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asgardmeridiem2012-05-20 05:32 pm
digophelia) wrote in asgardmeridiem2012-05-20 05:32 pm
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Who: Alice and Roxas
What: After dog bathing and singing in Asgard, Alice reaches out to Roxas to try sea salt ice cream
When: Day 85 (if not correct, will fix)
Where: Gefion
Warnings: Doubtful
By the time Alice gets to Gefion, the world's atmosphere is something that's lost it's appeal, it's luster, even as it held no color. Alice used to thoroughly enjoy walking in the grey landscape. Now, she came straight faced, in lighter colors to deal with the heat better, and of course, with her trade mark boots that never quite matched with her outfit. She started to remember finding Roxas on this very bench and how down trodden he looked. As she approaches softly, she shifts in her stance, a sense of feeling uncomfortable and out of place amongst the grey, alone.
So she had arrived first. Glancing over her shoulder, as it were, a nervous habit of Alice to make sure no one had came up behind her. Finally, on rare days like these - good days - Alice plops herself on the bench, letting her dress and petticoat flare around her. Just this once, she regrets not having Julius the dog accompany her. Poor, attention-starved, thing.
What: After dog bathing and singing in Asgard, Alice reaches out to Roxas to try sea salt ice cream
When: Day 85 (if not correct, will fix)
Where: Gefion
Warnings: Doubtful
By the time Alice gets to Gefion, the world's atmosphere is something that's lost it's appeal, it's luster, even as it held no color. Alice used to thoroughly enjoy walking in the grey landscape. Now, she came straight faced, in lighter colors to deal with the heat better, and of course, with her trade mark boots that never quite matched with her outfit. She started to remember finding Roxas on this very bench and how down trodden he looked. As she approaches softly, she shifts in her stance, a sense of feeling uncomfortable and out of place amongst the grey, alone.
So she had arrived first. Glancing over her shoulder, as it were, a nervous habit of Alice to make sure no one had came up behind her. Finally, on rare days like these - good days - Alice plops herself on the bench, letting her dress and petticoat flare around her. Just this once, she regrets not having Julius the dog accompany her. Poor, attention-starved, thing.