Oh. She did it? Emerald irises blinked as they tried to look pass the paralyzed Cie’th for the victim that she had just saved. However, she didn’t have to try and strain her eyesight too hard, for the voice of the other had reached her ears. Both corners of her lips curled into a beaming smile, and with that said the Pulsian had started to bounce on her feet with joy. She had been saved, and had saved the other though with great effort. The feeling of being of use was overwhelming, but she kept it under wrap just in case there would be more monsters crawling up to test their strength—or skills, once more.
The Cie’th had been paralyzed, but it didn’t mean they were dead. With her magic alone, it wasn’t as strong enough as both melee and magic combined to take one down—let alone four of them. Vanille had snapped herself out of her happy thought, and had willed herself back to the situation at hands. Although she’d love to have some chit-chat with this girl, but that would have to wait after they’d find themselves out of this—wherever this was. She quickly moved her feet over to the other, before actually grabbing at the other’s hand as if to check that the girl was okay. Her eyes certainly didn’t deceive her. The brunette was fine—albeit looking a little tired.
“Yep! I’m alive. You’re alive. Let’s get out of here!” Without further ado, and with her still having the other hand’s in her grasp, Vanille glanced at all the hallways before deciding that taking a right turn would be best. The thought was still in her mind as she went to jog over at the right hallway, and all too casually dragging the brunette along as if she was the one being in charge. She was still being shaken by the appearance of the Cie’th. Seeing as they were the only nightmare that she wished to not being able to see—ever, again.
“Yes!” and with her hand still in the girl’s in a hold so tight as if she was afraid to let go, Rinoa was immediately led down the hallway before she could even do anything, her duster flapping behind her as she ran. (I wonder what’s on her mind?) The sorceress thought, glancing at the girl’s back. She seemed to know exactly what that monster was—to the point where she fainted on the ground. But right now wasn’t an appropriate time to ask questions. They had to run. Far away from it before the spell wore off.
Rinoa was pulled to the right, entering another endless corridor with the same gloomy atmosphere, the wall sconces pouring enough light to banish the darkness to the shadowy corners. Breathing heavily, she glanced around them, noticing how still everything was. No sudden vibrations. No ferocious growls reverberating. Only the sounds of two girls, lost, with their hearts hammering in their chests, running for their lives.
“Let’s go in a room,” she suggested in-between labored pants. “We can’t stay in the hallways forever.”
Even though she was afraid to find out what was behind these doors.
“It isn’t safe.”
But was anywhere in this creepy mansion safe?
//kisses you out of nowhere too then
(—This is the exact opposite of what I wanted.)
“I couldn’t resist joining in on the fun, too!”
“The house will be our last destination,” Caraway answered nonchalantly, hands in his jacket pocket. “I planned for us to take a walk around town, stop by a café and drink coffee, before going to the mansion and spending the last hours of our meeting there—that is, if that’s what you wanted.” He planned it days previously, estimating how many hours they might spend per each location. If they were both punctual (and if the conversation grew stale faster than he’d hope), this reunion of sorts would end in three to four hours. She probably had other plans, as well.
There was silence, only disrupted by the clicking of two pairs of heels and claws scratching the pavement. He only vaguely remembered the canine’s presence, not recalling when it was that she got it. He’d heard yapping in the past, but ignored it because he had a big headache that night from paperwork and alcohol in his system. Now, he figured that this full-grown dog was the one who yapped so loudly.
“When did you get your dog?” he couldn’t tell the gender; the canine seemed to be self-conscious and hid it from plain sight. Caraway wondered just how trained it was. He was a little doubtful that his daughter would have been responsible enough to train it, but a part of his mind reminded him she’s no longer the little girl he had to watch over to make sure she didn’t trip.
But another part of his mind reasons that she’s not completely a full-grown woman, either. There were so many things she probably had to learn, still, and he wouldn’t be able to help her on that matter.
(He must’ve thought hard about this, huh?) She thought to herself, offering a brief sideways glance to the general before averting it ahead to the busy street. He’d definitely thought about it days in advance. Maybe he’d even calculated how long the duration of their night would be, too. Honestly, she wouldn’t be surprised if he did. But the fact that he took into careful consideration and actually showed up on this day (even though he was late) made her happy. Slowly, their relationship was knitting back to how it should’ve been.
“Yes, I don’t mind,” she replied. Though she was mildly surprised that the hotel wasn’t on the list, she chose not to comment on it. Maybe visiting it was still a painful reminder for him; he struggled with the loss of her mom far more than she, and that specific place was where her mom’s presence was strongest…
Letting the thought drift away, she continued striding forward with Angelo by her side, maneuvering around strangers and passing by a long strip of high-end stores. An expensive red sports car zoomed by, stirring up a breeze that made her hair fly before it settled back on her shoulders. She rubbed her fingers together to give them something to do while she contemplated on ways to make the conversation carry on. However, she was saved from doing so when he raised a question about Angelo.
He didn’t remember how she got Angelo? Saving up her allowance, sneaking away from the house when he was gone, taking a train for Timber, and returning home from the Pet Shop with a very cute new canine. She recalled being locked in her room as punishment for leaving afterwards, but it was worth it because the house wasn’t so lonely anymore…
“I got her a few years ago.” When she was fifteen. “At the Pet Shop in Timber. Her name is Angelo. She’s very smart and well-trained,” Rinoa explained.
ooc: Aww this is so cute!! ♥ Thank you very much for having sent this to me. My tumblr has been rather silly and lacking quality lately, but it’s nice to know that someone thinks the opposite, nonetheless! -hugs-
(I guess I would—.)
“I would want to tell her not to marry Laguna. It’s not that I don’t think the moron loved her, but in a way it might have saved her life. My birth put a lot of sessions into play, maybe even assured the reign of Ultimecia, in a way. When I was born, she had to die; and she died not knowing the embrace of her husband—or the comfort of her adoptive daughter.
You know, it’s funny—. I’m not even sure if she was the one that named me, if she had been able to with the time she had before she passed. I’ve heard that complications during childbirth is one of the most excruciating deaths that a woman can undergo. Slow, painful, agonizing; yet their determination for the unborn child is what keeps them going.
—I know how much he loved Julia. I’ve seen it. There are times when I wonder if Julia felt the same, when she was with General Caraway. They were content with their spouses, but Raine never deserved to die for a second-rate love. She didn’t deserve death for a son that Laguna would never be able to raise, or even see until he was already an adult for Hyne’s sake! A son that couldn’t ever look at him—as a father. That’s what I’d tell her. Get out with Ellone, protect Ellone—even if she became a Sorceress. Raine was a better woman without him. Even if it means that I cease to exist.”
(—And I’d tell her that despite her being gone,
I love you. Even if it sounds like I don’t, I do—. I just don’t know what it’s like to feel any different.)
Fully aware of how sensitive this topic was, she remained quiet instead and watched his face while he delivered his answer, though she didn’t need to see his expression to know just how he truly felt. It was obvious in his voice and the way his gloved hands curled into fists, anger rising as he continued. Although their circumstances differed, she could relate to resenting your father, and that’s why she’d never push Squall into reconciling with Laguna until he felt ready on his own terms.
There was a tug in her heart when he mentioned her parents and the romance between Julia and Laguna before they separated. It was something that she was aware of for a long while, however she never learned who the other man in question was until months ago, when she ran into him at the small, high-class bar in the hotel. However, she didn’t think Squall knew about it, too—and had actually seen it for himself. How was that possible?
(Oh, right. Ellone.)
His ‘sis’ who possessed the powers to send someone’s consciousness back in time. She probably had shown him the meeting.
And even though his response came to an end without saying that he’d tell his mom that he love her, too, she knew that he would say it in that quiet voice of his as well. Slightly quirking her lips upward, she flickered her gaze to the raindrops hitting the window and then back to his steel-blue eyes. “I see,” was the only response she could manage before lapsing back into silence, idly playing with her necklace as she chewed her lower lip.
(Tell him. I have to tell him.)
The guilt was gnawing her insides. After all, it was the reason she brought up Raine in the first place…
(But after hearing all that… How would he react?)
(Would he… hate me?)