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Ultimate Sinday Meme | status: open

  It had been some weeks since the young Lieutenant Colonel and the dark-haired woman had begun seeing one another on a more official basis. They’d been introduced by a mutual friend, Martine, at a dinner party hosted by some big-time movers and shakers in Deling city; relations between Galbadia and Dollet were rocky at best, but that did not mean all correspondence had to be hostile — not when there were mutual interests at stake.

  He’d found her uncommonly beautiful, even in a room full of powerful and influential women, and though he had been a bit of a bumbling idiot at the time she’d found him charming enough to entertain his inquisitive presence. 

  Acquaintance had turned to tentative friendship, and from there blossomed slowly into dinners turned dates, turned drinks and long nights talking in hotel bars. Then hotel rooms. At some point the talking had stopped, and the rest was… well… history he supposed.

  It was because of this seemingly natural progression that he found himself in bed on one of the many mornings they found themselves in one another’s company, that boyish smile that never seemed to leave him even after everything about her had long since become familiar toying with his sleep-addled features. 

  “These Galbadians and their massive beds,” he scooted his way toward her, swimming through the blankets until he felt her warmth pulling him close, the glimmer in his eyes mimicking the joy that had its way with the rest of him. “You’d think they’d want to be as far apart as possible with beds like these… it’s a wonder they ever get anything done,” he murmured against her lips, work-callused fingers diving into the dark silken tides of hair that spilled over her ivory shoulders, so much paler and more delicate than the sun-baked skin of beach-born Dolletian soldiers such as himself. 

“Matron?”

It’s been so long since she’s actually used that name that it feels odd rolling off her tongue, especially after the roller coaster of hatred, confusion, and regret that came with learning about Edea being a sorceress shortly after she became a SeeD. For a time, before Irvine jogged their memories, she actually didn’t really care for her, wanting revenge more than anything else.

But now she knows her anger was meant to be directed at Ultimecia, not Edea, and she’s willing to try to start over, to mend that relationship and begin anew. This seemed as good a time as any to start.

“I’ve wanted to ask you something.” Selphie said, pulling out her phone and bringing up an audio recording she’d made a few days prior to play - a soft tune she’d played herself on piano, one that had been stuck in her mind for as long as she could remember.

Phrases That Hit Where It Hurts Meme | status: open

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  Squall sniffed and sniveled back tears, tiny hands pressing to his eyes as if hiding them away would make them disappear — as if that could fool anyone. 

  Ellone had gone. The closest thing he’d had to family, vanishing without a trace except the kind, soothing words Matron had given him and the rest of the children in her absence. But words were not solid things. He could not hold onto words. He could not sob into the hems of words. He could not beg words not to leave him, or give words gentle cheek kisses, or ask words questions about why, how, for how long…

  Squall was still so young. Time was already such an eternal stretch with no end in sight before him. How long would he be walking down that ill-defined road without her? Without the girl who had held him and rocked him and stood up for him since he’d been born; his sister for all he knew of her.