timeandtides_backup | Our paths, they did cross, though I cannot say just why...

Characters: Garnet and Zidane
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: A Reunion after one long (and one less long but more confusing) absence.
Location: Alexandria
Date: January 1804
Warnings: Nothing? Well, emotions. And probably some wibbles.

Zidane stood outside of Dagger's door inside the Palace at Alexandria, staring at the ornate pattern on the wood with an oddly distant expression on his face. He'd entered this door hundreds of times, he dropped in on her constantly and it was an open invitation, and yet suddenly he was nervous. He didn't want to say scared, but that was there too, lurking away at the back of his mind.

He almost made himself knock, almost, his hand raised up to knock, stopped, raised again, and then he stopped and frowned at himself. This didn't make any sense. Sure, this wasn't exactly an usual situation, but...but she was still his girl. This shouldn't have been anything different. He shouldn't be so nervous.

So, after a few moments of collecting himself, Zidane reached out and pushed the door open, stepping in the same way he had hundreds of times before, with the same big smile (he hoped) and cheerful expression (he hoped) that was always there. He was happy to see her...he really was. No matter what else was going on, he was always happy to see her.

"Hey Dagger, I'm ho-" the briefest of pauses. "Back."

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Zidane sighed, "Fine, fine. I'll..." He didn't quite answer though, as his arms hooked around her waist lightly, his tail flicked up to curl around her ankle, and he tugging her closer again and kissed her. He might have said something againtst her lips, but it was sadly muffled by said lips and therefore whatever it was has been lost to time!

But hey, it was lost for a good cause, right?

She should have seen it coming. What, with the way his tail had so skillfully ensnared her leg. The arms around her waist should have sent off alarm bells he's up to his old tricks, he's trying to distract you but it had been so long, that rather than brush off his advances, her body betrayed her, welcoming every touch, every embrace, and then --

Well, any momentary protest she'd made, died a swift and painless death as his lips worked against hers. Her eyes slip closed, her arms snaking up around his neck.

...what was it they were they talking about?

The familiar click of Beatrix's boots echoed in the hallway, the even and brisk pace of one who moves with purpose. They stopped immediately outside the door, which had been left quite ajar, for the general to see her queen and her erstwhile love in a questionable and not at all decorous position. Still, without a word, she spun round on her heel and withdrew to another section of the castle, the sound of her steps fading as she went.

Man, Zidane was rather thrilled he could still have this sort of effect on her. It had been a year, after all, and whatever...insane ghost-him had been running around...obviously had not been keeping up the necessary garnet-affection times. But he felt her melting against him, and knew he still had it. That was almost as reassuring as her actually saying yes to his proposal.

"Mmr..." he didn't exactly stop kissing Dagger when the door opened and Beatrix walked in, he just sort of froze up, arms still wrapped tightly around the Queen, eyes turning in that direction to stare at the General until she spun around and walked out.

Oops.

'Stopped' or not, Dagger noticed the change in his demeanor. Facing away from the door, of course, she did not have the full view that Zidane had. However, with her senses brought back into focus, she did hear the sound of Beatrix's distinct marching down the hallway.

Suddenly, Dagger pulled herself off of Zidane -- or at least, she tried to. That tail of his was like a vice grip, and it took much more effort to get her leg lose again.

"Oh for goodness sake," she muttered quietly, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. She needed to chase after Beatrix, now, explain what was going on, before...

Well, not that she expected Beatrix to gossip, but certainly, things needed to be straightened out.

To be fair, even with the interruption, Zidane was reluctant to let Garnet go. There was kissing going on! But when she actually tugged away, he did release her, his tail last, watching her slip from his lap. He stood as well, stretching a bit, and then reached out to give her hand a squeeze. "You can go after her." He said with at little smile of his.

"I'll still be here when you get back," he knew that was probably a worry, judging from what he was learning about the time he had lost. "Promise." Besides, he wanted to poke around the room a bit. And was rather hoping she'd forget she had dropped that ring and stone on the floor...

Dagger paused, her hand caught in his. Looking down at him from where she stood, she smiled just a bit. As much as it pained her to think about, she wasn't sure that she really believed him. It wouldn't have been the first time she'd left him, and returned to find he'd run off again. Still, she leaned over, kissed his cheek, and finally slid out of his gasp. Then, she departed the room with haste; She had some explaining to do.

Zidane watched Dagger run after beatrix, and then turned his attention to the two objects still sitting on the floor in hte middle of the room. He picked up the stone first, turning it this way and that, holding it up to the light, trying to make sense of it. If it was special, beyond the fact that it was an interesting stone, the thief couldn't tell.

And then he turned his attention to the ring. Now this was a problem. He held it between two fingers as he looked through it at the window, then flipped it in the air several times, catching it smoothly each time. He was tempted to just throw it away, flick it out the window and watch it bounce into the lake, just like that. Dagger would be furious, but...she'd get over it. Eventually.

Was it worth the temporary anguish? Well...he honestly wasn't sure. He tucked it into the front pocket of his vest. He could always claim later he was holding it for safe keeping...

Our paths, they did cross, though I cannot say just why...

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