Night with a Jewel
Zidane sat down next to a large fountain in Alexandria. He could see the castle. He could see the room where he and Garnet had spent the night of his reunion with her. "Why did I even bother coming back…?" he asked himself. Nothing had really changed since his return to Garnet after their year of separation. She was still the perfect princess he had known from the start. The princess that forgot him and went on to her own duties. There was that castle. The constant reminder of Garnet, which never ceased to quit overlooking him. He walked on as the memories of that night came back slowly. The cracks in the pavement never left the sight of his dazed eyes. It all came back to him, as if it were happening then. As he knew that he wished it were happening again. He walked on and ducked into an alley.
The past came crashing back
The crowds cheered, Garnet pounded a fist against Zidane's chest, and he smiled that smile of his. The encounter lasted only a little while before sunset came. By then, they were already in the castle. "My queen, would you like for me to find a room for our guest?" A nearby guard questioned. "That's okay. He will be spending the night with me." Garnet replied. Zidane felt a cold jolt run throughout his body at the words. He became excited on the spot, and Garnet could tell after she gave him a flirting glance. She clasped his hand in hers and began up a staircase to her room.
"Oh, jeez." Zidane thought to himself. "This is more than I had bargained for."
He continued following her. Oh, how he had missed her. Nevertheless, that was in the past. She was here now and that was all that mattered. She finally got to the top of the staircase, excited to have him. He was all hers and no one could take that away now. The grand door to her large living quarters opened with the help of two guards stationed outside. "Zidane will be taking your position of guarding me for the evening." she told them. Then she ushered them away for the night.
They walked into her royal quarters and she looked around to make sure they were alone. "Why did you leave me for such a long time?" she spat out. Zidane was caught off guard by her quick change in attitude. "I…wanted to make sure." Zidane managed to say. "Make sure of what?" she said with her face to the window. A breeze came and ruffled her dress and hair. She looked as many royal officials do, but Zidane found it beautiful to him anyhow. "Why?" Garnet repeated to him. "You have so much here," he began, his head low, his face hidden by his long hair. He had thought of the words for nearly a year now, but they left him while in her shadow.
"I wanted to make sure that you still…err…" he stuttered. "Cared?" Garnet said with a sigh. Zidane blankly stared at another far window.
Silence.
"Zidane,' she started. "I thought I had lost you. That made me remember the times when you lost me." Zidane gained his interest back. His sight slowly made its way back to her. She appeared to be straining with words, holding back tears all the while. "So many times I left you. I know how you felt…or at least I have heard. You took care of me while I was mute and watched over me as a friend, when I knew you were attracted to me." Zidane hated compliments, having never actually received an open one from her. He didn't want her apologies, but he sat still and took every word in.
She pushed her tender face against the corner of the windowsill to hide her tears. He stood up and gazed at her, his angel. She needn't say a word to him, and he could tell she was having a hard time doing so. She wept over her joyous kingdom as so many rulers have. "Why do I keep comparing her to royalty?" he asked himself. "She is Dagger, my Dagger." was his only thought. "Dagger…" he finally said aloud.
The tears were slung from her eyes as she turned and ran to him.
For the second time in one day, he held his weeping love. He had to balance himself so as not to fall on the bed. He did not want her to think of him that heartless. He caressed her and ran his fingers through her hair. She felt like sleeping in his arms, but didn't dare to. He was hers now. She let out a sigh and sunk into his chest. Zidane lowered his head down and kissed her on the forehead.
Zidane pushed himself off the brick building he had been leaning on. The castle still overlooked him. He crept out of the dark alley opposite of how he came to enter a loud bar. He came here often and knew most of the crowd. Blake even offered to buy him his drink for the evening, but he declined. The entire flashback had put him in a mood to do things on his own. He waited at his stool until Blake had retired for the evening and ordered his alcohol. "Man…" he thought to himself and kicked the counter. He couldn't believe how close she and him had once been. The amber color of his alcohol caught the attention of his eyes. The adventure had ended. He had succeeded in his orders from all royal officers. Steiner had even forgiven him for everything now. It was just time he should face facts, but he couldn't help but wonder what that girl was thinking in that far overlooking window in the sky.
Okay, this is apparently a first chapter. The next I'm going to be going into a flashback of the actual night scene and possibly why they have grown apart. You'll just have to wait and see.
Zidane sat down next to a large fountain in Alexandria. He could see the castle. He could see the room where he and Garnet had spent the night of his reunion with her. "Why did I even bother coming back…?" he asked himself. Nothing had really changed since his return to Garnet after their year of separation. She was still the perfect princess he had known from the start. The princess that forgot him and went on to her own duties. There was that castle. The constant reminder of Garnet, which never ceased to quit overlooking him. He walked on as the memories of that night came back slowly. The cracks in the pavement never left the sight of his dazed eyes. It all came back to him, as if it were happening then. As he knew that he wished it were happening again. He walked on and ducked into an alley.
The past came crashing back
The crowds cheered, Garnet pounded a fist against Zidane's chest, and he smiled that smile of his. The encounter lasted only a little while before sunset came. By then, they were already in the castle. "My queen, would you like for me to find a room for our guest?" A nearby guard questioned. "That's okay. He will be spending the night with me." Garnet replied. Zidane felt a cold jolt run throughout his body at the words. He became excited on the spot, and Garnet could tell after she gave him a flirting glance. She clasped his hand in hers and began up a staircase to her room.
"Oh, jeez." Zidane thought to himself. "This is more than I had bargained for."
He continued following her. Oh, how he had missed her. Nevertheless, that was in the past. She was here now and that was all that mattered. She finally got to the top of the staircase, excited to have him. He was all hers and no one could take that away now. The grand door to her large living quarters opened with the help of two guards stationed outside. "Zidane will be taking your position of guarding me for the evening." she told them. Then she ushered them away for the night.
They walked into her royal quarters and she looked around to make sure they were alone. "Why did you leave me for such a long time?" she spat out. Zidane was caught off guard by her quick change in attitude. "I…wanted to make sure." Zidane managed to say. "Make sure of what?" she said with her face to the window. A breeze came and ruffled her dress and hair. She looked as many royal officials do, but Zidane found it beautiful to him anyhow. "Why?" Garnet repeated to him. "You have so much here," he began, his head low, his face hidden by his long hair. He had thought of the words for nearly a year now, but they left him while in her shadow.
"I wanted to make sure that you still…err…" he stuttered. "Cared?" Garnet said with a sigh. Zidane blankly stared at another far window.
Silence.
"Zidane,' she started. "I thought I had lost you. That made me remember the times when you lost me." Zidane gained his interest back. His sight slowly made its way back to her. She appeared to be straining with words, holding back tears all the while. "So many times I left you. I know how you felt…or at least I have heard. You took care of me while I was mute and watched over me as a friend, when I knew you were attracted to me." Zidane hated compliments, having never actually received an open one from her. He didn't want her apologies, but he sat still and took every word in.
She pushed her tender face against the corner of the windowsill to hide her tears. He stood up and gazed at her, his angel. She needn't say a word to him, and he could tell she was having a hard time doing so. She wept over her joyous kingdom as so many rulers have. "Why do I keep comparing her to royalty?" he asked himself. "She is Dagger, my Dagger." was his only thought. "Dagger…" he finally said aloud.
The tears were slung from her eyes as she turned and ran to him.
For the second time in one day, he held his weeping love. He had to balance himself so as not to fall on the bed. He did not want her to think of him that heartless. He caressed her and ran his fingers through her hair. She felt like sleeping in his arms, but didn't dare to. He was hers now. She let out a sigh and sunk into his chest. Zidane lowered his head down and kissed her on the forehead.
Zidane pushed himself off the brick building he had been leaning on. The castle still overlooked him. He crept out of the dark alley opposite of how he came to enter a loud bar. He came here often and knew most of the crowd. Blake even offered to buy him his drink for the evening, but he declined. The entire flashback had put him in a mood to do things on his own. He waited at his stool until Blake had retired for the evening and ordered his alcohol. "Man…" he thought to himself and kicked the counter. He couldn't believe how close she and him had once been. The amber color of his alcohol caught the attention of his eyes. The adventure had ended. He had succeeded in his orders from all royal officers. Steiner had even forgiven him for everything now. It was just time he should face facts, but he couldn't help but wonder what that girl was thinking in that far overlooking window in the sky.
Okay, this is apparently a first chapter. The next I'm going to be going into a flashback of the actual night scene and possibly why they have grown apart. You'll just have to wait and see.