what are the colors of memory? implied marluxia x naminé.
An endless expanse of blue sky (her pencil scribbles, but however much she colors, it's never /blue/.) Warm sand, the breeze on her face. Smiles.
But these are not her memories. They are hers, his.
Her memories are white walls days pages that she fills with the careful scratchscratch of pencils. Her memories are his touch voice breath as he parts her thighs and opens her (the pencil falls; the colors are too familiar.) His smile.
She thinks that maybe she could melt away, shadows in flight (her pencil lifts again; if only she could draw 'light' in all colors) and dive-
-and somewhere (under that blue sky) remember again.