Garnet paused, warm eyes blinking in something like surprise. She reigned it in quickly, regaining her composure. She smiled softly, whispering, "Thank you," and falling quiet once more.
She had spent all of the day before, thinking about this inevitable meeting. She'd turned him away so awkwardly, even harshly, and the regret of her actions had seeped into every last corner of her mind. So many things she could have said or done, and instead she'd pushed him away. She was confused, flustered, perhaps even a little bit afraid. The queen thought back to other encounters of the evening, and could nearly feel herself splitting in half.
Taking an apprehensive look around the ballroom, Garnet reached for Zidane's hand. Assured that no one was watching, she pulled gently, moving towards the nearest open door.
"Follow me," she whispered, leading him out to the dimly lit gardens; for this, they needed to be alone.
Between hedges, and rose bushes in full bloom, she shuffled under heavy skirts, hand still gripping tightly to his, until they'd rounded several corners, until only the dimmest scatter glow of the ballroom reached them in the gardens; out of sight, and out of earshot.
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Date: 2009-11-12 01:41 am (UTC)She had spent all of the day before, thinking about this inevitable meeting. She'd turned him away so awkwardly, even harshly, and the regret of her actions had seeped into every last corner of her mind. So many things she could have said or done, and instead she'd pushed him away. She was confused, flustered, perhaps even a little bit afraid. The queen thought back to other encounters of the evening, and could nearly feel herself splitting in half.
Taking an apprehensive look around the ballroom, Garnet reached for Zidane's hand. Assured that no one was watching, she pulled gently, moving towards the nearest open door.
"Follow me," she whispered, leading him out to the dimly lit gardens; for this, they needed to be alone.
Between hedges, and rose bushes in full bloom, she shuffled under heavy skirts, hand still gripping tightly to his, until they'd rounded several corners, until only the dimmest scatter glow of the ballroom reached them in the gardens; out of sight, and out of earshot.