Detention, Depths of the Castle, Tuesday

[cracking-wonder.livejournal.com]

Another bright, shining, and pink day had begun for the prisoners guests being held in detention, and while the morning started off the same as the day before, there was a strange sort of feeling in the air once people began waking up. A kind of... musical feeling, in fact.

Umbridge might have taken over the island, but the island still had a mind of her own, thank you very much.

[No, the barriers of detention cannot save you from Once More With Fandom Day! The OCD is up, so have at it!]

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Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[pinnedherwings.livejournal.com]

Rinoa hadn't read the Secret Garden. Now she wanted to. She missed books. She missed libraries. She missed the smell of musty pages in cobweb-filled aisles.

So Rinoa was going to see the wall in her mind. Stones. The rose trees. The warm, safe feeling. The itch, the need was dimming; she still craved the other part of herself, on the other side of the wall, but now, but now the pressure had dimmed. Maybe her magic was sleeping. She didn't want to wake it.

"C-can I have a field?" she asked. "A field with flowers, where Squall promised me he'd wait. And Angelo's running, and playing ..."

She could see it. It was almost as real as when Sookie drew it for her.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[cold_hard_heart]

"One path leads to a field so large, you can't see it end, only the horizon," Emma promised. "There's a cold spring, too, so you never get thirsty or hot."

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[pinnedherwings.livejournal.com]

Rinoa's eyes were closed, and she was there. She could see her field, just behind a door. The door was open. It would stay open. The paths were safe to explore and wander through. Angelo would barge through the doors and bark at things and be her wonderful sunny self.

Angelo had to be alive, because the world without Angelo was too horrible to imagine. Angelo was just an innocent bundle of joy. Bad things shouldn't happen to those.

"Thank you," she said softly. From her, the her that was still able to think, to someone who was kind when she didn't need to be. Who may have just saved what was left of Rinoa's mind.