A story that takes place long ago... [closed, incomplete]
WHO: Princess Garnet (caged_canaries) and Zidane (wanderingmonkey)
WHAT: A little Christmas gift-giving!
WHERE: Garnet's yard.
WHEN: Just after this exchange.
Zidane had always been good with street kids. He was a gang-leader type of guy, and had no trouble at all ringing together a good group of men to work with him, work for him, and help him get large projects like this one done. Getting a crew to sneak it into Garnet's back yard in the middle of the night was a little harder - especially since he was trying not to wake her up - but Rivelata's power-restraints hadn't robbed him of his smooth talking or his natural charms, so in the morning after he snapped his journal shut he found himself waiting confidently at the princess' front door, proud of his success.
In the end it was a good thing he hadn't brought up staying with her, he realized. It was much harder to sneak out of a house than sneak around it, and even as careful and crafty a man as Zidane would have had a hard time sneaking out past Dagger. If it hadn't been her natural alertness it would have been his conscience that kept him inside, and if he'd been inside all this time he would never have been able to get her gift together. It hadn't been so much for Christmas - they had no Christmas in their world, after all - as for the sheer hell of it, for the purpose of gifting her with something, of cheering her up, seeing her smile.
The smile was what he'd missed most, wasn't it?
Besides, he'd never pass on the chance to fluster the princess. S'what I do best, he thought, and he smiled all the wider as he waited.
WHAT: A little Christmas gift-giving!
WHERE: Garnet's yard.
WHEN: Just after this exchange.
Zidane had always been good with street kids. He was a gang-leader type of guy, and had no trouble at all ringing together a good group of men to work with him, work for him, and help him get large projects like this one done. Getting a crew to sneak it into Garnet's back yard in the middle of the night was a little harder - especially since he was trying not to wake her up - but Rivelata's power-restraints hadn't robbed him of his smooth talking or his natural charms, so in the morning after he snapped his journal shut he found himself waiting confidently at the princess' front door, proud of his success.
In the end it was a good thing he hadn't brought up staying with her, he realized. It was much harder to sneak out of a house than sneak around it, and even as careful and crafty a man as Zidane would have had a hard time sneaking out past Dagger. If it hadn't been her natural alertness it would have been his conscience that kept him inside, and if he'd been inside all this time he would never have been able to get her gift together. It hadn't been so much for Christmas - they had no Christmas in their world, after all - as for the sheer hell of it, for the purpose of gifting her with something, of cheering her up, seeing her smile.
The smile was what he'd missed most, wasn't it?
Besides, he'd never pass on the chance to fluster the princess. S'what I do best, he thought, and he smiled all the wider as he waited.