Detention, Depths of the Castle, Thursday

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Another beautiful day had begun in Fandom, not that anyone in detention would have noticed. The lack of sunlight, the pleasant sound of Umbridge's voice, and the slightly stale smell of breakfast were all important aspects to making every day in detention routine! Surely everyone knew that surprises were no fun.

Look, the week was half over already and no one had been taken out and killed so far. That had to count for something, right?

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Re: Visiting Hours [07/26]

[pinnedherwings.livejournal.com]

Made sure she was fed.

Rinoa.

Rinoa had been taken in months ago. She had believed that Squall was looking for her, would do anything for her, was killing everyone between the two of them.

What if that wasn't true?

What if everything she knew about Squall was wrong?

Quistis had told her. What Squall had been like. How he had rolled his eyes and said "go talk to a wall" while she was trying to open up to him. He was like that with everyone. Always had been.

Rinoa had seen another layer, under him. Someone vulnerable and in need and --

And what if that was what she had wanted to see?

What if Squall just ... didn't care about things the way other people did? What if he'd been broken too young and had never healed? Or ... or had grown, and changed, but had reverted back to his old self with her gone. Or ...............

It didn't matter. The Squall she knew was gone. There was no Squall she knew. Just the projection of who she had thought he was.

And he wasn't. He.

No one had loved her dog, while she was gone. Angelo had died alone and scared and wishing to get back a Mommy who never showed her face again. What if Angelo had died thinking that Rinoa had left? Had chosen to leave?

What if Angelo had died as alone and abandoned as she herself was right now?

Rinoa had no words. No defenses. She was so very tired, and her garden ... her garden was nothing but dead flowers and twigs.

Rinoa slumped over, her head in her hands, and began to cry.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/26]

[poison-pretty.livejournal.com]

And Karla? Karla just grinned.