; angel☆wing

On Valentine’s Day you open your front door to find a bundle of wrapped blue daisies with a card that is addressed to you! The card reads:

TO: Rinoa Heartilly

FROM: Robbie Reyes

hope this isn’t too cheesy. they reminded me of you a little.

     Surprise contorts onto the teen’s expression as slender hands pick up the small bouquet of daisies along with a small note. Though she truthfully already has a hunch as to who her mysterious sender could be, Rinoa’s suspicions are confirmed as she reads the contents of the card. As such, a warm, wide grin makes it way onto her features now, a chuckle soon leaving her lips.

          “haha– whoa, wait– what? your Valentine?” 

          “oh, uhh– i’m sorry, i didn’t mean– i mean i don’t normally… i’ve never done the whole Valentine’s thing, y’know…?”

          “heh. nah, i just meant don’t go too hard on the stores, y’know?”

          “Save me some, huh?”

“I have seen these chocolates advertised but I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of having one before.”

Wait…what?

There was no pain, no loud screaming? Not even the slightest bit of shrieking? It’s left Aladdin confused for a moment. Usually, when these sorts of things happen - accident or not - there’s repercussions. Having nothing to follow this behavior just leaves him feeling strange for a few moments.

“A-Ah! I guess it does!” There’s that nervous chuckle, “Though I’m used to being hit with something afterwords…” Wait, that made it seem like he did this on a daily basis. Cue panic mode.

“N-Not that i do this a lot! Anymore anyways.”

     ❝ I mean... It was just an accident, right? ❞

     Things like this happen from time to time, especially within a crowd like this. People constantly push and shove, so accidents are bound to happen. Originally coming from such a busy city, Rinoa herself is aware of this... But from the boy’s words, it sounds like he has poor luck or this is all merely a ruse to save his own hide.

          “hey, i’ll take any good i can get.”

    A light laugh passes her lips at the fairy princess comment, taking pride in such a compliment. Although her features soften when she considers the others suggestion, that the holiday was all about coming as you aren’t. She’d been here a while but didn’t necessarily understand all the intricate details of the festive seasons many seemed to celebrate here, all she knew about this one is that people dressed up and ate a lot of sweets. “Hey that’s true, I never really thought about it that way,” placing a thoughtful finger to her lips, “I guess a vampire queen would suit me then.” Pleased with the idea she turns her attention back to the cat costume she’d agreed was cute.

    “So with that in mind does that mean you’re really more of a dog person?” Or maybe it was simply because cats seemed to be the favoured animal during halloween.

     Upon hearing the brunette’s agreement with her own logic, the raven-haired girl offers a soft hum as a smile forms onto her lips once more. While it’s true the two of them were nothing more than mere strangers at the moment, this woman in front of Rinoa seems very... Special, in a way. Thinking about that now, however, seems almost silly to the young sorceress who now pushes away the thought for the time being.

     She can’t help but gawk a bit, however, at the woman’s next comment. How did she know that...?

     ❝ Wow! Well, good guess because you’re right about that! ❞ she looks at the cat costume then back to the brunette in surprise, her smile soon enough appearing back onto her expression.

[ TO ] : Rinoa [ FROM ] : Robbie

[ 1 / 4 ] hey. angel wings, right? [ 2 / 4 ] lol what?? sounds like a bad superhero name. it’s just Robbie. [ 3 / 4 ] i’m alright. wbu? [ 4 / 4 ] sure. i dunno what there is to do around this place tho

To: Robbie Reyes From: Rinoa Heartilly

            “yeah? well, maybe this place ain’t all bad.”

Upon making eye contact with the girl, his lips curve into a rare, soft smile and he takes a few strides forward. He shouldered his way through the crowd, stopping just a few feet from her. Squall’s smile disappeared after a few moments, brow furrowing and a hand coming up to scratch lightly at his cheek.

“…You’re here too.” He said, almost upset by that notion. He’d been hoping it was just his mind playing tricks on him. A familiar face among the crowd had been welcome… but he wouldn’t have wanted any of his friends to wind up in this place.

His fingers traveled upward across his cheek to slide through his hair until reaching the back of his neck. An exasperated sigh rose from his lips and his head tilted to one side. “I… really wish you didn’t have to deal with this place.” He said softly, scowling a bit as he looked down at her with a faint tilt of his head.

     Whoa now is Squall actually smiling? At her? For real? For a moment the teen has the strong urge to pinch herself and see if all of this is really just some sort of dream... After all, for the brunet to smile at anyone or anything is such a rarity in and of itself! In fact, Rinoa doesn’t recall ever seeing him smile during their time together.

     Regardless, the raven-haired girl finds herself beaming back at the other, noticeably overjoyed upon seeing him within her presence. However, the moment he speaks, her smile drops slightly at the melancholy tone within his voice. He’s right, of course; neither of them should have to be in this place when they have so much to do back home...

     But showing anger and sadness in this moment isn’t going to help her or more importantly, him.

     ❝ Aw! Well, isn’t that sweet of you to say! ❞ she laughs lightly, placing her hands on her hips as her caramel hues look up at his visage.

To: Robbie Reyes From: Rinoa Heartilly

An air of nonchalance indulged the presence of the confidently stride taken man. In his facial expressions the aura of a relaxed and composed man was as clear as it was with today’s fading day. Day purposeless in regards to missions, empty handed wherever he went, though not in haste to stress since money was no longer an issue. It seemed to no longer burden the strong shoulders of the ex-SOLDIER any longer. Be it a place that still had him a tad bit on edge and foreign but boy did the folks in this place pay good for the assignments they trusted the man to do. Big or small — something highly appreciated for Zack. His wandering had no conclusion, be it mindless and done out of instinct. By all means he could have just gone home and slept the rest of the day away, slumbering and getting proper rest prior to the upcoming day that just like any other held promise… or not. Sleeping was not something he fancied unlike the common populi who would die for hours of never ending dreaming. In sleep awaited his demons. In sleep Zack died over and over again. He killed over and over again. Swing after swing after swing. Pools of blood everywhere he looked, eyes that challenged the shade of the sky becoming absorbed in the hue of the coppery tasting fluid that was a mere drop of crimson blood. In his dreams Zack truly woke up. At least that was what they made him believe? Who? He is not so certain yet. Those who ordered him around but refused to reveal themselves to him, that is who.

Paces ceased and thoughts paused their storm, hand instinctively setting itself to rest upon the hilt of the buster sword strapped on his back, clenching it with might at the sense of a presence thought it is merely the friendly chime of their voice that got him to relax once again, tension leaving his body and clouded eyes of sky are unclouded once again just in time to catch her words. What did she want to do with him? Hand that was once on the buster sword set itself to rest back on his side as he eyed the female curiously. Not a familiar face or at least one he has seen before. “Burrowed me for a sec?” He questioned her wording, strong arms crossing over his chest. “Sure? What do ya’ want?” The million dollar query.

     As soon as she notices the hand being placed upon the hilt of the stranger’s sword, the young sorceress’s arms go up in a defensive gesture of peace. Not only did she not want to fight this man, but she’s also at a severe disadvantage within this place. Many of her spell stock had been taken away from Rinoa along with her weapons so at the moment, there’s little she can do in terms of fighting...

     So the sigh of relief the teen offers as the male relaxes once more is well warranted. While she wants to blurt out a question like ‘why are you so on edge?!’, Rinoa couldn’t bring herself to do it... At least, not this time for she understands this man’s mindset. Being kidnapped and thrown into a place like this is more than enough to make even the most peaceful of people cautious and on edge.

     ❝ Well, you can start by not wanting to chop my head off! ❞ she starts, exhaling once more as a thin hand is placed over her chest in relief.