Here's the second chapter on Thursday, as promised! *^_^* Might go back up
to the weekly schedule though, hmm. I guess we'll just see how I feel
later!
-Chapter Two-
Rumor always knew.
"She's too young. She's not ready to be queen."
Rumor always told.
"Some say that he's all she thinks about."
Rumor loved to expand.
"Don't you think it's romantic in a way? A dramatic tale of lost love!"
Rumor sighed.
"She isn't fit to be Queen."
Rumor smiled.
~*~*~*~
There was a loud knocking at the door. Looking around, she noticed that she hadn't moved since last night. The sheet was wrapped around her once again as she walked across the room to open the door. The dimmed golden haired general bowed.
"Your highness, Prince Arcemedion the 3rd of Burmecia has requested an audience with you. Will you accept?" Garnet looked away and sighed.
"If I must."
"I shall inform him that you will be meeting within the hour."
"Thank you Beatrix." And in spite of how horrid Garnet was feeling, she forced a slight smile on her face, for Beatrix's sake. As expected, her face lit up with a returned smile. She bowed again and quickly left the room. Garnet shut the door behind her, keeping the smile on her face. She walked up to the full body mirror and examined the smile, a feeble one at most. She let it slide off her face along with the white cloth that she was holding. Looking herself over completely, she wondered what Zidane ever saw in her. As the words crossed her mind, she felt a breath of words grace her ear. She turned, seeing no one there, but still lost in her own fantasy.
~*~*~*~
Garnet continued to stare up at the bunk above her. She never would have thought Zidane had troubles of his own. Of course, everyone had their problems, but his were so. so. deep. He was always trying to fix others problems, sometimes going out of his way. But it did made sense. Was he really as carefree as everyone assumed?
He had been so open with her. she was almost. stunned. She wanted to let him know that she was there for him. That he was allowed to have problems. That she would always be there to listen. Without her brain's knowledge, her legs pulled her out of the bottom bunk and found herself climbing the stout ladder to the top bunk. Zidane's fingers were laced through his sandy locks, one knee propped up. His head turned at the sound of movement, a quick look of shock crossed his face before the smile was given.
"Can't get enough of me can you?" A fist lightly met his nearest leg and she smiled back. Crawling up the last leg of the ladder, she sat on her knees at the foot of the bed, obviously made for mages a lot larger than either one of them were. Looking down she kneaded her hands into her lap. "Dagger..?" Zidane cocked his head to the side, knocking a few strands of hair out of place.
"I just." she started.
"Yeah?" He shifted into a more upright position.
"I just want you to know." she fidgeted. "that. you don't have to do everything alone." Summing up all her courage, she looked up. "You're always helping everyone out, being the strong one. I want you to know that I want to be there when you need help.that I will always be here for you." That same look of shock entered his face, but this time, it stayed there. "Zidane?" The nervous princess' hands rested on the bed as she leaned in closer, attempting to decipher his thoughts. Had she said something wrong? The usually sturdy face he had crumbled within seconds and he reached out for her, letting loose, untied hair shield him. Leaning towards him ever so slightly, he pulled her into a tight embrace. She could feel him shaking as he let all the pent up emotions go. Her hand reached behind his head and she held him tighter against her. Confusion and calm ran about her head at the same time and so she did the only thing that she always did when she was unsure. She sang the song. His trembling subsided as he listened to the words she sang.
"I didn't know. there were words." He spoke softly into her hair.
"Neither did I." He leaned back to search her eyes, confusion written all over his face. A slight smile crossed her lips. "I guess we're more alike than we thought. neither of us truly know where we came from." Zidane found her eyes and held her gaze.
She shut her eyes.
He leaned in, and for a moment, their lips touched. He paused, as if he was wondering the same thing that was plaguing her mind. Is this right? Leaning her body forward, he needed no more of a sign and met her halfway. His fingers found the strands of her hair that were falling forward and ran his fingers through, pulling them back into place. They kept pulling each other closer and closer, tasting each other, exploring the regions of their mouths, fulfilling bottled up passions. The two fell backwards onto the bed as Garnet slowly began to undo the buttons on his shirt. When he felt her hands, he broke off the kiss, only long enough to ask, "Are you sure?" Her lips pressed against his once again accompanied by a nod, and he began on the ties on her jumpsuit.
~*~*~*~
"Why do you love me?" Garnet broke the silence and cuddled closer against Zidane, a hand tracing a figure eight onto his bare chest.
"Why don't I love you?" Zidane smiled down at her and kissed her temple. "Dagger, you are perfect. Beautiful, smart, cute and courageous. You are everything. But do you know what I love about you the most?"
"Hmm?"
"Your faults." A quizzical glance was shot his way and he laughed. "I love how you are so naïve to the ways of the world. How you will always have that certain royal "air" about you. Or that mole that you have right on-"
"Hey!" She pounded a fist into his stomach. "I thought we weren't going to discuss that!"
"Oh yeah. I forgot." One side of Zidane's mouth curled up in a huge grin as Garnet rolled on top of him and continued to pound on him. He laughed harder and she began to laugh. When he laughed, it made her laugh along with him. Her arms wrapped around him again and she placed her lips on his.
"I love you." She stated.
"I love you."
Damn, a lot shorter than I was hoping. and I'm still not really happy with it, I'll probably do some revisions and post that on Monday, along with chapter three. *Which is already done by the way* I've also come up with some ideas that will make this longer than originally planned, and I'm hoping that I can get it to work! *^_^* Remember to review, comment and constructive criticism are always welcome, just no flames please, I'm a fragile little being. *^_~*
-Chapter Two-
Rumor always knew.
"She's too young. She's not ready to be queen."
Rumor always told.
"Some say that he's all she thinks about."
Rumor loved to expand.
"Don't you think it's romantic in a way? A dramatic tale of lost love!"
Rumor sighed.
"She isn't fit to be Queen."
Rumor smiled.
~*~*~*~
There was a loud knocking at the door. Looking around, she noticed that she hadn't moved since last night. The sheet was wrapped around her once again as she walked across the room to open the door. The dimmed golden haired general bowed.
"Your highness, Prince Arcemedion the 3rd of Burmecia has requested an audience with you. Will you accept?" Garnet looked away and sighed.
"If I must."
"I shall inform him that you will be meeting within the hour."
"Thank you Beatrix." And in spite of how horrid Garnet was feeling, she forced a slight smile on her face, for Beatrix's sake. As expected, her face lit up with a returned smile. She bowed again and quickly left the room. Garnet shut the door behind her, keeping the smile on her face. She walked up to the full body mirror and examined the smile, a feeble one at most. She let it slide off her face along with the white cloth that she was holding. Looking herself over completely, she wondered what Zidane ever saw in her. As the words crossed her mind, she felt a breath of words grace her ear. She turned, seeing no one there, but still lost in her own fantasy.
~*~*~*~
Garnet continued to stare up at the bunk above her. She never would have thought Zidane had troubles of his own. Of course, everyone had their problems, but his were so. so. deep. He was always trying to fix others problems, sometimes going out of his way. But it did made sense. Was he really as carefree as everyone assumed?
He had been so open with her. she was almost. stunned. She wanted to let him know that she was there for him. That he was allowed to have problems. That she would always be there to listen. Without her brain's knowledge, her legs pulled her out of the bottom bunk and found herself climbing the stout ladder to the top bunk. Zidane's fingers were laced through his sandy locks, one knee propped up. His head turned at the sound of movement, a quick look of shock crossed his face before the smile was given.
"Can't get enough of me can you?" A fist lightly met his nearest leg and she smiled back. Crawling up the last leg of the ladder, she sat on her knees at the foot of the bed, obviously made for mages a lot larger than either one of them were. Looking down she kneaded her hands into her lap. "Dagger..?" Zidane cocked his head to the side, knocking a few strands of hair out of place.
"I just." she started.
"Yeah?" He shifted into a more upright position.
"I just want you to know." she fidgeted. "that. you don't have to do everything alone." Summing up all her courage, she looked up. "You're always helping everyone out, being the strong one. I want you to know that I want to be there when you need help.that I will always be here for you." That same look of shock entered his face, but this time, it stayed there. "Zidane?" The nervous princess' hands rested on the bed as she leaned in closer, attempting to decipher his thoughts. Had she said something wrong? The usually sturdy face he had crumbled within seconds and he reached out for her, letting loose, untied hair shield him. Leaning towards him ever so slightly, he pulled her into a tight embrace. She could feel him shaking as he let all the pent up emotions go. Her hand reached behind his head and she held him tighter against her. Confusion and calm ran about her head at the same time and so she did the only thing that she always did when she was unsure. She sang the song. His trembling subsided as he listened to the words she sang.
"I didn't know. there were words." He spoke softly into her hair.
"Neither did I." He leaned back to search her eyes, confusion written all over his face. A slight smile crossed her lips. "I guess we're more alike than we thought. neither of us truly know where we came from." Zidane found her eyes and held her gaze.
She shut her eyes.
He leaned in, and for a moment, their lips touched. He paused, as if he was wondering the same thing that was plaguing her mind. Is this right? Leaning her body forward, he needed no more of a sign and met her halfway. His fingers found the strands of her hair that were falling forward and ran his fingers through, pulling them back into place. They kept pulling each other closer and closer, tasting each other, exploring the regions of their mouths, fulfilling bottled up passions. The two fell backwards onto the bed as Garnet slowly began to undo the buttons on his shirt. When he felt her hands, he broke off the kiss, only long enough to ask, "Are you sure?" Her lips pressed against his once again accompanied by a nod, and he began on the ties on her jumpsuit.
~*~*~*~
"Why do you love me?" Garnet broke the silence and cuddled closer against Zidane, a hand tracing a figure eight onto his bare chest.
"Why don't I love you?" Zidane smiled down at her and kissed her temple. "Dagger, you are perfect. Beautiful, smart, cute and courageous. You are everything. But do you know what I love about you the most?"
"Hmm?"
"Your faults." A quizzical glance was shot his way and he laughed. "I love how you are so naïve to the ways of the world. How you will always have that certain royal "air" about you. Or that mole that you have right on-"
"Hey!" She pounded a fist into his stomach. "I thought we weren't going to discuss that!"
"Oh yeah. I forgot." One side of Zidane's mouth curled up in a huge grin as Garnet rolled on top of him and continued to pound on him. He laughed harder and she began to laugh. When he laughed, it made her laugh along with him. Her arms wrapped around him again and she placed her lips on his.
"I love you." She stated.
"I love you."
Damn, a lot shorter than I was hoping. and I'm still not really happy with it, I'll probably do some revisions and post that on Monday, along with chapter three. *Which is already done by the way* I've also come up with some ideas that will make this longer than originally planned, and I'm hoping that I can get it to work! *^_^* Remember to review, comment and constructive criticism are always welcome, just no flames please, I'm a fragile little being. *^_~*