Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed.
Summary: Love is never easy. And war makes everything harder. But taking someone else's place makes it even more complicated. Part 1 of 5 drabble; dedicated to the women of GS/D, those we love and love to hate. References to GS phase 42,ifI remember correctly.
Cagalli: Hoping
Cagalli regards him at the corner of her eye, thankful for his company.
In a span of one day, she lost a father and gained a brother, lost her home and gained a title. She is trapped in a body of child but with a burden of an adult.
It was to summarize it: an overwhelming day for a sixteen-year old girl.
Nurtured in a life of wealth and politics, Cagalli knows quite well the direness of the situation at hand, and she is in all respects been prepared all her young life to handle such situations.
But it would be lie if she denied the fears swallowing her thoughts, because now a fate of a nation also rested in her hands, along with her own.
Green eyes stare right back at hers, making her realize that she had been appraising him too long—lost in her thoughts. She quickly looks away and tries to fan down her flaming cheeks.
Her amber eyes rest on her newly found brother, floating across from them. She watches as a beautiful girl, her own age, wraps her arms around his shoulder, so protectively. She cannot stop her curiosity, as her eyes dart back to the companion at her side, eager for his reaction.
He tilts his head questioningly at her; the gleam of the Haumea necklace around his neck catches her eye. And for that moment, her heart skips giddily against her chest.
A casual smile tilts her lips as she gestures to the direction of the pink-haired songstress and her twin. "Shouldn't you be worried?" She tries to sound as nonchalant as she possibly can, letting the words slide smoothly from her mouth. "Isn't she your fiancée?"
She notices the slight regret marring his features, and her stomach queasily sinks in. But hope is something that Cagalli has never lacked of. And so she waits for his response, weighing his words, one after the other. "It was an arranged marriage..." He trails off, eyes fleet away before settling back to hers, half a smile hangs at the corner of his mouth. "I was stupid." He shrugs.
Cagalli looks away, hiding a small smile behind the curtain of her hair. She weighs his words in her heart and knows that there is hope.
Because she has been nurtured in a life of wealth and politics.
And she knows how to take things in stride.
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