a promise of memories. marluxia x naminé.
from his hands, only petals, ephemeral memories - but the garden he promises is real;
the beds the vases the vines that twine up marble no longer silent still
but each step
each floor filled with real memories of her own (not
borrowed - shaped beneath her fingertips) so she listens as
he promises with
each tear of his body into her as the garden grows beyond her cage with each memory of
him - and here, he promises, nothing is real.