It was mooooooooorning. Morning was all warm and cozy. Even though Rikku was a little sunburned and a little hungover.

Ooooh, and she had a nifty ring on her left hand. From Sven and Marina Fellina Katarina Whoknowsina's superfly wedding. She couldn't believe the attendants hadn't thrown them out. She'd have to ask if anyone got a tape. Fake- ( Read more... )

( Hey, 308. She was home again. )

Two daughters, very different, both gone. One wee Turk, not hers in any sense, gone as well.

Rikku was walking back to the dorms, very, very slowly. And trying not to sniffle quite so much. And failing.

She reached over, almost instinctively, for Reno's hand.

(for the modded one)

Rikku was on the roof. Rikku was okay.

Rikku was not okay. But Rikku was going to pull it together and be okay anyway, because she was a Guardian, dammit, and she didn't have time for this ( Read more... )

( Sunday morning snuggles, and then Jude gets kittyzapped )

( Saturday morning was usually a good, happy morning. )

Rikku left the coffee shop quickly, which was probably rude and horrible and awful but if she stayed there a second longer she was going to start crying and if she started she might never stop and that wasn't fair to do to him, he was way more upset than her, he was ... had been ... an old friend of ...

( Rikku gets lost and makes a phone call. )

A very tired Rikku walked up the stairs to the fourth floor. Triumphant, but not bouncing. It had been a long weekend and watching the sky eat people was something she really could have skipped. She thunked on the door and leaned against the frame, waiting ( Read more... )

It was sort of hard to walk when you were squeezing someone else and refusing to let go, particularly up four flights of stairs, but somehow Rikku and Jude managed.

Rikku had just managed to stop crying when she saw the bright orange cone sitting on the other bed in Jude's room. So much for that.

(locked to the babydaddy-no-more)