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All That I Wanted [OPEN]

May 03, 2008 03:00

WHO: Garnet and ... whoever joins her?
WHAT: She needs some time to think and sort things out.
WHERE: The beach, and possibly elsewhere.
WHEN: Not too long after Kuja's journal entry.

( How could she trust the words of a man she didn't know? )

Ω garnet til alexandros, place - beach, larsa ferrinas solidor

Comments 17

solidor_heir May 4 2008, 12:58:32 UTC

Silence always broke his boyish heart. It was yawning in its berth, smothering in its thickness. It threatened to suffocate him, to tear down the carefully constructed layers of court etiquette to reveal the child inside.

He did not 'fit in' with the other Ivaliceans present in Rivelata. Princess Ashelia had Captain fon Ronsenberg. Balthier now had Fran. As for Larsa? The boy did want to trouble any of them, for fear of feeling too much like the child he tried to hide. He wiped his eyes for the uptenth time.

The nightly chill seeped into his room, and the boy slipped on a heavy woolen mantle before leaving the Inn ( ... )

caged_canaries May 5 2008, 03:57:44 UTC

[OOC: I don't mind at all! Sorry for the somewhat late reply; Iron Man happened, and was awesome and exciting.]

Had she been paying attention to her surroundings, she'd have taken note of someone approaching. Instead, she was lost in her own world, completely overtaken by the sound of the gentle waves crashing ashore and the many debates arguing themselves out in her troubled mind.

She jumped slightly as she felt the mantle drape over her shoulders, and was half expecting to see Zidane when she turned slightly to see her guest. Prince Larsa.... She smiled all the same, though sadly, and took the kerchief. Had she really looked so upset? Had it really been so obvious?

"...It's beautiful, isn't it?" She had seen the ocean many times before, but its beauty never failed to escape her. Sunrise and sunset may have been sublime to observe at the coast, but she couldn't recall anything as majestic as the wide open sea shimmering under the moon's glow.

"It seems I always find myself here. I find that I'm ... most at ease by the shore."

solidor_heir May 5 2008, 08:33:18 UTC

Larsa was an ever observant boy; the Solidor knew how pain twisted a person's expression, even if they tried to hide it. Sorrow always weighed the shoulders down, anxiety always pursed the lips. No, he was not new to any of this at all.

And still he would say nothing about it to her, for it was not a time to pry but a time to comfort instead. She was probably worried over her Queendom, just as he was worried about the Empire.

"It really is." He nodded in agreement, watching the gentle waves lapping at the shoreline. Larsa looked to his side where she stood, making sure the mantle was keeping her warm. He had stopped paying attention to his own needs for warmth, for in social etiquette she was situated higher.

"And I suppose it feels a little like home, because the sea looks the same no matter where you are. It just seems to go on forever and..." He sighed, smiling softly. "And you can pretend it touches the shores of home."

{{No probs XD Is it any good? I've been hearing it's awesome and so worth seeing. And apparently you have ( ... )

caged_canaries May 5 2008, 08:55:05 UTC

Ah, how easy it was for her to allow his words to carry her imagination away. Perhaps in some dream, she'd find herself on this shore once more and watch Alexandria's light glimmer on the horizon. Now, though, there was nothing.

But she could pretend.

Drawing the mantle closer to herself, she sighed softly and briefly reminisced. How strange it was that the last time she had been in Alexandria, she'd tried so hard to get out, and now all she wanted was to find some way back.

...But now, the appearance of that strange silver-haired man.... If he spoke the truth, if he really had destroyed the fleet and ... murdered her Mother-- She could feel her eyes welling with tears once more, and gently dabbed at her glistening eyes with the kerchief. If he.... Mother.... She'd wanted so much to help her, to see her get better. Had she really lost her? After everything she'd been trying to do, had all of her efforts crumbled in her open hands?

What would Alexandria do without a leader?

I must get back, but I know it's impossible. If I'd been ( ... )

solidor_heir May 5 2008, 09:37:26 UTC

"It is something we both need, Princess." He apologized. "I'm afraid I came here in need of your company and your kindness too." The moonlight whitewashed the blush on his cheeks, thankfully.

"I fear uncertain times are coming, just as we've both been plucked from uncertain times back home." He had tried so hard to avoid it, but in the end he could not help but bring the topic up. "How do you think this works, Princess? Think you that we are truly gone from home, or somehow this is a cruel dream we are to wake from?"

He hoped it would be the latter. He prayed it would be the latter. That he would awaken on the airship, curled up on the seat under Gabranth's watchful gaze ( ... )

caged_canaries May 5 2008, 21:57:18 UTC

If this was a dream, it was the most horrid she'd ever had. To dream of this, of being so far from home without a way back while such terrible things unfolded beyond her reach? The only comfort she had here was in having Zidane, and now Larsa, with her.

Awakening to find herself with Steiner, just a day or so from home, would be ... better than anything she could imagine. Steiner.... How she missed him now, and the others left behind.

'It is not your fault--'How fitting of him to know exactly what she was thinking, exactly how she felt. He was a Prince, after all. He'd left his own Kingdom behind when arriving here, hadn't he ( ... )

solidor_heir May 5 2008, 23:41:55 UTC

He wanted to say that he too was praying that he had not lost anyone whilst here. To lose a member of his already small family would destroy him. How could he be groomed as the Crown Heir if he had no one left to watch over him? To keep him company? To remind him he was a Hume, beneath the title and responsibility.

But Larsa said nothing. He didn't need to say anything. Instead, he carefully wrapped his arms around the Princess and held her tightly to him. When words weren't needed, an embrace would suffice.

caged_canaries May 6 2008, 03:04:10 UTC

As he young Prince embraced her, she felt her knees nearly give way. When had she become so weak, she wondered? She'd been trying so hard to be stronger, trying so hard not to think of affairs back home, but to focus on her life here and finding a way back.

What had happened to the strong, capable Princess that had attended the Resistance meeting?

"Please forgive me," she whispered, sniffling softly. "I know you have a family and a Kingdom of your own that you've been separated from. ...You have your own problems to deal with, and yet you hold yourself with so much poise. But, I.... I...." I am so weak at times like this.

She lifted her head to gaze at the stars through blurred vision. "I must be strong for her, for Alexandria. ...For myself." After a moments pause, she sighed softly. "I want to become a great Queen."

solidor_heir May 6 2008, 03:25:50 UTC

He held her close the way his guardians held him when he was upset. Gently he ran his fingers through her hair in a comforting rhythm.
"There is nothing to forgive," he murmured. The boy took the kerchief from her hand and gently wiped her face.

"You will become a Great Queen for your Alexandria. I know it." Larsa smiled softly. "For you have great compassion in your heart. A Queen who feels emotions will understand her people better. One cannot harden one's heart too much, for they will lose the ability to connect with others."

"To be born, bred and groomed as a ruler," He recounted an important lesson, "we must hide our weaknesses from our subjects. The two of us are rulers-to-be, are we not?"

Larsa cupped her face and pressed their brows together. "So never feel ashamed to be human in front of me, for our paths are so similar and our pains so exact."

caged_canaries May 6 2008, 04:54:24 UTC

His words and actions soothed her like no other's, and she flashed a hopeful smile-- almost feeling as though all her sorrow, loss, and pain was now washing right through her, like the waves upon the cool, sandy shore.

The compassion he spoke of her having, she could see so much of in him. It was in every word he spoke, and every action he took-- and Garnet took it all to heart.

His last words hit her most profoundly. Never before had she heard them; to say they simply touched her would have been an incredibly underestimation. No, they gave her renewed strength and confidence, and a sense of ... belonging. Zidane was a dear friend to her, but he could never completely understand her position-- not in the way that Larsa did.

She blushed brightly and nodded as her smile brightened. "I'm glad to have met you," she whispered. "Thank you, for everything."