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timeandtides_backupCharacters: Garnet, Zidane, semi-open to those on board the Invincible.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: The evening of Vayne's assassination, Garnet needs to do some talking.
Location: Aboard the Invincible, En Route back to Lindblum
Date: The evening after the Heads of State meeting, and Vayne's Assassination.
Warnings: TBA
By the time Garnet had stopped shaking, stopped spouting half-formed utterances of disbelief, stopped feeling as though she were going to faint, several hours had passed, and the Invincible was en route back to Lindblum. Zidane had seen to her shattered psyche, and she only half remembered clinging to him, trembling like the last leaf on the tree. How long she had done so, before he'd removed them both from the prying eyes of strangers, she did not know. People had screamed, Rosa had fainted, and Cid had barked commands The only one really anything close to composed. Now, as the evening grew darker outside the windows of their airship cabin, the cries of Ashe's babe long ago quieted, the reality of the situation had begun to sink in for the Queen of Alexandria.
Vayne Solidor was dead.
Dead in the most brutal way possible. Worse, Garnet thought, than any of the atrocities she'd seen on any individual during Gaia's wars. She was never a front line soldier on a battlefield, and had been spared the sight of twisted, maimed figures. But she could not get the images of that afternoon out of her head. One moment, smiling, and she anticipated the disappointment she would have to deliver. The next moment, gone, in a display so vile, she'd nearly been sick.
And there she sat, outwardly calmed, but her mind in turmoil. Not a word had passed her lips since she'd stopped her horrified murmurs. In her hand, she cradled the Ring -- the one Vayne had given to her some months ago, and the one she'd been planning to give back to him when she gently as possible turned down his proposal. It was irrelevant now.
Closing her hand around the ring, she finally moved, setting it on the alien-designed table-top beside her chair.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: The evening of Vayne's assassination, Garnet needs to do some talking.
Location: Aboard the Invincible, En Route back to Lindblum
Date: The evening after the Heads of State meeting, and Vayne's Assassination.
Warnings: TBA
By the time Garnet had stopped shaking, stopped spouting half-formed utterances of disbelief, stopped feeling as though she were going to faint, several hours had passed, and the Invincible was en route back to Lindblum. Zidane had seen to her shattered psyche, and she only half remembered clinging to him, trembling like the last leaf on the tree. How long she had done so, before he'd removed them both from the prying eyes of strangers, she did not know. People had screamed, Rosa had fainted, and Cid had barked commands The only one really anything close to composed. Now, as the evening grew darker outside the windows of their airship cabin, the cries of Ashe's babe long ago quieted, the reality of the situation had begun to sink in for the Queen of Alexandria.
Vayne Solidor was dead.
Dead in the most brutal way possible. Worse, Garnet thought, than any of the atrocities she'd seen on any individual during Gaia's wars. She was never a front line soldier on a battlefield, and had been spared the sight of twisted, maimed figures. But she could not get the images of that afternoon out of her head. One moment, smiling, and she anticipated the disappointment she would have to deliver. The next moment, gone, in a display so vile, she'd nearly been sick.
And there she sat, outwardly calmed, but her mind in turmoil. Not a word had passed her lips since she'd stopped her horrified murmurs. In her hand, she cradled the Ring -- the one Vayne had given to her some months ago, and the one she'd been planning to give back to him when she gently as possible turned down his proposal. It was irrelevant now.
Closing her hand around the ring, she finally moved, setting it on the alien-designed table-top beside her chair.
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Date: 2010-02-23 06:27 am (UTC)"but don't ever think that there is any way you 'should' or should not feel. And don't let anyone else try to tell you otherwise. Your feelings are yours, whatever they be."
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Date: 2010-03-14 05:14 am (UTC)Half-leading, knowing the ins and outs of this ship more than she cared to think of, she moved down quietly down the hall, in step with the young emperor.
"...I..." she began, after some time had passed, her grip on the front of her robe tightening ever-so-slightly, "I still can't quite believe it."