Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Knights! I've got this habit of making people read them, but I don't actually own them! I also don't own the song "She Said Yes". Um... The dialogue, the actions... Not all of it is mine. :sweatdrop, shifty eyes: It's not used in any stories, though, so...
Warning: Fluff, as always, and shock. Why? ...I don't think we saw this one coming... What am I talking about? You'll find out soon enough... o-o :amazed:
A/N: Do not be fooled by the FREAKINGSHORT song quote for this chapter. This chapter is actually productive! And leaning towards the unusual. Okay, okay. Not really, but, still! It was a nice change from the ordinary.
((Capella... Ginsing... Why do I have a feeling you two brainwashed me into this? Ah, yes... It was the "Tintlett's #1 fan" and the bit about the knight in shining armor that did it...))
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::For dear life::
Silence deafened the room.
It was a multitude of mechanical dolls, swaying and shifting, just out of step with the steady beat hidden behind the music's overbearing melody.
Moonlight was strewn carelessly over their rapt features, illuminating hauntingly similar expressions on the upturned faces, broken here and there by a quirk, a twisted upturning of the mouth, a pair of lips joined as if one with a flick of luminescent tongue. It touched the neon glow, reflecting, radiating, rebounding. They mixed in a nauseating display of heightened color and mutated senses.
Rune watched the others, uninterested, with his peripheral vision. He only paid them enough attention to assure that he would not brush against any of them as he walked.
They were unimportant.
Almost invisible in the horde, the blonde squeezed past them, careful not to knock into them and tear their shaky dreams. He was leaning over the edge of a precipice himself, after all, and bad karma was not going to help him any.
Stepping over a shattered silver shadow, it's shards like blades of iced mirror, he reached the thinning of the herds. His heart pounded more from nerves than exertion, the drop of cold sweat that trickled down the nape of his neck not from the forcibly steady walk across the gymnasium.
Visions of azure pools swum through his mind's eye, hedged with ringlets of bleached copper stardust.
Rune looked around, but Tintlett was no longer visible.
He had lost her gaze during his journey, the mass of bodies obstructing his view. Now searching for that moonlit ocean blue once again, he frantically looked over the bleachers, and found them to be, to his dismay, completely deserted.
Feeling the familiar chill wash over him once more, he forced himself to remain upright, to resist sinking to his knees in defeat.
To maintain some shred of dignity.
Not that he needed it anymore.
He'd arrived too slowly. He'd started too late. She was gone. Off dancing the night away with another suitor, a luckier, more deserving man. Someone who hadn't waited until the last minute; who'd had the nerve to speak to her, to ask her.
Escrew dignity.
His knees gave way, lower body crumpling beneath him. The wooden floorboards were solid beneath his falling weight.
If Rune had expected faces to turn and stare at him with a mixture of sympathy, embarrassment, and confusion, he was disappointed. The figures around him were spellbound in their own maze of emotions, with no need to add his to their heavy load. Strangely alone in a crowd, Rune felt a rising tide of pathos and guilt threaten to drag him asunder.
The tainted light reflected in their eyes surrounded him in an eerie incasing, highlighting his whereabouts.
Footsteps echoed across the glazed floor, ringing unnaturally loud. A dim gray shadow fell across his body, a shimmering shield warding off the outer world.
He felt the student above him waver, debating whether or not to bend down beside him.
One of my friends, he ruefully noted, Come to offer me their pity.
He stayed still, waiting for their concerned voice to break the thinning air, or for their footsteps to thankfully retreat, leaving him to gather his pride in grateful privacy.
And it was with a start that he heard a soft female voice speak into the heightened silence.
"Rune?"
Blue irises widened in shock, and he slowly tore his gaze from burning a hole in the sweat-slick floor to stare up at the figure above him.
Tintlett gave a warm smile.
She extended a smooth hand, offering help in rising to his feet, and he took it, clasping it firmly as if making sure it wasn't a mirage.
He slowly stood, eyes taking in the slim distance between them, noting the soft flush on her cheeks.
Heart beating uncertainly, Rune searched his suddenly locked lexicon for the proper words to say. This was an unexpected situation, and he wasn't sure how to react.
He was saved from speaking, however, by her interrupting his frantic inner monologue for the second time in as many minutes.
Teal eyes latched onto his own lighter versions, the rose coloring filling her face in further.
And something happened that Rune was not expecting.
Tintlett took a half step towards him, bending her knees in a half curtsy. One of her hands still held his and the other drew an imaginary skirt off the floor, pulling it away from the mixture of celestial shine and radioactive neon glow that saturated the room.
"May I have this dance?"
She spoke in a voice reminiscent of towers and dragons and castles, all torn out of the painted pages of a child's picture book. A voice carrying the weight of uncounted prior dreams and secret fantasies. Of a hopeful and star-wished love.
The words were simple, the phrase much overused. Their meaning, however, was not lost upon the quiet night.
And the music continued to play, the swirling bodies around them continuing to dance through stained glass. Overly romantic strands of sap-drenched lyrics wafted through the gymnasium, a mechanical blood red tint alighting upon many of their dreamy faces.
And hidden among all this jumble of smooth color and movement were two young students, surrounded by a pure silver glow and lost in a faerie tale fantasy.
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Ohhh, yeah, no one saw that coming... :shifty eyes:
And all I can say is... Go Tintlett. n-n
...And Rune, too, I suppose... :shrugs:
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Hououza: Technically they are on the dance floor, too! :takes good luck gratefully: Exam week... I think I'll need this.
Peophin-chan: n-n Off topic is always good. Oh, yeah, it is. Actually, Cernozura's book-bit in #13 was bloody irritating, but besides that it's really fun. :needs a life: Thanks! And more RxC is coming in two chapters.
Capella: I was wondering if anyone would catch the tie in... You catch the Book 5 references to boats and storms, too? Lol on the bit about Dark Cesia. I read the books out loud to my mom(:sweatdrop:), and I had so much fun doing Lim Kaana's lines from Book 17. I mean, that was a real change for me, because I -never- do things like that in real life. :does not crush on upperclassmen, rock stars, steadily dating people, etc: Oh, and I've been meaning to say this for a while... Okay, from a RuxTint fan's perceptive, that whole deal with Lim? Crappy. But, on the bright side, Rune DID call Tintlett his soul mate. :loves Rune for that:
Kat Ho: This "longer" for you? It wasn't so much a roll as a planned attack... :shifty eyes:
Harbinger Loki: I crack up every time I see your reference to Kitchel as a "nanny goat"... xDD Well, the attack is over, sadly. But... I'm thinking of doing it again next year, and in the mean time I've printed out both chapters of your story and am currently trying to deck out my Gaia aviator totally in green and gold. :is a freak: Plus, I was thinking of fixing up and adding on the original ending chapter for GMG as a flashback-thing... And maybe starting work on a second chapter to "Snow", only with Kitchel(And Delte, and Pyore, and Master, of course.) and taking place during the same time and going up to the spot where the original chapter ended. I've got a couple other ideas, too, but they either connect to some of my other current fics(Spanish class: A gold mine for Thatchel ideas.), or are still so vague that it's pointless to try and explain them. Remind me, though, and I'll be sure to have another Merry Thatchel Christmas party via !
Charna: Lol. Thanks. It's nice to wake up late. I woke up at one today, and that was only because I was forced to.
Lisasa: Awesomely! That's a... Really awesome word!! Aaah... Remind me... I've got your Christmas pressy... I just keep forgetting to give it to you. ;-;
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Mm!! Question!
Exams this week... Math exam... Math equals bad... Which DK(Or, for that matter, LOTR or G-Wing...) character knows math and is good at it? Pyore seems to know a fair amount, same with Hilde, but they only help if I make them a shrine on every freaking page, and that takes a while since they are picky and the shrine has to actually look nice. Alfeegi would probably be good, but I've never tested him before, and would like to know if he actually knows his stuff before taking him into a test. Rune and Tintlett also appear to be okay, but only okay, and I'd prefer someone really GREAT... Any help?
(And before anyone suggests these characters... I have learned the hard way that Thats, Kitchel, Duo, and especially RATH rather SUCK at math. Actually, only Rath sucks. The others just aren't very good.)
So... Suggestions?