Room 421, Saturday Morning
Feb. 12th, 2011 01:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelo_wingsOkay, last night had been wonderful. The dance, seeing her friends, and staying way, way too late in Squall's room.
She'd been tempted to sleep over. She'd been tempted to ... well. Do other things. She'd chickened out on both.
And now, Rinoa was fast asleep, bundled up in warm covers. Maybe she wouldn't get out of bed until noon.
(yeah that won't happen. expecting a wee one and possibly others, and open to boot!)
She'd been tempted to sleep over. She'd been tempted to ... well. Do other things. She'd chickened out on both.
And now, Rinoa was fast asleep, bundled up in warm covers. Maybe she wouldn't get out of bed until noon.
(yeah that won't happen. expecting a wee one and possibly others, and open to boot!)
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Date: 2011-02-12 07:26 pm (UTC)That was the song Sylvie was singing in her head, anyway. She might start singing it out loud at any moment.
"Mooooooooooooommy!" she shouted. "OPEN UP!"
The knocking was rhythmic. The song would not be long after.
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Date: 2011-02-12 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-12 07:55 pm (UTC)Maybe she could figure out who was ignoring their kid (kid? really?) and help wake them up.
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Date: 2011-02-12 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-12 08:24 pm (UTC)She was pretty. There was something almost familiar to her face, but Rinoa couldn't place it.
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Date: 2011-02-12 08:28 pm (UTC)Her fingers reached over to play idly with her mother's rings, on the chain around her neck. Sylvie wasn't sure why Mommy was wearing two instead of one, today. Maybe the other one was new.
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Date: 2011-02-12 08:32 pm (UTC)"Are you lost?" she asked. "Where did you last see your parents?"
She had mentioned a park. There was one in town. Rinoa could get dressed and take her back there. Her parents had to be worried sick.
It felt weird to pull the little girl into the room and shut the door, but she didn't want a small child wandering the hallways alone, either, and she was only wearing a robe.
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Date: 2011-02-12 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-12 08:40 pm (UTC)This wasn't the wrong room at all. Hyne's wrath coming down the mountain. This was -- she was --
If Rinoa squeezed the little girl any tighter, she might not be able to breathe. It was a good thing they were near the bed, so she could collapse onto it. Her knees were buckling, and there was a strange roaring in her ears.
"You ... you're ..."
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Date: 2011-02-12 08:43 pm (UTC)"Are you sick?" she asked. "Mommy? Are you okay?"
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Date: 2011-02-12 08:47 pm (UTC)This must be part of a time loop. They were rare, but they happened. Rinoa had to hope this glowing door hadn't been the start of time compression.
If her daughter -- their daughter -- had been pulled into a time loop because of time compression, did that mean they'd lost? And if so, could they keep her here, so she'd be safe?
Their daughter. This was her daughter, and Squall's. A sorceress and her knight. Unbelievable.
... of course, the really unbelievable part was that she had the wrong father, entirely.
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Date: 2011-02-12 08:48 pm (UTC)"You look sad," she said. "And you didn't get me breakfast yet, neither."
Sylvie had multiple priorities, here.
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Date: 2011-02-12 08:58 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-12 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-12 09:08 pm (UTC)Er. While she was at it ...
"Like what your name is. I bet it's pretty."
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Date: 2011-02-12 09:09 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-12 09:15 pm (UTC)Angelo, for her part, sniffed Sylvie a few times, glanced at Rinoa, and then settled in to be tackled and fussed over. Maybe Angelo could smell they were related, somehow. Or maybe she just had a fondness for spoiled princesses.
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Date: 2011-02-12 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-12 09:21 pm (UTC)Maybe he'd woken up with a headache, or was scared about something? Who knew.
She had a better idea. She called out, "Just a sec!" before stage-whispering, to Sylvie, "Daddy's here."
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Date: 2011-02-12 09:22 pm (UTC)The blonde hyper ball of energy flung the door open, her wide grin turning to a look of puzzlement.
"Hi, Uncle Squall," she said. "Where's Daddy?"
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Date: 2011-02-12 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-12 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-12 09:53 pm (UTC)And that was her heart, slipping to the floor and breaking.
"I'm not -- Sylvie?" Start there. She was going to scoop up her little one and stare at those eyes again and ... oh dear Hyne. She knew why those eyes were so familiar. That smile.
Sylvie's daddy had Knight duty. She had assumed ...
"S-sylvie?" she said. "Tell Mommy your whole name?"
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Date: 2011-02-12 09:55 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-12 11:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-12 11:57 pm (UTC)Still a teacher? That one was easy. Tempest's mother had to be Quistis.
She'd known Quistis was in love with Squall. She had assumed it was unrequited.
Apparently, one day, it wouldn't be. These children were from the future. In the future, she would ... go back to Seifer, and he'd marry Quistis, and ... and that was that.
She wished she had a moment alone, to cry.
"W-we should get breakfast," she said, instead, clearing her throat.
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Date: 2011-02-13 12:07 am (UTC)Some kids, unfortunately, could not be appeased with breakfast.
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Date: 2011-02-13 12:11 am (UTC)He patted Tempest on the shoulder in what he hoped was a consoling way, and then pushed the kid toward the door. "Breakfast. Come on."
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Date: 2011-02-13 12:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-13 12:17 am (UTC)What was she supposed to do with a kid all weekend? Her kid? Seifer's kid?
... oh, wow, their kid. Sylvie must be spoiled rotten.