all are one

[virago_queen]

Title: all are one
Fandom: FFVIII
Characters: Rinoa
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Stream-of-consciousness and general creepiness.
Summary: Magic isn't all Edea gave her.

Comments

[freijya]

This is an...AWESOME idea. I can only imagine how horrifying it would be to be Squall and watch Rinoa slowly destroy herself and everything he loved. More more! I like your use of the "stream of conscious" technique here, and the rambling style really set the unsettling mood. Good job. ^__^

[virago_queen]

^__^ Thank you so much! I was very nervous about this piece, since stream-of-consciousness always looks/feels awkward to me after I've finished it.

I might make a proper fic out of it sometime, from Squall's POV, if I'm feeling angsty. xD;

Is it weird that this is my favorite way to look at Rinoa? Oh, Sorceresses, why so crazy and fascinating? xD I swear, they're pretty much the only reason that I love VIII's world so much.

[deadcellredux]

I really liked this. I don't see a lot of fic approaching Rinoa's character in this manner, and I think the stream of consciousness style fit it very well. This was very dark and creepy; even more so because Rinoa's thoughts make perfect sense. Thanks for writing this!!

[virago_queen]

Thank you very much! I'm very glad you liked it, and even more glad that I could help fill a void in the fandom, hehe. ^^

[breyzyyin]

Oh, this was AWESOME! I loved how you wrote the stream of consciousness here. It fits the dark tone of this piece really well! :)

[virago_queen]

Thanks Breyzy~ <3

[gargoule]

Oh. ...just so much Oh.

This.. it's spooky and frightening and so real.

The madness - it comes, wouldn't it? In time, through time, from time With so much power, so much from different Sorceress? It's all a matter of time.
So many Sorceresses and only one Knight. Only one and he can't do everything, be everything that she needs/wants/desires. They never were/are/will be
It kills just a bit of her but it's quickly replaced by the slip-slide of power and that's okay. And the more the sadness kills Don't be sad, Squall, the more the emptiness kills His eyes are like ice again, the more the longing kills Was it ever love he had for me?, the more the power moves in like silk on skin.
She feels filled in a way he could never do for her and it's okay because she doesn't need him anymore. Outlived his usefulness. Another lap dog.

Nhhh, i subscribe to this so hard ...i'm leaving drabble bits in your journal! LOL
So, also, mem'ing this because it's amazing.

[virago_queen]

Lol! Well, thank you very much. ^^ *is very honored*