Two Hundred and Tenth Position ]Video (Accidental) + AP[
Without you, I'm like this, Prince. Like an agonizing bird.
[After the curse that forced her to face her loss, Rue had caged herself, unwilling to leave the stage as she danced. To convey her sorrow with the grace of her moves. To end again and again as the Dying Swan. Arms folded, on tiptoe, she dreamily and very slowly circled the stage. With ( Read more... )
[After the curse that forced her to face her loss, Rue had caged herself, unwilling to leave the stage as she danced. To convey her sorrow with the grace of her moves. To end again and again as the Dying Swan. Arms folded, on tiptoe, she dreamily and very slowly circled the stage. With ( Read more... )
By anybody's standards, the past few weeks had been a loss. But some... helpful prodding from Seifer, and the sad state the police force was in, finally frustrated Squall enough to shake off the depression that had gripped him since Rinoa had disappeared. A visit to the Hall of the Missing with the last reported roster in hand had turned out to be reasonably productive, and the metaphorical mental gears were grinding away as Squall headed along the street.
For the moment, he wasn't in any real hurry; he made a last note in his Network device as he went before looking up from it to mind where he was headed, still wearing a faint frown of concentration.]
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She walked out of the Hall, after tidying her clothes and hair. If her Prince wasn't here to love her, then she would have someone else... everyone else fill the emptiness his loss left her with.]
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If anyone had been there to ask him, he couldn't have even said what it was about her that made him think, just for that first instant, sorceress. But rather than Adel or Ultimecia or Edea, the feeling reminded him more than anything of Rinoa, and so he hesitated, the trace of wariness falling away from his expression.
He thought briefly about saying something, but with no idea of what to say, he settled for nodding to her instead.]
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She recognized the feeling, a certain nostalgia from him? He had been in the Hall of the Missing?]
And you?~ Who did you lose?
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Squall let out a chuff of breath, like a wry laugh without any real humor in it.]
You too, huh?
[He looked away for a moment, off at nothing in particular.]
...Somebody important.
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How beautiful is she? Your lost Princess?
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...not all that beautiful.
[Rinoa would hate to hear him say it. But Squall preferred unadulterated truth. And anyway, Rinoa wasn't there.]
But she's pretty. And strong.
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[Rue asks. Even so he loves her like Mytho loves her knowing she's an ugly "raven" inside.]
Your love in her absence will turn bitter.
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[He said it dismissively, with a little shake of his head. What did he know about beauty, anyhow? But Rue's other words brought his eyes sharply back to her, and turned his flat voice firm and uncompromising.]
That won't happen.
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[Rue sounds convinced, as firm as he does.]
You should try to keep that devotion untouched by that jaded reality.
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[Squall seemed to think about that for a moment, brows drawing together, as though seriously considering the idea. But soon he shook his head again.]
There isn't any other reality that matters. I'm her knight, whether she's here or not.
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Wouldn't you rather be her Prince? Be a Prince?
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[He doesn't have to give it more than a moment's thought.]
No. I'll keep the promise that I made. That's fine for me.
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