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My Dagger Comes to Me.

Nov 14, 2008 01:01

WHO: Garnet and Zidane
WHAT: Dagger is reunited once more with a ghost from her past.
WHERE: Docks.
WHEN: Very shortly after Zidane's arrival around dusk.

( Not a Fairytale Ending. )

garnet til alexandros, Ω zidane tribal

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wanderingmonkey November 14 2008, 06:30:43 UTC

He'd been sitting for a while, cross-legged on the sand, his journal in his lap for his perusal, his tail swaying idly from side to side. The whole idea of Rivelata wouldn't have bothered him as much as it did - and honestly, now that he knew Dagger was here that wasn't very much - if he'd had a way to get back. But he had time, they had all the time in the world to figure it out.

Besides, tropical islands beat the palace any day.

Zidane snapped his journal shut, standing and brushing the sand from his pants when he heard the footsteps behind him. He turned to her, taking a few slow steps forward as his face split into a grin, his hands setting themselves on his hips. He was right. The tan DID look good on her.

caged_canaries November 14 2008, 06:45:44 UTC

The wood planks gave way to soft sand, and with it her hopefulness to relief and guilt. She'd missed the opportunity to be there for him before-- for the last Zidane-- for him. She'd lost him too soon, and had come to know too late just what she'd been overlooking. The changes he'd gone through, his unrelenting loyalty.

This might not have been that Zidane, but he was still here. There was still a chance that the fluttering in her stomach and the tingling,anxious feeling jolting through every inch of her body wasn't just her. And even if it was even if he was the Zidane she'd known before arriving, it would be okay.

'I'm so sorry I wasn't there before.' The clutches of fabric were dropped, and as Zidane's smile widened and accented the harsh shadows on his face, Garnet could hardly contain her tears. She had halfa mind to give into silly urges to latch onto him, to wrap her arms around him in a tight embrace, but she stopped short; just inches in front of him, feeling as though the slightest breeze could carry her away ( ... )

wanderingmonkey November 14 2008, 06:59:23 UTC

He tucked the journal into the back of his pants, freeing his hands for an embrace, for a tear, for a cheek - though he wasn't about to try that when she was looking so upset. Besides, their long-awaited reunion was going to be more than a playful grope here and there.

Gently, he put his hands on her shoulders, neither pulling her closer nor pushing her away. His grin was a smile now, gentle but happy, even if he was a little disappointed that his plans for the play had fallen through. He had the greatest lines to recite to her, and now - ! Ah well. He'd gotten part of it through in the journals, at least. And if they were really stuck here for as long as it looked like they were, he was going to have plenty of time to recite to her.

"Yo."

WOO. caged_canaries November 18 2008, 05:53:42 UTC

At his touch, she smiled gently and lowered her head as her gaze fell to the sand at their feet. It was difficult to keep in mind that this wasn't the same Zidane that had been here before. Her guilt over her misfortune wouldn't be erased with him, regardless of how much she may have wanted it to be.

She was happy for his arrival, but this meant a completely new start, didn't it? All that had happened-- every action, every word-- It was all ... memories now. More so than it had been before.

Well, that was alright. A new start wouldn't be so bad at all. It was another chance, after all, wasn't it? She wouldn't take him for granted this time.

She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's nice to see you again."

\o/ YUMI IS SLOW. DX SORREEE! wanderingmonkey November 23 2008, 01:28:47 UTC

He returned the embrace, happy if a bit bewildered. Zidane had almost expected her to beat him for his brashness, chastise him for his recklessness, but here she was, vulnerable and sad, and he had to admit it worried him. Not missing a beat, and with none of the practiced charm that he'd used over the many years but with something genuine, something tentative and gentle, befitting the princess' current state of emotion, he reached up a hand to stroke her hair, the other holding her protectively, comfortingly.

More than any heist, more than any date, more than any giggle he'd enticed from the girls over the journals or on the boat, Zidane loved this moment. The girl in his arms, the precious canary - she would matter more, and for longer than any of that.

"It's great to see you too, Dagger."