Kiss From a Rose
by Kaitlyn Summers
(from Zidane's pov)
I have to smile to myself as I remember where we met; how fate had
decided to entwine us together at that time, that place, that moment. She
had been surprised to see me, and I her; the look on her face could have
made a thousand hearts break. She had looked distraught; depressed; she
looked as if all she had held dear had been taken, tossed, thrown out an
open window to land, shattering, on the streets below.
Fate had brought us together because it chose to; it chose us to make
something beautiful, pure, again out of the world. That is why Cid sent us,
sent us to Alexandria's hollow halls to retrieve the beauty that had been
left there. Garnet was like a rose in a thorn patch; the light shining in
the dark; where there was no hope left for what had remained of good people.
Garnet had been there to do what she could about everyone; worry,
help, triumph. She had brought the good from the bad in all those times that
I needed her; that so did everyone else. Vivi, Eiko, Freya, Beatrix.
They had all needed her as I did, they needed her because she was
kind, beautiful, loving. Vivi had needed her advice, support, love. Eiko
was there as a friend, as was Beatrix. But Alexandria's General had been
blinded by ambition, blinded by those dreams of Brahne that she couldn't see
her way clear. Beatrix had done simply as the Queen had said, while not
knowing that she was hurting Garnet; she only knew orders and what would
become of her if she hadn't obeyed. And Freya... She only knew Garnet as a
mere aquaintance while I was there, but the two had seemed to be warm in
greetings and polite in farewells.
Yet as I bring up these memories, I recall all those things that
she had said to me. As we traveled across the world, the sights we had seen,
the people we met, and even more were to come. Garnet had remained steadfast
and headstrong to help her mother, to seize and capture whatever it was that
drove Brahne to the edge of sanity, ambition. Blinded by greed.
Of all these things, these ashes of what had been said and remembered,
rises a phoenix of the sort that I had been blind to see. Garnet had always
cared for everyone ... but I wonder if she had the eyes to see the way I felt
to her, wanted her, needed her. Maybe she had always and only loved me as
she did Vivi or Eiko. Even if she never does or ever did care for me the way
I do for her, I always remember how close we are and were, even that night
in Alexandria. It seems like so long ago ...
I suppose I had replaced all her wants, needs, suffering of being
bound like a bird in a cage, just as she was trapped within the bare, hollow
walls of Alexandria Castle. The way they had hunted her, tricked, lied to her
was and is still enough to make me drop of the edge of my sanity. Garnet
had never deserved to have her heart broken, for when she had heard the
awful truth, the only thing she thought of was her mother. Brahne had either
had very little love or none at all for her daughter, for even I don't know
how she could plot such a scheme. Garnet had brought this to everyone's attention,
I suppose, but why they didn't listen ... It could have saved many lives, many
broken homes, and even worse still, abandoned kingdoms and crownless kings.
And the one person that stands out, to me, more than the Princess which
I hold dear ... the sinister Kuja. I can believe what he wants with Garnet, what
needs he wants to serve while watching her sweet face retaliate in disgust at
his touch. I had been there when this happened; watching in distraught awe at
how much power he had held, simply in his hand ... and even worse still, the
bravery, intelligence and brilliance had been acquired throughout his service
to the sloggish Queen Brahne.
So now new thoughts come to me, as I forget the past and look to the future.
The past is no longer dull and solemn, but a reminder, a legend of what myself and
my friends had been through. And through it all, we had become wiser, smarter,
but above all, stronger. The events which had brought us close have also binded us,
bound us, together, forever and always.
As I thought before ... Garnet is a rose in a thorn patch.
And a word from her voice, a smile from her face, the sparkle of her eyes ...
It's more than the greatest thing I could ever wish for. Happiness. Bliss.
... A kiss from a rose.
by Kaitlyn Summers
(from Zidane's pov)
I have to smile to myself as I remember where we met; how fate had
decided to entwine us together at that time, that place, that moment. She
had been surprised to see me, and I her; the look on her face could have
made a thousand hearts break. She had looked distraught; depressed; she
looked as if all she had held dear had been taken, tossed, thrown out an
open window to land, shattering, on the streets below.
Fate had brought us together because it chose to; it chose us to make
something beautiful, pure, again out of the world. That is why Cid sent us,
sent us to Alexandria's hollow halls to retrieve the beauty that had been
left there. Garnet was like a rose in a thorn patch; the light shining in
the dark; where there was no hope left for what had remained of good people.
Garnet had been there to do what she could about everyone; worry,
help, triumph. She had brought the good from the bad in all those times that
I needed her; that so did everyone else. Vivi, Eiko, Freya, Beatrix.
They had all needed her as I did, they needed her because she was
kind, beautiful, loving. Vivi had needed her advice, support, love. Eiko
was there as a friend, as was Beatrix. But Alexandria's General had been
blinded by ambition, blinded by those dreams of Brahne that she couldn't see
her way clear. Beatrix had done simply as the Queen had said, while not
knowing that she was hurting Garnet; she only knew orders and what would
become of her if she hadn't obeyed. And Freya... She only knew Garnet as a
mere aquaintance while I was there, but the two had seemed to be warm in
greetings and polite in farewells.
Yet as I bring up these memories, I recall all those things that
she had said to me. As we traveled across the world, the sights we had seen,
the people we met, and even more were to come. Garnet had remained steadfast
and headstrong to help her mother, to seize and capture whatever it was that
drove Brahne to the edge of sanity, ambition. Blinded by greed.
Of all these things, these ashes of what had been said and remembered,
rises a phoenix of the sort that I had been blind to see. Garnet had always
cared for everyone ... but I wonder if she had the eyes to see the way I felt
to her, wanted her, needed her. Maybe she had always and only loved me as
she did Vivi or Eiko. Even if she never does or ever did care for me the way
I do for her, I always remember how close we are and were, even that night
in Alexandria. It seems like so long ago ...
I suppose I had replaced all her wants, needs, suffering of being
bound like a bird in a cage, just as she was trapped within the bare, hollow
walls of Alexandria Castle. The way they had hunted her, tricked, lied to her
was and is still enough to make me drop of the edge of my sanity. Garnet
had never deserved to have her heart broken, for when she had heard the
awful truth, the only thing she thought of was her mother. Brahne had either
had very little love or none at all for her daughter, for even I don't know
how she could plot such a scheme. Garnet had brought this to everyone's attention,
I suppose, but why they didn't listen ... It could have saved many lives, many
broken homes, and even worse still, abandoned kingdoms and crownless kings.
And the one person that stands out, to me, more than the Princess which
I hold dear ... the sinister Kuja. I can believe what he wants with Garnet, what
needs he wants to serve while watching her sweet face retaliate in disgust at
his touch. I had been there when this happened; watching in distraught awe at
how much power he had held, simply in his hand ... and even worse still, the
bravery, intelligence and brilliance had been acquired throughout his service
to the sloggish Queen Brahne.
So now new thoughts come to me, as I forget the past and look to the future.
The past is no longer dull and solemn, but a reminder, a legend of what myself and
my friends had been through. And through it all, we had become wiser, smarter,
but above all, stronger. The events which had brought us close have also binded us,
bound us, together, forever and always.
As I thought before ... Garnet is a rose in a thorn patch.
And a word from her voice, a smile from her face, the sparkle of her eyes ...
It's more than the greatest thing I could ever wish for. Happiness. Bliss.
... A kiss from a rose.