DISCLAIMER: The following is a fanbased fiction. I do not own Legend of Dragoon nor its characters.

"Did you guys put yourself into. . . umm. . . a romantic situation?"

Rose nearly crushed the glass in her hand. Glancing down, she spied a small crack materialized beneath her grip. Sitting at the inn's bar with her back to her friends, she hoped dearly that no one saw the twitch in her back.

'Shit.'

For the first time in centuries, she gave a small prayer of thanks to Soa. If Haschel had not burst into boisterous laughter, breaking the incredulous silence Meru's words had caused then, there would have been one less Wingly in the already endangered race.

"Don't be silly, Meru!" Haschel scolded loudly. Indeed, Rose felt she could relax just the slightest as the man put the curious girl in her place. Breathing out slowly through her nose, she let his words sink in.

'Right. Don't be silly,' she reassured herself, slightly annoyed that hours later the night's events still bothered her. There was nothing 'romantic' about nearly drowning in the bay and having to haul an unconscious warrior to the nearest bit of land she could find. Dart was barely alive. She did what she had to do to take care of him.

The rest. . . she would make sense of that later, when they did not have to worry about Lloyd. Or Moon Objects. Or Dragons.

'Goodness, I sound pathetic,' she admonished herself. Bringing the cold glass to her lips once more, she closed her eyes in frustration.

"But did you cuddle with Rose?"

She cared not for her outburst then, nor the broken glass shards and drink splattered across the bar counter. Grateful to be joined by Dart and Albert (even Meru, despite just seconds ago having a death wish), she gave as lethal a glare as she could muster at the unapologetic, chortling geezer. With a snort, she glanced Dart's way. Understandably, he merely sat beside an absolutely miserable Shana and scratched his blonde hair, his head hung in embarrassment and tan cheeks redder than the sky of setting sun.

Her dark, hot stare must have been unbearable upon him, for he eventually glanced her way, giving a frustrated look of his own.

It was then that Rose realized a truth so frightening to her, she could feel each and every bit of assurance she had mustered over the past few hours slip away into oblivion.

Dart had been the one to wake her up that morning. He had called out her name urgently, grabbing her shoulders and giving her gentle shakes as the little boy Pete and his dog ran around aggravatingly loud for so early in the morning.

Sometime or another, be it when Pete found the two of them or some time before, Dart, laying in her lap more or less, had woken up to her sleeping form holding him for dear life. It was no wonder why he kept asking if she was alright that morning on the way to Fueno. And what could he be thinking now, confronted with Haschel's immature question? Rose swallowed the bile rising in her throat as Dart turned his fearful gaze towards the floor.

Technically. . . could they have cuddled?

'. . .well, fuck.'

Turning back to face the remains of her drink, she leaned over the counter, hoping her thick, dark hair would function just as well as a cloak to hide the distraught look on her pink tinted face.

WOW THAT WAS STUPID XD

And so I begin my little diary of short stories and drabbles! Don't take the things I write here too seriously. I'm starting this just so I can practice various writing skills. As always with my stories, I am a DartxRose supporter, so you can expect romance of all kinds between the two :3 Happy reading!