A story that takes place long ago... [closed, incomplete]

[wanderingmonkey]

WHO: Princess Garnet (caged_canaries) and Zidane (wanderingmonkey)
WHAT: A little Christmas gift-giving!
WHERE: Garnet's yard.
WHEN: Just after this exchange.

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[caged_canaries]

As requested, Garnet had dressed in her finest: the silky white, ivy-embroidered gown and accessories from her homeland of Alexandria. As she stood in front of her full-length mirror to make necessary adjustments, an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia moved over her. She narrowed her eyes as her expression softened, and she smiled through the brief sadness. Whatever her people were doing, she was sure they were fine.

She adjusted her crown and smoothed out the wrinkles in the fabric of her gloves and finally left the room, stealing herself a glance into the quiet sky above as she passed by one of the hallway windows before moving downstairs. I wonder what Zidane has planned.... There wasn't much she could put past him. He was, after all, a master of most trades, wasn't he? Thievery, theatre-- the art of flirtation. At that thought, she paused on the last step. He's different now.Swiftly, she moved across the lower rooms of the house, exhaling softly as she placed her hand on the front door handle, but she only paused briefly before

[wanderingmonkey]

Zidane was dressed exactly as he had been the first time they met, which was generally exactly as he was usually dressed, except pressed and neat. He had taken great care to be prepared and proper for this, to be suave and cool, and certainly not to be tongue-tied.

But how could he not, when she popped up looking like she did? Zidane had to pause, eyes a little wide, mouth a little open as he saw her. It had been too long since he'd seen her dressed up. He'd set out to fluster the princes... how was it she'd ended up flustering him?

The thief cleared his throat, remembering his crew waiting in the back, and shook himself out of his daze. Hopefully Dagger hadn't noticed him staring. He tucked an arm against the small of his back and bowed as the door opened, stepping forward to offer a hand to the emerging princess.

"Well met by moonlight, milady," he said, and if she took his hand he would bend over to kiss the back of hers as he did.

DURR.

[caged_canaries]

She blushed softly as she took his hand, and when he kissed it the pink in her cheeks only brightened. Not too long ago, his charm might have been ignored. Not now, though-- not today. Zidane. She would have liked to say his name, but as she parted her lips to speak it, not a sound came out. She began to feel self-conscious.

Did she look okay? Was her hair smooth? Her crown wasn't crooked, was it? And her dress-- it hadn't wrinkled at all, had it? Since her trip down the stairs. She bit her bottom lip in contemplation and nervousness. This was strange. Awkward, even. She could hardly recall getting so flustered over a boy before.

After a moment, she gathered her wits about herself and smiled through her nervousness. "Where did you want to go?"

X3 D'awww Dagger, WHY SO CUTE.

[wanderingmonkey]

"It's a secret," he said, placing a finger on his lips and winking. "You're gonna have to close your eyes."

Even if she didn't quite trust him yet - she was from before they'd known each other as well as he knew his Dagger, after all - it wasn't far to go relying on his lead. He kept himself from making tell-tale glances towards the backyard, and hoped none of the crew would sneak out and give the whole thing away.

He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Trust me, I won't get us lost."

SHE'S AT THAT AWKWARD STAGE. XD

[caged_canaries]

Close her eyes? For a moment, she regarded Zidane with a strange look-- a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. But it was supposed to be a surprise, wasn't it? She could only hope that, whatever he had planned, it wasn't too outrageous. Although she had herself a bit of a rebellious streak, she couldn't allow herself to be associated with anything--

What was she thinking?

Silently, she nodded and closed her eyes, tightening her own grip on his hand.