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who → squall leonhart&rangiku matsumoto.
when → early morning. think pre-dawn.
where → an alleyway somewhere in the safezone.
rating → tba.
summary → in which squall goes through the time compression and finds himself in somewhere other than the place. sorry for the suckiness!
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Grey clouds swirled around in the pale, green-coloured sky above Squall's head. His eyes strayed from one end of desolate wasteland to the other, narrowing his eyes slightly to try and better his vision, perhaps spot something familiar in all this nothingness. And yet that was all it was; nothing. Had he done something wrong during the compression? Silence was his answer. Pushing aside thoughts of his own failure, Squall willed his body to move forward, his legs restless while his mind focused on trying to get out of here... wherever 'here' was, anyway. He would continue forward, he told himself, until he found his way to the field.
Moments turned to hours, and hours turned into eternity. Squall kept walking, walking until his legs were heavy as if they had been turned to lead and his will was wearing down. He wanted to see Rinoa - his mind focused on little else. But to what extent could he possibly be able to reach before his body would surrender, he did not know. All he knew was there was a vast nothingness before him, and a hopelessness planted in his heart like a seed. He was worn down, weak. His will was weary and tired, and now he wanted rest more than anything else. Slowly, as if out of some sort of half-hearted desperation, he raised his head to behold that which lay before him. Yet instead of the desolation... he was met with darkness. For a moment, for a brief and fleeting moment, he wondered if he had ended up in that oblivion he was lost in prior to this desolation. No, anything but that. Anything.
If you come here, you'll find me.
Where was 'here'? Why couldn't he make it back? Was she running through the fields, over the mountains, through cities? Like she was in the dream... how could he have let her down so easily?
I promise.
A pathetic declaration from a pathetic man. He wasn't much of a man, more a decrepit puppet who was only wearing down his strings till they snap. His heart felt cold as it sunk to the pit of his gut and he could find no more hope in his pursuit of light. He was lost, and it seemed like there was no way out of this. No way out, not even the tiniest flicker of strength in his body. What sort of knight cannot protect his sorceress? He must have been the first to fail her so easily...
His body was too heavy for him to push further, and he hadn't even realized it when he fell backwards to the ground. Still sitting up while his head hung forward, he tried his best to recollect his thoughts and come to a solution to this problem. Focus on the field, he told himself repeatedly. Focus on the field, the promise, Rinoa. But in all his weariness, he could hardly remember her face clearly... what kind of man was he, to not remember a woman he loved's face? Squall clenched his eyes closed as if it would help in his thought process, yet the action would prove futile as ever. Would he simply give up? He asked himself this question several times, his fingers digging into the dirt beneath him.
Digging into the dirt.
Squall's eyes re-opened, trailing lazily down to the floor he was sitting on. It was hard to see anything at all, really, but he could tell that it wasn't what one would expect to find in such desolation. He blinked, his movements slow as he wearily forced himself to pull his body upward, so that he could stand once more. He stumbled backward a few steps, though he did not allow himself to fall once again. With tired emotion did he glance about his surroundings - or what he could see of them, at least. It was as if someone was hold a thin black cloth over his eyes, yet he could still make out faint shapes and the like.
What should have been a field with beautiful yellow flowers, he saw large brick walls and heard the dripping of water. An alleyway? He could hardly tell. He could hardly see. But as he looked over the area, his eyes were attracted to one thing that he had been desperately searching for before: a light. A small, dim light in the near distance, and one that had sparked determination in his body once more. Squall willed himself forward again, his steps uneven and yet stronger than they were before. The ocassional bump into a wall or stumble over a trashcan didn't stop him. Tripping over his own feet only gave him more vigor to reach his destination. He wanted to see Rinoa... he wanted to see her again. He wanted to see her face more than anything he'd ever wanted before. More than life itself. More than...
The light came quickly, then seemed to fade away after only mere seconds, and for a moment was he temporarily blinded. He raised a hand to shade the bright light from his face, squinting so that he could see better. When everything came clearer, he felt himself more than slightly relieved, momentarily losing his balance and falling against the brick wall that stood behind him. While it certainly wasn't the field and he certainly didn't see Rinoa anywhere, he couldn't help but to feel as if an enormous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He was exhausted, yes, extremely so... but he also knew he could not stay here for long. He'd have to think of a way to get a hold of someone - anyone. Even if it were Laguna, much as he'd like it not to be.
But right now, in this moment, he could only let out a great sigh of relief.
when → early morning. think pre-dawn.
where → an alleyway somewhere in the safezone.
rating → tba.
summary → in which squall goes through the time compression and finds himself in somewhere other than the place. sorry for the suckiness!
_____
Grey clouds swirled around in the pale, green-coloured sky above Squall's head. His eyes strayed from one end of desolate wasteland to the other, narrowing his eyes slightly to try and better his vision, perhaps spot something familiar in all this nothingness. And yet that was all it was; nothing. Had he done something wrong during the compression? Silence was his answer. Pushing aside thoughts of his own failure, Squall willed his body to move forward, his legs restless while his mind focused on trying to get out of here... wherever 'here' was, anyway. He would continue forward, he told himself, until he found his way to the field.
Moments turned to hours, and hours turned into eternity. Squall kept walking, walking until his legs were heavy as if they had been turned to lead and his will was wearing down. He wanted to see Rinoa - his mind focused on little else. But to what extent could he possibly be able to reach before his body would surrender, he did not know. All he knew was there was a vast nothingness before him, and a hopelessness planted in his heart like a seed. He was worn down, weak. His will was weary and tired, and now he wanted rest more than anything else. Slowly, as if out of some sort of half-hearted desperation, he raised his head to behold that which lay before him. Yet instead of the desolation... he was met with darkness. For a moment, for a brief and fleeting moment, he wondered if he had ended up in that oblivion he was lost in prior to this desolation. No, anything but that. Anything.
If you come here, you'll find me.
Where was 'here'? Why couldn't he make it back? Was she running through the fields, over the mountains, through cities? Like she was in the dream... how could he have let her down so easily?
I promise.
A pathetic declaration from a pathetic man. He wasn't much of a man, more a decrepit puppet who was only wearing down his strings till they snap. His heart felt cold as it sunk to the pit of his gut and he could find no more hope in his pursuit of light. He was lost, and it seemed like there was no way out of this. No way out, not even the tiniest flicker of strength in his body. What sort of knight cannot protect his sorceress? He must have been the first to fail her so easily...
His body was too heavy for him to push further, and he hadn't even realized it when he fell backwards to the ground. Still sitting up while his head hung forward, he tried his best to recollect his thoughts and come to a solution to this problem. Focus on the field, he told himself repeatedly. Focus on the field, the promise, Rinoa. But in all his weariness, he could hardly remember her face clearly... what kind of man was he, to not remember a woman he loved's face? Squall clenched his eyes closed as if it would help in his thought process, yet the action would prove futile as ever. Would he simply give up? He asked himself this question several times, his fingers digging into the dirt beneath him.
Digging into the dirt.
Squall's eyes re-opened, trailing lazily down to the floor he was sitting on. It was hard to see anything at all, really, but he could tell that it wasn't what one would expect to find in such desolation. He blinked, his movements slow as he wearily forced himself to pull his body upward, so that he could stand once more. He stumbled backward a few steps, though he did not allow himself to fall once again. With tired emotion did he glance about his surroundings - or what he could see of them, at least. It was as if someone was hold a thin black cloth over his eyes, yet he could still make out faint shapes and the like.
What should have been a field with beautiful yellow flowers, he saw large brick walls and heard the dripping of water. An alleyway? He could hardly tell. He could hardly see. But as he looked over the area, his eyes were attracted to one thing that he had been desperately searching for before: a light. A small, dim light in the near distance, and one that had sparked determination in his body once more. Squall willed himself forward again, his steps uneven and yet stronger than they were before. The ocassional bump into a wall or stumble over a trashcan didn't stop him. Tripping over his own feet only gave him more vigor to reach his destination. He wanted to see Rinoa... he wanted to see her again. He wanted to see her face more than anything he'd ever wanted before. More than life itself. More than...
The light came quickly, then seemed to fade away after only mere seconds, and for a moment was he temporarily blinded. He raised a hand to shade the bright light from his face, squinting so that he could see better. When everything came clearer, he felt himself more than slightly relieved, momentarily losing his balance and falling against the brick wall that stood behind him. While it certainly wasn't the field and he certainly didn't see Rinoa anywhere, he couldn't help but to feel as if an enormous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He was exhausted, yes, extremely so... but he also knew he could not stay here for long. He'd have to think of a way to get a hold of someone - anyone. Even if it were Laguna, much as he'd like it not to be.
But right now, in this moment, he could only let out a great sigh of relief.