The Streets of Fandom, Thursday Night

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was nervous. Because something in the air had changed, today. It felt wrong, like something under her skin was itchy. She couldn't explain it, but she couldn't sit still, either.

So after she'd failed to curl up with a good book for the evening, after she'd failed to sleep, and after she'd discovered there was nothing on TV she felt like watching, she had decided to take a walk through town.

With her cardinal strapped on, naturally. There were monsters. And it was doing wonders for her nerves, taking some of them out.

(just for the knight, please. again with me getting my peeps out of the way so I can go to a wedding.)

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[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Well, that was... different.

Squall held on tightly and kept his eyes locked on Rinoa. Below them, behind them was a sucking void, but they were together and that was all that mattered. Rinoa would save them -- that was what happened next.

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa no longer knew which direction was up. Fandom itself seemed to be slipping away. She could only see the edge of the sidewalk, far ahead. She kept her eyes locked onto it.

One hand grabbed for Squall's jacket. Easier to hold on to each other if they had more than a hand-hold. She wasn't leaving without him. They were going to get out of this. Right?

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Right. They were GOING to get out of this. They had to.

Squall slung an arm around Rinoa's waist and pulled himself closer. She could fly better if she didn't have to concentrate on not dropping him, right?

The darkness was all around them. It didn't matter if they survived or not -- Squall had done all he could, had tried, and he was with Rinoa. He focused on her necklace, floating in front of his eyes, with his Griever ring threaded onto it.

The last thing he knew was her soft, powerful wings wrapping around him protectively.

"Rinoa, I lo--"