{Kingdom Hearts} Walk of Faith {Final Fantasy}

Walk of Faith {7}

Stellaluna sat with her hands folded before her. She was smiling, but her mind was off in a far off place. How was she supposed to feel? Happy that she escaped safely with her family? Or sad that she left behind good friends who helped her family escape? Her stomach churned with the feelings in her mind.

Snow, who sat next to the far off tightrope walker, had his arm around her shoulders. He pulled her towards him and let her rest her head against him. When his thumb and forefinger stroked her earlobe, she came back down to earth.

"Snow," she murmured.

"Welcome back, Luna," he whispered. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know..."

He continued to rub her earlobe between his fingers, trying to sooth her nerves. "It's going to be okay. You're with us now, and we won't let anything happen to you."

"I know. You've never led me astray, Snow."

His brows pinched together with a little guilt. For a moment, he just looked at his knees, but then his hand ran down her neck to her upper arm, where he began to rub her gently.

.:~☽~☆~☾~:.

"Snow!" A petite girl, 9 years old, ran across the lush backyard of the Dragonfly Orphanage. It was late spring, a bit cold, but still warm. It was the perfect weather for that cute blue dress Stellaluna wore.

Snow, young and vibrant, leaned against a tree. He was in the shade, waiting for his companion. He heaved out a laugh as she ran past him. "Luna, you really need go learn how to hear."

"Oh," she looked back for him, "but you were being so quiet."

"I'm just teasin', Luna. You don't need any superhuman hearin' or anything like that. I'll always be here for you to be your eyes."

Stellaluna held her hands out, trying to feel her way over to the tree, but she felt flesh at her fingertips instead. Fingertips against her own. Snow's hands were much bigger than hers, so his fingers were bent in order to match with hers. Snow then laced his fingers with hers and pulled her towards him. All the while, he had on a smile. The confused look Stellaluna always had on her face never ceased to amuse him.

Stellaluna blushed as he put his arms around her in a warm embrace. One hand was on her waist and the other pressed her head against his chest. He cradled her for a moment before sliding down against the tree. She slowly sank down with him as he pulled her down.

"Is Axel going to make me walk on the laundry line again today?" Stellaluna asked.

"He really wants this circus to work, so...yeah he'll make you." He looked down at the top of her head. "Your feet hurt, don't they?"

"I want to make Axel happy..."

"If you're cramping up, I want you to tell me, alright?"

"Do you like tightrope walkers, Snow?" She finally looked up at him.

He laughed, his chest heaving up and down. "I like a tightrope walker."

She giggled and buried her face into his chest. "You'll be there for me, right Snow?"

"Always." He pressed his lips against her forehead.

.:~☽~☆~☾~:.

Snow let out a sigh as the memory faded. He remembered the times when Axel made Stellaluna walk across a laundry line back at the orphanage. Stellaluna wished to make him happy, so she did what he wanted. She did so, even though her feet cramped up badly, barely abling her walk a few days afterwards. The numerous times she fell off that line was because of those nerves in her feet cramping up. The first few times, she knocked her head against the ground and fell unconscious. Learning from the incidents, Snow always stood near the line to catch her if she fell. To this day, during practice, during shows, he would always make sure he was near enough to catch her if worst came to worst.