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fandomhigh2010-12-07 03:40 am
angelo_wings) wrote in fandomhigh2010-12-07 03:40 am
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Library, Tuesday
It was before dawn when Rinoa -- eyes rimmed red, and with a tendency to leak -- opened the library for her shift. She couldn't sleep, not after what she'd heard on the radio. (Nor had she particularly wanted to sleep, considering the bizarre fever-dream masquerade she'd woken up from last night.)
And so Rinoa was here. She had coffee, and she was biting back a tendency to snap. Someone she cared about was in danger: to a large and scary new part of her, that meant she should unleash destruction until all the bad stuff was dead. She was supposed to rely on her Knight to keep her steady, at times like this. No one had told her what to do if it was her Knight who was in danger.
The Library was open. Especially if you wanted to help with research.
And so Rinoa was here. She had coffee, and she was biting back a tendency to snap. Someone she cared about was in danger: to a large and scary new part of her, that meant she should unleash destruction until all the bad stuff was dead. She was supposed to rely on her Knight to keep her steady, at times like this. No one had told her what to do if it was her Knight who was in danger.
The Library was open. Especially if you wanted to help with research.