuary. Anxiety sparked panic. And panic turned to action. Before he had known it, he was jumping, falling into the ocean. He swirled within its depths. But just as it seemed like it would last forever, he finally broke surface. Gasping and coughing out water, he kicked and tread water as best as he could until he felt something bump into his back. Looking back, he caught sight of a piece of driftwood. And quickly took advantage of it.

It was where he still remained when the ship came passing through. And Roxas, sensing opportunity of dryer sorts, called out as loudly as he could, even as the waves stirred from its voyage began to batter him away from it. ]

Hey! Over here!

[The boy couldn't elude the captain's gaze. After all, there sn't exactly a laundry list of things to do on this boat but think and stare out into the ocean. Screaming fields of dark blue sit on the other side of the looking glass, but ones her eyes catch onto something, onto that certain someone, her body gain an almost otherworldly energy.

She doesn't understand it, but she can't think that far. At present, it's only the motions. It doesn't require thinking; her fake little heart knows what to do all on it's own.]

Roxas! [The looking glass shatters as it drops to the wooden deck, all but forgotten as the captain searches desperately for something to help her friend. A crude black and white life preserver is cast towards him, and Xion watches in sweating desperation as it moves in slow motion towards him.

Waiting, while she's waiting her mind manages a brief inventory. It doesn't make sense for her to be here, or for him to be here. Is this a dream? No matter how hard her teeth sink into her lower lip, she doesn't get an answer. The familiar, all consuming ache of not knowing the truth drills into her head and drips down onto her heart.]

Just...grab on! I'll help you out of there!

[ The voice that he catches drifting through the open ear to his ears- it's familiar and yet it's not. But the strangest thing of all is that whoever they are, they know his name. Despite that, he has more pressing matters to deal with- like getting out of the open ocean before he's certain he'll drown. He can swim, sure, but he can't tread water for forever.

So, when the life preserve is thrown overboard his way, Roxas wastes no time pushing off from the piece of driftwood and paddling out after it. Though it's hard for him to reach it with the waves trying to plow him back, he keeps pushing, reaching. Again and again, he attempts to catch it and again and again, he misses. But finally, he finds a grip. He pulls himself to its body, adjusting his hold until he's practically hugging it with both arms as his eyes dart upwards. ] Got it!

[There's a bit of temptation as she looks down, the temptation of relief and curving those lips of hers into bright smile.

But she can't do it. The air of uncertainty is still too heavy, and she doesn't dare allow her heart to jump to such bright and happy conclusions. No, she's sure of it, that she and Roxas are not supposed to meet again like this. Something has to be wrong. Is she dreaming again?

But there's more pressing matters, like the boy stuck in the water. The best friend stuck in the water.
Having never utilized a lifebuoy, as the monochrome floatation device displayed, she honestly has no clue how to get him from the water up into the boat.
It doesn't make any sense! What's the use if you can't get them onto the boat!?

...That must be why it's called "preserver" and not "saver."
This is really unfortunate.

Xion settles for rolling up her sleeves and leaning her body off the side of the boat, which had no railing and was fairly low to the water. Maybe if she reached her hand far enough...
Huh.
She could swear the distance wasn't this small a moment ago.
Reaching out her black-gloved hand as far as she could, she hoped to grab onto him and somehow pull him up.]

Take my hand!

[ It's weird. He doesn't remember the boat being so low, but now it is and now he's so close. But it's a passing thought. His survival at the moment takes a little more priority. And so when she offers out her hand, he doesn't think twice to reach out after it. Maybe he should have. She's a stranger, after all. ...Right? But the motion comes almost instinctively all the same. It takes a few tries, but after one particularly good lunge, he finally catches her hand.

Looking up at her, there's a determined glint to his eyes. It's one that falls away though when he finally focuses on her. It's no one he's seen before. Of that he's certain. So then- why does that black hair and those blue eyes seem like... You'll have to forgive him for staring, Xion. He really doesn't mean it. There's just this gut feeling...

He lets it go, however, when his grasp on her fingers starts to slide and he tries to reaffirm it as best as he can. But all the same, he has to wonder if he'll manage to pull her into the water instead, if they'll both end up adrift in open water. He hopes not. Doesn't want to take her down with him. ]

[He floats above the waves, his magic holding him aloft. He's unsure of where he is or how he came to be here. A sea, choppy and with no end to it in sight.

He lands lightly on the small craft, like some ornate sea-bird, his robes damp from salt-spray.

He'd caught the tail end of the girl's words, audible over the sound of the waves.]

What's become of any of us? As we head out, into the dark. Perhaps some things are beyond understanding.

[Xion looks up at him through the looking glass. How is he doing that? And more importantly...what's he talking about?]

Um...[She calls out,] I'm not sure what you mean...

And you prove my point.

[He doesn't seem to be in the mood to explain the reason for his appearance, or his ability to fly.]

So much is beyond our understanding. Where do you think you are?

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/crashes this party wheeze I'll get to other things in a little

this took like ten tries whats wrong with me

Pssha. You're fine. Just take your time.

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fsdfisy;; And then I was making icons of Xion's Capture while writing this

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