lovely_dagger (lovely_dagger) wrote in ff_rp_scenes,


Place: Alexandria Living Quarters.
Character: Garnet.
Reply: Zidane.
Rating: Low...I think. @_@;

The young girl ran at full speed through the castle hallways, sharply turning past corners, bracing herself against walls if she happened to be going too fast to stop before she twisted down another foyer. Though the long ends of ebony were clasped within a light silver clasp, it still sailed up behind her in her hurry. The calls of "Wait!" and "Your highness!" and any other hail to stop her for her audience and attention were dismissed with an apologetic glance back or none at all. The moment that she had heard that Zidane was returned to the castle in a state quite unlike the one he had left in, Dagger was scared. Or maybe not so scared as worried, it was hard to distinguish. Especially when she knew she shouldn't have been doing either. They had taken care of him and he was only resting, after all.

When she finally skidded to a stop outside the door to his usual room, she leaned heavily against it, hands taking the knob and opening it slowly to draw a thin line of light across the cream rug. In the warm, yellow, glow of the room's light, Dagger breathed a quiet sigh of relief as she saw his form resting within the soft folds of the dark azure blanket. She walked up and sat at the bedside, sinking slightly into the soft mattress as she leaned slightly over him to brush the pale locks of gold from his face. They had taken care of most of his external wounds, reviving his body to proper form and function, but he still seemed slightly battered from all that he had endured.

Whispering a quiet song of Cura, soft, white, winds flowed into him, carrying their power with them. He was all right. She knew, then, that she should have left and allowed him to rest. But at least for a little while, she wanted to stay and watch him breathe in sweet repose. He looked so innocent and meek when he wasn't skirt chasing and talking, and before she knew it, she was singing. Humming that melody, quietly, just above a whisper.
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(OOC: Sorry for the delay, I just now got around to looking around to see what kind of interaction Ziddy took part in while I was away. I believe he was taken to Alexandria Castle by a Pluto Knight correct?)

Tossing and turning in his bed, Zidane was slowly regaining consciousness. In his dreams, he could hear a soft, familiar melody He let out a few more groans before finally acting like his old self.

"Ooh... soft."

Zidane then raised his right arm and placed it gently on something warm, yet soft. Feeling something so familiar on his hand was more than enough to wake him up. He opened his eyes and blinked a bit before letting out a big yawn. Stretching his other arm a bit and saw that it was Garnet that was with him all this time.

"Yo, what's up?"

Even when he didn't realize what had happened or how hard Garnet was going to slap him, he remained just as calm and casual as always.
An attentive awareness took hold of the drowsy atmosphere the moment Dagger sensed his stirring. She leaned slightly closer, a hand coming up to tuck the stray strands of ebony that shifted over her shoulder as she tilted an ear to hear. What he had to tell her was something that she should have been expecting, but had not actually prepared herself for.

The answer to Zidane's question upon awakening was a moment of silence, and then a sharp clap of sound resulting from the punishment she delivered unto him. Backing away, the queen was crossing her arms protectively in front of her chest, blushing crimson from embarrassment and anger. Along with the guilt that he had been injured and she may have only added to the pain. But no matter how wounded or maimed, there was really no excuse. She got up from the bed, opening the door to the room before coming back to sit at the edge of his bed this time.

"I'm glad to see that you're feeling better," she told him truthfully, trying her best to dismiss his first greeting by averting her gaze to the window and its image of picturesque destruction recently passed.
Voices could be heard outside the door.

"She looks busy."

"Tot did ask us to hand-deliver this."

"Yes, but she's probably beating the snot out of him. I didn't think he was the kind who liked pain."

"From what you've described him as, I think he accepts it as part of the job. Edgar had the same sort of attitude towards it. They both sound like playboys to me."

Mog and Stiltzkin arrived at the doorway, both stoppnig the banter in favor of at least appearing to care that they were in the presence of the people they were talking about. Stilzkin had an envelope in his hands.

"Sorry to intrude, Dagger," Mog elbowed Stiltzkin ever so slightly, causing him to wheeze a bit, "Queen Garnet, but Doctor Tot asked us to deliver this to you personally without delay. It's a report of his analysis on the mognifiers. The data here may be useful in figuring out how they work, and whether we can use them against those who gave them to us."

OOC: Seygora and Alcarin are still alive, aren't they?