Navia could not resist laughing upon hearing Théadan state wearing his shirt as a dress tempted him after they shared a brief kiss, that dancing with her in it for too long would be a breaking point for him. It came as a bit of surprise to her that they hadn't ended up rolling around with the flowers, but Navia was happy with how they'd spent the remainder of their evening together. She always loved hearing how tempting he was for her as well and as she nodded, her face pleasingly rubbing against his shoulder, she knew he was always awfully tempting for her. Despite Théadan releasing her and adjusting his hold on her, Navia’s gaze remained on the blue and the red stars, a smile tugging at her lips at the way they twinkled together, but not at the same time. They began walking though, drawing her gaze from the pair of stars and back to Théadan. “<i>Kamijana</i>,” Navia told her when he asked, smiling up at him. It was a pretty word in her mind, one that if he so liked it, would be perfect for their little pair of stars amongst a world of others.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>It was no longer a sensation she wished to experience again; it was no longer a point of memory she needed to rely on to remember how it felt. The bright sun beating down on her bronzed skin was familiar again, something she had come to expect day by day. There were no clouds overhead, but the sun was cheerful and she could smell the sea, hear the call of gulls in the distance. Her loose hair was caught in the sea breeze, stark against the white gown she wore, matching the pristine walls of the city she’d grown up in. She knew it, loved it, and had been in that very moment before. The laughter of children bubbled up behind her just as she remembered it would as conversations between men and women were dulled around her. All tawny-skinned and black-haired, the small group of children appeared as they wove around the loose crowd, laughing and tossing a ball back and forth.<br/><br/>All it took was a turn and Navia knew what would happen next; she’d had this dream before, she knew she would see her family further down the street, waving for her to follow them. Only this time they were not smiling, were not merely beckoning, they were yelling. They were frantic. Confused, knowing Théadan’s hand would fall to rest on her shoulder next, Navia turned to greet him, but he was not there. The children passed her then, and she remembered what would happen, how one of them would turn back to look at her with the pretty green gaze she so loved. She understood now. She’d been dreaming of their child before they’d ever known for sure they had one. The smallest child turned back to look upon her, but the moment their eyes connected, a cold stab of fear pierced her heart.<br/><br/><i>Blue eyes. Indifferent, milky blue eyes.</i><br/><br/>The eyes of her attacker, of her enemy, of her victim. She took a step back at the same time a hand fell to rest on her shoulder, but before Navia could fill with relief that Théadan had found her, that hand suddenly clenched and roughly spun her. Argyle stood before her, neck ruthlessly slit, the blood dried and caked in the gash and his clothes. His eyes were filled with hatred though, filled with contempt. There was no hesitation on his part, he took advantage of her shock and his big, formidable hands clamped down on her neck like they had the night he died. She fought, she clawed, but when her eyes fell upon the broken body of her lover behind his older brother, panic took over. She wanted to yell for Théadan, to make sure he was all right, but nothing came, no matter how hard she tried, Argyle’s powerful hands robbed her of her voice.<br/><br/>She woke up screaming and twisting free from her perceived attacker’s hold, hands clutching at her own throat to make sure no hands were wrapped around it as she sat up.