A/N:….how many years has it been? O_O. BWAH! *cries* I MISSED MY STORY!!! *cries, huggles story* I MISSED MY REVIEWERS!!! *cries, attempts to huggle reviewers, but reviewers all back away to quickly for that* ^_^;;…EEEEEEEEH!! I HAVE TRIED TO DO THIS STORY AT SO MANY POINTS IN THE YEAR!!! O_O…yesterday, my muse came to me…*bows to the muse* and the result you see before you. Bwha. ^_^ THANK YOU FOR REVIEWS!! THEY MOTIVATE ME TO GO ON!!! BWHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEH!! ^_^
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~Lady Crysania Majere
Souls in Silver Midnight
By Lady Crysania Majere
Chapter Three: Visions
It was one of those moments in time where everything around you seems to still, and words spoken only in your head seem to echo.
Black Monster.
The daze that had been inflicted by the words had begun to fade, and left behind them only a vague feeling of clear-headed detachment. Reflecting back onto the whole incident now, Lloyd realized with no small sense of surprise that the revelation of exactly who –what- Rose was did not particularly astound him. There had always been something off about her, something more, and something missing. When he had first seen her, it had bothered him a bit, but at the time, had been no big thing. The others, Dart, the Moonchild, even that Soa-forsaken Knight had seemed more important then the brooding, silent woman on the sidelines. After all, everyone had a right to their occasional dark secret.
Black Monster.
Soa, but what an idiot he had been. What was the worth of curiosity after all? And aren't the secrets best hidden those best left alone?
The broken bleeding bodies lay strewn on a charred floor; piles of wreckage smoldering moodily around them. An incredibly wrong sense of relief filled the small boy who sat, stunned, on the blackened ground.
Secrets.
Lloyd had never particularly loved his parents.
Crimson eyes blinked, as Lloyd sought to force tired optic nerves to focus upon the darkly clad woman looming above him.
He would give her that, the thought floated grimly through his head. He would give her that. She had removed from his life the two most screwed up aspects of his childhood, and even now, he was, oh so horribly, grateful. As the face of a raven haired woman swum before him, Lloyd felt a laugh of hysteria bubble up from within, to pass with a strained, horse, noise from between his lips. After all, who was he to be the judge of others?
Let you who is without sin cast the first stone.
The heat of the desert gave an odd feeling of dizziness as Lloyd sought to pull his rapidly disintegrating world together. An odd, fuzzy blackness began to edge the outlines of his sight, as a body whose reserves were spent felt the last of its energy leave it. Getting out of Between, not to mention the Binding, had been taken far more energy then he had thought possible.
The sparkling rays of the desert sun shown briefly in one last bright instant beneath his closing eyelids, as Lloyds mind spiraled softly down into the inky blackness that was unconsciousness.
!@!@!
Rose almost failed to notice the body before her lose its stiff defensiveness, failed to hear the brief choke of harsh laughter that hailed it, to wrapped up was she in her own incompetence. Fool. Fool! Her mind cursed at her; even as violet eyes, ever watchful, noted the impossible Wingly go limp. What an idiot she had been, to let herself be tricked! Her 'vacation', thin lips twitched at that particular choice of words, with the Dragoons had indeed softened her mind if this was what she was coming to. That she had fallen for so simple a trick…a trick that even ten years ago would have failed… Disgusted, and more with herself then the man before her, Rose stretched her foot and gave the comatose Wingly a rather ungentle prod. He didn't move.
This man –Lloyd- had been the first being to nose-lead her in centuries, and Rose had found she hadn't liked it.
Poke. Prod. Jab. Kick.
No, she hadn't liked it at all.
!@!@!
A ray of sparkling light played silently across the desert, swirling the sand in its wake, until finally lifting off into the clear, amazingly blue, sky. There, the light drifted awhile, letting the air currents catch it and the swirling winds tease at its being. A glittering mass of shimmering splendor playing across the sky, this particular radiance was, by no means, ordinary.
The Almighty and Devine Creator Soa looked, irritated, down upon Her creation, shrugging off yet another fawning breeze. That done, She hovered directly above the heads of the two mortals ever to seriously draw Her attention. Her perfect, skeptic, eyes gazed at the unconscious man and his companion, and failed to see what made these two so special, to have caused Her so much grief. They were powerful, undeniably, but there had been creatures more powerful then they in the course of Her lifetime, creatures which, as all before them, had traveled the length of Between and into their Death. What was it about these two that made them the first to defy that last embrace? She brooded, perfectly, on this for a moment, and when an answer failed to present itself, irritation triumphed and She gave up her watching.
The ray of light then made it way, noiselessly, to the ground, and there, the being who the light truly was drew upon the words and images of a knight who had, unknowingly, lent the light its means of communication. If an observer, watching the strip of glowing something had even for an instant, blinked, they would have missed the quick transformation that left a tall, handsome, blond haired man in the place where the light had once been.
Absently brushing a strand of golden hair from a face, oh so very much different then Her own, the Perfect, Almighty, Goddess Soa made Her way to the two bedraggled figures, on a not-so-far-off hillside.
!@!@!
The novelty of a comatose Wingly and an exasperatingly hot wasteland was beginning to wear dangerously thin, and with it, Rose's patience, what little of it she had had to begin with. Naturally, infuriatingly, pale skin did not take well to heat, and even 11,000 some years did not change the fact that the her flesh pinked and burned as much or more then any other creatures.
The idea of giving the man at her feet another good kick was beginning to become very tempting.
Insensibly long hair, -why did she never cut the damn stuff?-, soaked up the suns rays, and while Rose had never been one to care about her bodies discomfort when need called for it, surely this was not necessary? Recently back from the dead, exhausted, and unpleasantly hot to boot, Rose felt her foot involuntarily angle itself for another jab at the Wingly's head.
She had found, through out the years, the violence was the best relief for stress.
As the battle between common sense and the now overpowering urge to create a large dent in the Wingly's skull came to a crest, a light, somehow familiar, yet, somehow different, male, voice from behind her interrupted.
"Rose."
!@!@!
Lloyd was not particularly sure when consciousness began to return to him, though he was sure of the intense sense of chagrin that colored his thoughts. He had fainted. Soa, worse, he had fainted in front of a human. Well, perhaps not a human exactly…that thought brought a rush of giddy remembrance. Damn, damn, and damn it all. His thoughts as slow and gritty as the sand covered rock beneath him, Lloyd made some effort to return to consciousness with dignity. Eyesight, blurred and wavering as it was, began to return as the embarrassed Wingly came to a foggy awareness.
With the returning eyesight, came hearing.
A voice, light, male, infuriatingly familiar, yet unrecognized; "…no need, you already know who I am."
A deeper, this time female, voice answered. Rose, Lloyd concluded after a moments thought. "And I repeat, I do not, no matter what guise you wear. Now, if you do not tell me how you came to be as you are, there will be nothing to stop me from…." Here, Lloyd's attention wavered, and the words were lost to him, though the response they gained was not. The derision in the voice that parried the rejoinder was extraordinarily arrogant, so much so, that even one rising from unconsciousness' depths could not miss it.
"And is your solution to all problems the sword…? It does make a person wonder what will happen the day you come across a dilemma cold steel will not fix. But let us forsake this argument a moment, look, our Wingly friend stirs."
Lloyd inwardly cursed whatever small movement on his part that had given his listening away. Propping himself back onto his hands, he looked up, to where two humans stood, Rose, he noted, amused, with a knife pressed rather pointedly against the newcomers throat. Piercing violet eyes flashed, as words that were not spoken, but words Lloyd heard just as clearly as if they were, told him to stay out of this. Returning the, by now, almost familiar glare of the Dark Dragoon –Black Monster- , adding a slightly insolent twitch to his lips (to tell her that there was no way he would) he turned his sights on the second figure. And blinked.
Blinked again.
And blinked a third time for good measure.
Still not convinced that his eyes were not playing tricks on him, Lloyd gave this newcomer an accusing stare, before stating simply,
"I killed you."
!@!@!
It was at moments like these that Soa severely regretted creating the Endiness, and it was at moments like these that She wished, very sincerely, that the birth of the God of Destruction had gone as planned. Which then brought Her to the rather unpleasant conclusion that it was mainly because of the meddlings of both of the two mortals before Her, that Her plan had failed, which, yet again, brought Her to the unpleasant reason of why She had been forced to come here in the first place. A sigh of annoyance She did not even bother to try and conceal passed from lips clumsy and human, as hair, exasperatingly yellow, failed to stay in its perfect place. Giving the petulant Wingly, and his equally petulant comment, no recognition, She turned to the other mortal, no mean feet, not with a knife pressed uncomfortably to Her neck, and gave her a hard stare, as if to command that she explain the situation to the Wingly. A stare that was, amazingly, returned. Had She not, at the last minute, caught Herself, Soa, no doubt, would have blasted this impudent mortal to the death she had long been denied. Yet the cold thought of another face off with Chaos sobered Her before She could do anything drastic, and She stayed Her hand. After all, this mortal did not know who she faced. Another thought, upon which the Goddess scowled fiercely, was that is was quite likely that this woman would have returned Her gaze, even if she had known. Glaring violently, She turned her head from the object of Her rage, to face the Wingly, his cool façade now resumed, if slightly disheveled, the questioning look in crimson eyes showing he would have an answer to his statement-like question. Exasperated, and at the end of Her Devine patience, Soa opened Her mouth to say something that, no doubt, would send both of these mortals to the fiery pits of the netherworld, yet before She could speak, She was interrupted.
""Lloyd," The name was spoken harshly, but had an odd, almost clumsy, ring to it; still, it did not fail to grab both Devine and Wingly attention. A look of surprise coloring his face, the man whose name had been called turned his head sharply, to face the woman whose utterance had, all unknowingly, saved both mortals from a rather painful destruction. "Lloyd." This time it sounded less forced, as if the speaker was becoming resigned to the fact that, yes, the Wingly did have a name. "This is not the man you killed," Soa could hear the scowl in the woman's voice, and guessed with a smug satisfaction that the Wingly would be forced to regret his careless murder for years to come, "though it may wear his features." The Goddess felt, with great indignity, the sharpened edge of a knife point press uncomfortably near her throat. "Whatever it is, do not trust it until I -we- know its identity."
Soa opened a mouth, so different from her own, and Her voice, cool and calm, issued from it, speaking in protesting defense. "I am most certainly not an it, though you are correct in your assumption that I am not the Knight whose appearance I bear." She was faintly surprised that the human had figured it out, though it did not show in her speech, "Lavitz minds not that I use his body-" well, he did not 'mind' anything She did. "And I had thought you would be more willing to listen to what I had to say if I came in the guise of a friend." An amused snort came from the Wingly's direction. She ignored it. "Who I am does not concern you, if what I say does. If you must pester me with questions, then, ask why I have come." She paused, and decided that now was the time to cast aside false pretenses. With an air about Her that suggested slow motion, the body She had so clumsily worn was shucked like an old skin, leaving her to glow, in all Her majestic brilliance, once more above their heads. With a voice that came from everywhere, and encircled everything, She spoke.
"Now listen to me, and listen to my story. Realize what you have done, and hear of your reward…"
!@!@!
In times long past, when the Endiness was nothing but an unborn dream, and those who had come Before faded into legend, a creature lived and was called Chaos, for he was as his name. Discord, destruction, entropy, and things better left unknown was what he left in his wake, and so random and frenzied was he, that nothing could truly be gained from his presence. So the Seven that originally were decided it might be best to lock him away and they did, in a universe different then ours, a place called Between. And thus was Chaos's true form banned from the galaxies. Yet millennia passed and the Seven were scattered, all that they had made forgotten.
And so it was that a creature of power came upon this part of the universe, and took it for Her own. In particular, Soa nurtured one small, baron planet, and from it, birthed her own creatures, the 108 species of the Endiness.
In the first years, everything was perfect, and it would be impossible to conceive of the joy that sang through both creations and creator. This was their world, and they loved it. Yet as all good things must come to an end, so did the life of the first creature. Grieved, Soa opened her arms to accept the things soul, but a barrier, a universe not quite there, remained between them. This, the Goddess named with a bitter anger, Between, and She cursed it. Yet all was not as lost as She had feared, for from within the darkness, a power spoke to Her, and long were their dealings. In the end, the creature whom Soa named The Wind (for that was how it appeared to her) reached an understanding with the Goddess, and for a time, all was well.
Century after century passed, and the Wind conveyed Soa's children to her arms, and in exchange, took the bits and pieces from their souls, until, on the eve of the annihilation of the God of Destruction, two spirits were killed, and did not except their deaths. Of all coincidences, these cowardly souls, to afraid of death to accept their destruction, came together and formed a forbidden alliance. While the Wind busied itself with the remains of a God, these traitorous spirits slipped back into Life, taking with them a large part of the barrier that was all that had kept the world from Chaos. Panicked, for Chaos is a creature whose power is impossible to imagine, Soa came swiftly and silently, and –just barely- managed to re-ensnare Chaos once again, yet not before he had done his damage.
"…So now do you see what you have done?" Soa questioned, the fury in Her voice almost distorting its perfection. "Do you see what harm you have caused?" To Her deep satisfaction, both mortals before Her had the decency to have taken on deeply troubled expressions. The Wingly; his face as cool as always, had hints of distinctly uneasy overtones. The human; ever stoic, deeply disturbed. Yet if qualities of disquiet and agitation colored their thoughts, when the mortals first spoke, their words were as calm and cynical as ever.
"See what we have done?" A snort, this time of derision, issued from the Wingly, who was by now, lounging against one of the stone slabs. "No. I don't believe we do. You didn't seem to think it fitting to tell us what damage this…Chaos…creature has done." He stressed the we 's and us 's, though whether this was for the Her sake or the humans' Soa was not sure. About to respond in scathing tones of Her own, She was, -for the second time that day!- interrupted by Rose.
"As the Wingly said." The incorrigible human stated. "You have not made it very clear what consequences our escape has caused." The stressing of the our was done in such amused tones, that it was made obvious to Soa who the Wingly had been addressing with his we 's and us 's. Rose continued. "Your story, while certainly making us out as the villains, does not tell of our villainies, save that we inconvenienced a Goddess. A Goddess who, I might add," Rose's eyes took on a shadowed quality, even as they looked up into the light, "has caused me nothing but grief. If She has troubles," A shrug, "it is not my problem."
The Wingly's casual nod agreed.
Righteous rage boiled within Soa, as a power such as the ignorant mortals before Her could not conceive, flowed out of Her in fierce torrents. What right had they to blame their troubles on Her? What right had they to accuse Her of anything? It was not their place! A fury as She had never before experienced coursed through Her veins, and a foreign, sadistic, feeling overtook Her.
"You would know what Chaos did?" Her voice icy, -oh so icy!-, and cold. "You would know what disaster he spawned? A child! Simply, a child. But what a twisted, perversion of a child it is! You have heard of Dragon Angles? Very well. Then see how he has used you…" And laying a hand on the heads of both mortals, She twisted their thoughts, and let them see into the future that Chaos's meddling had made…
!@!@!
The first thing Rose noticed was that she was in a cave. A long, low, cave with walls that well reflected the shifting swirling shadows created by the light of a fire. She was dressed in her smallclothes, and bled from not a small number of minor wounds, yet she huddled under a thick blanket, and some part of her mind was expectantly waiting. The Rose that truly was Rose wondered at this, for who would she have allowed to see her in this state, not even in her armor? Surely no one. Except…. The face of a blond haired man came to mind, and her heart jolted painfully.
Zeig …oh, surely…it could not be possible.
A low, chuckle came from behind her, and now, her heart jumped to her throat. It was impossible! The sensible voice in her mind told her, yet, yet…! A warm hand touched, and trailed down her shoulder. No one but Zeig! Oh, who else could it be? Zeig…! Tears, so long forgotten, would have come to her eyes, yet…something stopped them. Maybe she had indeed, forgotten how to cry.
No matter, Zeig will fix that. Zeig can fix everything.
And then, in that moment, she turned to face him, and her hopes, everything, balanced on that glance.
A cry of despair would have torn from her lips, but her body refused to answer to her command.
The Wingly's face, Lloyd's face, was what greeted her,-Not Zeig!-, smiling coyly, devilishly. This was not the man she had known. A mouth that had refused to listen to her commands, opened to the words of another.
"And what's so amusing Wingly?"
"You." The answer was simple…playful. "And have you still not learned my name?" The man chided, failing to break through the dark despair that was the true Rose. "It is Lloyd. Lloyd. Can't you say that?"
A smile, -oh so involuntary!-, a smile, -not her own!-, played about her lips –oh so traitorous!- and her voice laughed with a merriment that should not have been possible. Not after Zeig. "Lloyd. There. I've said it."
He smiled, and that part of her that was not the REAL Rose smiled back. "See? Not so hard. Now-" All at once he was serious again, and his message contained hints of danger and warning. The Rose that was the genuine Rose failed to hear it, as a new scene opened itself before her….
!@!@!
Kisses, oh. She was covered in kisses. A passion so dark and so utterly foreign realized that she was kissing back. Moans of pleasure and of absolute animal excitement issued from a throat that was not, could not, be hers. Silver hair twisted beneath her fingers, and kisses covered that to. The world was a sea of endless kisses and the Rose that was Rose screamed at this utter defilement, while somewhere, a part of her, -not her own!- screamed exultation. A Wingly's red, -oh so deep, blood red-, eyes stared back at her, with a passion that matched that treacherous thing that possessed her.
Inside her mind, Rose beat against the barriers that held her to this place, this body, this action that was so wrong.
A despairing scream issued from a woman who was trapped in her own mind, to echo, and finally lose itself, heard by none, as it faded into the night….
!@!@!
He kissed her. Lloyds mind reeled as it alighted rather clumsily into an intelligence, a being, that was his, yet…different. Lips that belonged to him, yet refused to obey his command, were to busy to open and give voice to his puzzlement. Hair, of an accursed black color, was everywhere, in his eyes, tangled in his fingers, -Soa!- in his mouth!
Stop, he commanded himself. And when that did not work, more forcefully; Stop! A body that proved deaf to reason paid little heed to his commands, and Lloyd realized with no little sense horror that he had absolutely no control over the situation. His thrice cursed mouth kissed, and was kissed, as finally, the veil of midnight hair parted and he was allowed a glimpse at his body's (for it was only his body's…his oh so rebellious body's) companion.
Soa preserve and protect.
Rose.
The Black, fucking, Monster.
…Damn that was a bad pun…
Horrified beyond belief as his body preformed an action that, when done with a human, was said to be the filthiest of things, Lloyd could do little else but watch as what had to be the longest night of his life unfolded…
!@!@!
Soa felt –finally- both mortals' minds begin to crumble under the endured horror of the vision, and a self-shame deeper then She had thought possible welled up within Her. Was not She supposed to be a Goddess of Kindness and Creation? A God who's only purpose was to care for Her children? Oh, how power corrupts and twists! Had She been so conscious of Her supremacy that She would lash out at only the smallest of insults? A deep, self-revulsion began to take Her, and horror at Her own actions swirled within. Abruptly, She cut Her vision short, leaving the confused and injured minds of the two mortals to their true bodies in a place different then the desert they had just left. In TimesBane, both creatures now stood before Her mirror.
"Listen, you mortals…" the voice that must have sounded in their heads held none of the remorse of the Goddess who spoke it. "You have now seen the consequence of your actions. Chaos used you both to create the child which was to be his legacy, and only you can prevent what he has already done. See the mirror before you? It is my key to the Past, the Present, and the Future. With it, I will send you back to roughly the time that this atrocity is to take place. In the bodies of your past, your present selves will have all but no control. Your minds from now will sleep, as you relive your history. You will have but one opportunity to step in and change this event, so DO NOT waste your chance on anything, no matter how seemingly important, until you have reached the imperative point. May my blessing go with you." And with that, the calm surface of the mirror swirled and shattered, the blank eyes of the two mortals suddenly widened with astonishment. In less then a second they were gone.
Soa, Goddess and Creator of all, slumped into the lush grass of the meadow, and for the first time in Her immortal life, two, perfect, tears rolled down Her cheeks. What was She coming to…? Behind Her, unexpected, a voice spoke.
"M'Lady?"
Soa had never really realized how warm his voice was. How caring. He could forgive Her surely? And She turned.
Hair, which had been so infuriatingly, imperfectly, yellow, now seemed…right, and lips, when She had born them, so clumsy, now seemed as smooth and perfect as Her own. The look of concern on his face when he saw Her tears was what finally broke Her, and She called to him, Her perfect voice, for once, broken.
"My Knight." Not my Child. Never again, my Child.
With the only comfort he knew how to give, his arms opened to Her, and, with no hesitation, She rushed into them, now weeping freely.
"My Lady. Oh, My Lady." Was all he said, and he stroked Her hair, and he held Her close, cradling the creator of the universe as She sobbed helpless in his arms.
Being the Goddess of all was a job of power, and power corrupts. Oh how She now knew. With the position, came a profound loneliness, and a sense of unbreakable dignity. She should have cared about that, She should have cared about this, but right now, this did not matter to Soa. Rocking gently now in His arms, the Goddess had Her first taste of true perfection.
!@!@!
Lloyd spiraled down and down, down and down into infinity. As he fell, it seemed almost as if he saw his life flash before his eyes, but going backward, rather then forward, as people who die are said to see their existence go past them. Forever he fell, and forever he saw, trapped in an endless continuum. So it was that when, with an uncomfortable jolt and an overpowering feeling of dizziness, he found himself sitting, solid, and in his own form, he was just a tad bit disoriented. For a panicked moment, he sought control of his body, unsure if this was again a…vision…as the one he had suffered before, but to his great relief, after only seconds, all his appendages obeyed his commands, and a single, soft sigh escaped his lips. Eyes that –mercifully- obeyed his orders blinked, accustoming themselves to the dim light of the chamber, when a voice, echoing across an eternity, spoke its words once more to him…
"You will have but one opportunity to step in and change this event, so DO NOT waste your chance on anything, no matter how seemingly important…"
Soa, anything but that! Lloyd shuddered at the thought of once again relinquishing control. Never, never, again, for no one and for nothing, would he give up the power over his own body! The voice, which had spoken so forcefully in his mind, began to weaken under the force of his will. Slowly, he crushed it.
NEVER.
It was fading now, the voice, speaking only in a dull whisper, and it was only a pitiful, desperate, last action, with which it attempted to force his surrender…
NEVER.
Hair, was everywhere, in his eyes, tangled in his fingers, in his mouth…
NEVER.
Kisses rained down on him, as passionately, he returned them…
Never.
…this action, the filthiest of things…
Never.
…you will have but one chance…
….never….
The Black Monster.
And Lloyd, reluctantly, released his control.
!@!@!
Rose snuck, silently, down the smooth, stone hallways of the Wingly prison. She had what she had come for; the important Wingly documents whose information was imperative to the destruction of several human colonies lay folded neatly against her waist, their harmful tidings now safe from the prying eyes of Wingly officials. Placed in a spot that was more then simple for a Dragoon to get at, recovering the documents on this mission hadn't been the hardest thing. A grim smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Almost 200 years after the Dragon Campaign; you'd think they'd of pulled themselves together by now; resigned themselves to the facts; the Wingly Empire had fallen, humans now held supremacy, and a dragoon can easily reach a tower room with an open window. And well…
Melbu Frama wasn't coming back.
Turning, as the hallway she had been walking came to an end, she came face to face with a large, armed, company of Wingly's. A siren sounded in the background.
Well, well, well. Maybe they were learning after all.
!@!@!
In the end, she had been forced to kill four of them. It wasn't the greatest loss, but it did show she was slipping. Confident in the complete decimation of the Wingly's powers of both cunning and observation with the fall of their empire, she had not been expecting the trap. Running silently down the abandoned corridor, she was forced to concede that some of Frama's remaining generals were almost as good as he was. Almost.
They hadn't caught her yet.
The sound of pounding feet, and the buzz of magic gave away a group of about…five, she estimated, Wingly's following close behind her. She would need a hiding spot to escape this group, or else be forced to fight, the later rather undesirable, as it would alert every Wingly in the Soa forsaken prison that of her location. Blood magic was very common these days. The feathery light touch of another mind touching hers almost tripped her. Damn all Wingly's and their enchantments to the fiery pits of the netherworld. Running faster now, her eyes scanning for a closet, or something, in which she could take refuge; she was rewarded with the sight of an open cell door.
Rose smiled. The Wingly's may be good, but still, they were slipping.
!@!@!
The thing that had once been called Chaos made its way down the enchanted halls of the stone passage. Drawn by a presence intensely familiar, it began the first stage of its plan. A door that should have remained closed, opened, and a future that was once one, divided into two.
!@!@!
Swiftly, silently, Rose slipped through the door, leaving it ajar behind her.
!@!@!
Time rippled, protesting, inconvenienced by this change in its pattern. Chaos shushed it.
!@!@!
With a smile of smug satisfaction, she watched the incompetent Wingly guards fly past her.
Fools.
!@!@!
He watched as the first step in his plan came into play.
!@!@!
It was then, that from behind her, a voice spoke, and the horror she felt at her discovery was tinged with chagrin. If they could set one trap surely they could set two?
"Do me a favor and close the damnable door. I've been expecting you."
!@!@!
"Well, rather, I've haven't been expecting you, exactly, but expecting someone." Lloyd corrected himself from his moderately uncomfortable place on the floor. "When the sirens went off, and the shouting began, it became rather obvious that someone had rather ticked Karian off. Though," he added, looking up at the woman who had invaded his prison cell. "I must say, I wasn't expecting you."
She turned to him, and he noted with a certain feeling of smugness, that she seemed fairly surprised. He grinned, devilishly. "But now that you're here, you might as well get about to unchaining me, we haven't all day you know. And do close the door."
She glared, and in return, he grinned. At 30, Lloyd was an extremely young Wingly, and at that stage in which rebellion against ones elders had to be, by far, the most wonderful thing in the world, which said a great deal about how he had come to be locked in his prison. With a personality as undecided as the winds, Lloyd had very few things that he was extremely set on yet in life –that could come later, when he finally settled into the ideals and standards typical of most Wingly's of the age- yet… at the moment, he was set on something. And that was to get out of this Soa forsaken cell. Again, he grinned up at the human. He would get out, and she was going to help him if she damn well wanted to or not.
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A/N: And so begins/continues my happy little story…in which poor Lloyd'y goes OOC *sniffles* and I screw over Roses pov. ;_;….I must say though…I'm REALLY beginning to pity Lavitz…poor man. Soa is a bitch. @_@..wah….which brings us to the point…BWHA!!!!! I ADDED SOME ACTUAL SOA/LAVITZ…FLUFF!!! @_@..OMG!!!!!! *falls twitching to the floor* ..I know most of you said not to let it interfere with the story…and..er..I didn't let it..to much…^^;;;…my muse is demanding…..it makes me do bad things. -_-…Like put in scary Soa/Lavitz fluff. @_@...but I had to. And I SWEAR I won't do it again if you guys didn't like it. @_@. OOOOOOOOOOH!! AND TO REVIEWERS!!! EEEEEEEH!!! *brings in chocolate bars the size of mars* BWHA!! FOR YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUU!!! THANK YOU FOR ANSWERING POLL!!! AND FOR YOU PEOPLE WHO WANTED TO SEE IT….WELL…THERE IT IS!! BWAH!!! THANKIES ALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!! EEEEH!!!! And THANKYOU to SAPPHY!! Whose plot demons I borrowed...AND TO Rap's whose story is an inspiration!! ^^
Bwah…Guys…REALLY need to know what you thought of the pairing. If you dislike, I swear I will tie my muse to a chair before doing it again…^^….eh…..so…..my new poll.
I thought Soa/Lavitz was…
Really cool. Oh my. O_O…I wasn't expecting that…EEH!! DO IT AGAIN!!
Ok. ^^ But like it was said, don't let it interfere again.
IT MUST ROT IN THE FIERY PITS!! HAAAAAAAAAATE!!! HATEEEEEEEE!!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!!!! @_@
Or…other. ^^
THANKIES SO MUCH!!!! PLEASE R/R!! NEED THE COMMENTS!! NEED THE REVIEWS!!!! AND SUGAR COVERED GUMDROPS TO THOSE WHO REVIEW!!! EEEEEEEH!!! THANKIES!! ^_^