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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2014 11:09:24 GMT -5
Perhaps it had been the clamoring children that has distracted her from her first instinct that things were going very, very wrong. She cut the oven off shortly after one of the children left, finding it odd that it was taking Zidane so odd to do his business. Not that she was an expert on that type of thing or anything; just the thought kind of flustered her, but now that one of the boys had run off--and oh, was that. Oh yes. That was shattering glass. She knew that sound very well. It was fairly often that, for whatever reason, the bakery was vandalized, or really, for any part of it to be destroyed completely. It was not as if the bakery was in a bad part of town, it was just that Antique probably had the worst luck of anyone she ever knew. She cringed inwardly, knowing it was going to be a costly fix, but in action, she grabbed a frying pan--the most solid and closest thing she could grab. It had served her many times when she was in a creative pinch.
She ran down the hallway, children tailing behind her, even though she had asked them to stay put.
Children were not going to do that, of course.
Clutching the frying pan close to her, she stopped dead in her tracks to see what had happened. Her eyes widening, she had appeared just as another child had lost his Heart to the darkness. Her eyes drifting to Zidane, whose blades were clattered on the ground next to her, her mouth opened, a silent cry, feeling as if it had been her own heart that had been taken. There was a heaviness in her chest that she felt every time something like this happened; it was true that things like this happened often, but every time someone was lost, it hurt her dearly, knowing that she could not do anything--that she was...useless.
The inside of the bakery howled with darkness and she stood there, gathering the children behind her, the wind blowing through her hair. The Heartless grew from the ground, and, wiping her eyes, she stared it down, though her heart beat wildly within her chest. Fear. She was scared. Very scared. It felt as if her heart was going to leap out of her chest. But oddly enough, she was more afraid for Zidane and the children. Clutching the frying pan to her chest as if to slow down her beating heart. Her hands clenched, and when it made another move, she did as well, stepping in front of her friends.
"I won't...I won't let you hurt them anymore...!" The blow only seemed to tick the Heartless off more
A quick lashing out as if to grab her, and, strangely enough, Antique was able to move off the grab with the frying pan itself. Her eyes widened. She was surprised she was able to do it herself. The blow only seemed to tick the Heartless off more, and soon enough, another blow happened knowing the weapon out of her hand The frying pan clattered to the floor, and rolled close to Zidane. She gasped, and smiled to herself, sadly. How was she ever going to protect her dear friends? Holding her arms out wide, she waited for the next uncoming blow, keeping her eyes open, really, to protect her friends, even if it was the last thing she had to do.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2014 14:31:52 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
What kind of shitty luck was this?! Zidane was supposed to be the hero, instead he could barely lift his blade against these shadows. What the hell were they?! He had never experienced this kind of monster before. Maybe he relied too heavily on his blades, his wits, but he had nothing else. He had no magic that could stand against these high class mage types, so he had to find a way around it with his speed, tenacity and overall stamina. He had pushed to his feet too late. Antique arrived on the scene just in time to witness his failure. He was not embarrassed more so than he was utterly ashamed in himself. How could he call himself a hero?! But he was no hero… he was a rotten thief that stole bread and busted up girls bakeries because he was fool enough to taunt some weirdo with an Oedipus complex. What the hell kind of karma was this?! He was not one to believe in fate or cling to such arbitrary ideals that one day good things will come to good people, but what about Antique? She did not deserve to suffer this, nor did these kids. Feeling his anger peak the rogue shouted out.
Antique stood to shield the children from the shadows, but Zidane was having none of that. His body was surrounded by a bright light as fur soon replaced the clothing on his body, the magenta fur covering his form like a wild man’s armor. He took off running, grabbing his blades from the ground. It was a small space, but the agile rogue would easily find purchase against the walls and threw himself through the air. He came down in front of Antique and cut one of the Shadows twain. The rogue seems to have startled the twitchy beings, their heads and limbs more jittery than Morris on coffee. But their surprise did not hold long as they lunged to attack. The boy quickly jumped from one Shadow Heartless to another, taking them out. In Trance his body slowly stitched its injuries closes, and healed minor bruising and strengthened his resolve to destroy these monsters. But the rogue was only one man. As the Shadows were replaced by Neo-Shadows the children were targeted. The frightened children tried to run, making it only harder for the thief to keep an eye on each one.
“Big sis!!!” One of the youngers cried as the Neo Shadow had come in from the broken window and taken advantage of her separation from the flock.
“No!” Zidane shouted and drew runes along the air, sending out Free Energy to obliterate the Heartless in question.
But it was too late. Now only two remain.
More and more heartless swarmed the Bakery. Why was it targeted though? Why did Antique have to face such odds? It was because she had it here. Her bakery was the reason. The warm, comforting atmosphere was where many hearts found their home. The love she put into every cupcake, the joy and affection she baked into every pie drew the Heartless in, searching for hearts. Those that did not swarm after the children went groping around the baked goods. Trays were knocked over, the glass shields protecting the delicate pastries were smashed upon by wild shadow hands! From the horde the Invisible rose up behind Zidane, it’s blade raised high. The thief had his back to it as it appeared between him and Antique. With a deadly swing it cut the thief across his back, sending him forward. The rouge was busy dealing with the Neo Shadows, fighting them off the children, but it was no use. No matter how many he seemed to cut down, they just kept coming!
“Help!”
“Tiki!!”
And then there were none…
The Invisible hovered toward Zidane while he was on the ground. The rouge moved to jump to his feet, only to be cut down again and the Pureblood’s dark orbs sent toward the magenta furred thief. Zidane cursed and ran to the the end of the hall, the spheres following him. The orbs hit the ground and exploded forcibly. Zidane had run to keep it from hitting Antique, but that meant being unable to defend himself so he was sent right into a wall. Such a force of power in such a small space would have, even the thief, unable to react quick enough. The Pureblood turned to face Antique. This is what he hunted. Her heart. Her strong heart lured the largest of them all… His hand reached out for her….
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►TAGS: Antique~! ►NOTES: Heroes weren't always strong. ►SKILLS USED: Trance, Free Energy CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE; EDITED BY OUREX DRACO
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2014 10:55:10 GMT -5
Everything was happening much too quick; this was a nightmare scenario. This had to be. Sure, she had no qualms and didn't have this invincibility complex that most around her age did because she was greeted with death so often...but she did not imagine this was how she was going to meet her end. Her friends were dying around her; it was as if Death itself was hosting an intricate stage play just for her so he could close curtains on her. The panic and the sadness were nearly overwhelming; she was not her mother, she was powerless to do anything in a situation like this, quite frankly. But she was ready to die from them. She was ready to go for them. But things did not end up how she imagined; things were turned upside down and twisted and frankly it was not the pain she was worried about, but her heart ached, literally burst when the last of the children had their heart taken.
The hand from the invisible came to her and it felt as if all the strings that had connected her to this world had snapped all at once. She crumpled to her knees, despair like an ugly snake curling around her. She shut her eyes; if she was going to disappear, then she was going of her own. A tear escaped those bright red eyes, an apology slipping from her mouth a thousand times that she could not have done anything but if she had just been given a single chance, a single chance to be a hero in those faerie tales she would have stopped everything from happening and never let anyone get hurt ever again.
A breeze on her cheek--this was not how she imagined it. Her eyes snapped open. Was she...dead?
All around her, a green field of lilies, as far as her eyes could see. A blue crystal-like sky. She raised her hand to the sun and the clouds. A cool breeze brushed her cheeks, lily petals blowing softly in the wind, trailing to a large tree in the distance.
Is it true? Would you protect them? the wind asked. She twirled around, her dress white, a death dress, as if to follow the sound of the voice. She moved her lips, but no sound escaped, but joined the chorus of the wind. Yes, that's all I want to do! I'd protect them with my life!
She gazed down at her feet, lilies melting away and forming into the wings. The white wings and flying birds became gray and then finally black, surrounding her in darkness, a mirror presented before her. Antique pressed her hands against the glass, an unfamiliar person just on the other side of the mirror, staring back at her, floating in the darkness, just as she was. Below them, a circle of a stained glass mosaic of someone Antique did not know. She smiled nervously, uncertainly. The girl in the mirror spoke:
Is that what you wish? Will you be their light in the darkness?
If that's what I have to do, I'll do it!
The green haired girl in the mirror disappeared, revealing a gold key with a bell and a ribbon.
Your wish is small now, but fret now, it will grow as your heart grows. Take this key and unlock your heart, don't be afraid. You've been surrounded by light from the moment you were born; you will grow and nurture that light in yourself and others.
Antique reached out, her fingers sinking into the mirror and wrapped her hand around the hilt of the key. As soon as she grasped it, the bell came out of suspension and sang it's song, shattering the glass. The rules of gravity seemed to come into play again as she found herself falling, bringing the key to her chest and holding dearly, as if she would hold a small child, or a small, fluttering bird. She shut her eyes, the fall neither scary or crude, feeling the warmth from the key sinking into the rest of her, falling through the holes in the stained glass below. When she opened her eyes, she saw herself below, and Zidane, and the Invisible reaching out for her.
Don't be afraid...
A sense of relief flowed over her, like the waves of the ocean as she crashed into herself.
Droplets of light crawled over the cowering Antique's body, in her hand, the Keyblade rested, the red uniform flowing out in a dreamlike sequence, becoming the petals of a lily. She found her strength, suddenly, like a treasure she was meant to find, this strength bursting like a caged bird, blossoming into silver metal along her arms and legs and chest, petals of lily blossoming into the mourning dress she wore for those children. Her ruby eyes opened, the ethereal dress flowing, as she raised the key against the Invisible, pyres of tiny light glittering around her, shooting light in all directions.
Not today. Her heart was not going to be taken today.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2014 17:29:39 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zidane’s ears were ringing. As he lay there his mind was swirling with the horrid shouts and cries of a world he once knew. This world was being swallowed into the darkness and with it all he knew and loved. The nightmares seemed to always come true, though the actors that played the roles always differed from what his mind showed. It always started with him in a dark room. There was nothing there, no one around. Not a sound filtered through the empty space. Than fog would appear, crawling up from eh ground onto his knees. He always called out for them. The loneliness was too much, even if he knew. He knew these were dreams, but they never stayed dreams long. As he marched through the fog, which curled into twisted Mist, the shapes and shadows that hung at his sides would shift in shape and transform into horrifying, towering figures of monsters he had met with challenge through his travels. Behemoths, Yan and Zombie Dragons snarled and grabbed at the edges of his tail and vest. He ran and called out, fighting through these illusions. At the end he would see her. Calling her name, brought no response. When she turned around, she would fall. No matter how fast he ran, he could never reach her.
Faster and faster, yet he could never move fast enough.
It was always the same.
He body ached and his drive was smashed into the ground by the monstrous Heartless. Zidane stumbled to his feet, aching body completely disoriented from the blast. He looked up, the Invisible Heartless reaching for Antique. Zidane shouted out, his feet reacting before he could think on his actions. It was his nightmares all over again. No matter how fast he ran or how far he reached, he could never make it. The rogue staggered, his legs shaking from the sheer amount of damage taken from two direct strikes from Invisible’s ‘Ring of Fire’ attack. When he staggered down to his knees his hands hit the floor, palms flat. His eyes snapped toward his blades before he dove for them. He continued his running charge toward the heartless. Suddenly a bright light enveloped the area. Zidane pulled his arm over his eyes, shielding them from the sudden flash.
The Heartless floated back, its hand pulling away from Antique. The creature was not surprised, it had no state of consciousness to be, but at the sight of the blade in the baker’s hand it became ‘thrilled’, even ‘excited’. This was the strong heart it craved. This was the strong heart it wanted to take. At the summoning of the Keyblade though, many of the heartless that were in the shop were drawn toward the weapon capable of unlocking the heart. The heart hungry shadows swarmed! Zidane looked around, his blades in hand. The kids… They were gone, the kids. It was his fault. He was incapable of watching over Antique, the kids. He was weak. These shadows were dangerous, more so than he had originally understood. Was this what everyone was so afraid of? This loss, this pain.
“Bastards!!” Zidane shouted as the Neo Shadows and Shadows swarmed the hall. “Antique!” Zidane tried to run to her side and take the attention of the larger Heartless, but the smaller ones seemed to come to his aide, all hungry, summoned by the call of the blade.
The magenta furred thief fought off the smaller beasts, the Invisible turning to face Antique. It brandished its blade, raising it to strike the young Keyblade wielder.
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►TAGS: Antique~! ►NOTES: I don't want you to fall! ►SKILLS USED: Trance (active) CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE; EDITED BY OUREX DRACO
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2014 16:18:49 GMT -5
You have to smile for your ♥! For once in her life, she felt strong. Not go-to-the-gym-and-lift-weights kind of strong, but emotionally strong. Spiritually strong. The lily-dress floated beneath her with invisible ocean waves; light shot beams of tunnels in every which direction. She was aware that Zidane was hurt; she was aware that the Invisible had momentarily pulled back; she was aware there were even more Heartless inside of her bakery than had originally started.
I can do this.
With the key, the Invisible once again approached her. She lifted those brilliant ruby eyes from the ground to face the monster for the first time, with rebuilt resolve…this time, not with fear. From now on, she was going to protect the people that she cared about…no longer was she just going to sit by and cower while everyone else fought these battles. The hand came closer and closer to her while the Heartless swarmed like angry insects. She glared at the creature head-on; and just as that giant black hand was about to wrap itself around that armored body, she seemed to disappear. Only to reappear even closer to the monster, but past its hand. The key pointed toward the body, the tip glowing with light.
“U-unlock!”
She thrusted the key into the “flesh” of the creature, and with a determined grunt, twisted it. The creature paused for a moment before light seemed to travel through it’s outline; and broke into shattered pieces of glass of light. Antique had to cover her eyes while she did so—she was not sure what was going to happen. The mere shock of the creature dissipating knocked her back into the wall, the air getting knocked out of her.
The armor and the dress disappeared into droplets of light as well, leaving her with only the key. With the Invisible gone, the other Heartless seemed to retreat.
“I…I did it…” she said, almost with a sense of disbelief. The light within the bakery seemed to flicker back on, but the world around her faded into darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2014 1:38:33 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
The rouge slashed the glowing, magenta hued bales through the shadows. His Trance increased his strength and speed, naturally, but the twitching, twisting shadows proved to be difficult targets. His body twisted, tail dancing around his form like a ribbon. He would manage to avoid the majority of the Shadow's slashing claws, but not all. They were not as quick as the thief, but they had numbers. The rouge would finally cut through the shadows as the Invisible turned for the despairing Antique. But Zidane was too late. The Invisible had reached his friend before he could stop it. His fur covered hand reached out, digits still tightly wrapped around the hilts of his blades, his fight remaining unabandoned.
A bright light suddenly filled the darkness that had fully swallowed the quiet bakery that was nestled among the tall structures that encompassed the brilliant capital. The quaint building had be in me swarmed with unspeakable evil. In what was a silent and joyful night had turned into a nightmare filled with terrors. As quickly as the dark had arrived to destroy the girl's peaceful haven, so had it been vanquished by the power of light that slept within the ancient weapon. The light in the keyblade threatened the very presence of the Heartless and, in a feral bout of instincts, they were driven to put an end to the one heart that could end them, but could feed them. But the newly appointed Keyblader was having none of that!
The Invisible was obliterated by a twist of the girl's wrist. It was magical the way her attire changed to focus her new powers. Zidane was shocked, not only by the Heartless' sudden disappearance, but his friends gain of power. At first he beloved she had fallen into a Trance. The poor girl had suffered the sight of the Heartless taking the young ones. Her rage and sorrow could certainly be at their limits, but this was no Trance. The focus, the power, was clearly different. The silence continued to filled the space between them. It was not until after she breathes out a sigh of relief and words of confidence, did the lights blink back on. Zidane allowed his arms to fall to his sides.
Even though the lights had returned, there was still a chilling emptiness between them. The laughter the children carried were nothing but memories now. The Heartless had got what they want. Antique had found her strength and Zidane gained his answers not the danger of the Heartless with devastating results. Zidane parted his mouth, but no words came. His heart was consumed with pain. He had failed in his role as a hero. Had his travels put a burden on his training? Had he failed in strengthening his powers and sharpening his skills? These Heartless were far more horrifying than he had convinced himself. Whatever was kind, maybe even gentle. He had thought, perhaps he was not special. But many Heartless were nothing more than -- mindless puppets. It had struck his heart with a painful feeling that wrapped his guilt in a nice bow.
His grip on the Mage Masher's hilts weakened, which caused them to clatter to the ground. Zidane's blue eyes stared into the claret ones of his companion. Even though it did not seem so, due to their size differences, Zidane was much older than the young girl. He has seen war and watched as man, woman and child fell to the twisted devices of the calculated destruction of tyrants of selfish control. But Heartless were not calculated weapons of destruction. They were wild, feral beings that had no predictably. Antique did not deserve this. Even though she stood strong and faced her opponents, he felt he should have protected her. What kind of hero couldn't protect the princess from the dragon's destruction. Zidane had finally allowed his Trance to slip from his grasp, his heart sinking into his belly.
The older male approached the young Keyblader, a small girl who had suddenly gained so much responsibility… Zidane remembered how it was at that age, becoming an adult when you were still just a kid. He reached out and moved to pull her close, looking to squeeze her into a hug. He was no mother, or father figure. But he could be a big brother.
"I'm sorry." He was, for so many things. "You got pretty strong, but you can't look back any more." He did not know anything about the Keyblade, or its role against the Heartless.
But he did know that what Antique had just experienced would forever change her innocent view on the world. He wanted to tell her it was all okay, but who was he to tell such a cruel lie to his friend?
"Be strong. Don't forget to smile, even when you're sad."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2014 15:18:06 GMT -5
Don’t forget to smile~! Kira~! ♥! The lily dress disappeared, leaving her back into her red self-imposed uniform. She slumped to the ground, the adrenaline from earlier that had set her aglow seemed to have left her all at one point. Her vision was hazy and dark despite how bright it was in the bakery. She tried to wrap her head around the recent events; and as she tried to get her thoughts straight, she stared at the ground, her small hands pale as they grasped the keyblade to her side. Leaning her head back against the exposed brick (the lavender paint had long since been destroyed since it was near the “doorway” where the Heartless had come in), she shut her eyes, her chest rapidly raising up and down. That adrendaline leaving felt like all life had been sucked out of her; and it was not that great of a feeling. Now that it was gone, all the thoughts that she had earlier…
Tears welled up in her eyes and fell down freely; now that the light was gone, everything just came out freely. She let go of the keyblade, the thing that had been her salvation, but also the thing that came to her much too late to save the children. The keyblade clinked to the ground and exploded into light.
“I won’t let anyone be hurt ever again…” she said as she lifted her small hands to her eyes. It was not as if she were talking to anyone in particular, but she was confirming things for herself. Making a promise. She’d never let someone she knew ever get hurt again. She’d never have to make someone sad because she could not protect someone that they loved. She would not let anyone else’s heart get taken into the darkness because she did not know how to protect them.
She sucked in air and lifted her eyes to Zidane as he pulled her into his arms. She felt more tears threatening to be spilled; growing up she knew that if she was coddled she was free to cry more. Which was why though, despite how friendly and nice she was, she was never really not one to hug. Her mother had always told her to be strong, and that if you were crying, someone else had to be strong for you. Strength had to be used to fight the darkness. Not coddle little crying girls
"Be strong. Don't forget to smile, even when you're sad."
Those ruby eyes that seemed to glow with light from within, even though she was sad, looked up to him. She lifted one of her hands and wiped the tears from one side of her cheek. She forced herself to smile, even though she hiccupped from the despair she just experienced.
“I’m sorry, I’ll smile…but right now, I just can’t stop crying…!”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2014 13:54:02 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
The rogue never saw anything wrong with crying. In fact he often encouraged others to express their feelings if they needed to. The boy himself had expressed himself from time to time. He was known, by his own gang, to have thrown tantrums and weep his heart out when he became despaired, but it was very rare for the hyper bandit to lose his spirits to such an extent. He had only done so when he was younger and the frustration of being helpless was overwhelming. But that was why he always believed in becoming stronger. When you were strong, no one could push you around. You needn’t collapse beneath the burden of change when you could carry it on your shoulders using the power you’ve earned. Crying was sometimes just as important as growing angry or sad. Maybe it was this feeling that allowed humans to be human. This compassion they were capable of showing was the purest form of emotion, but some had a cruelty that far exceeded that of a devil at times.
He moved to brush his gloved hand over the girl’s back. The gloved hand moved up to brush down her ruffled hair, the green moss top as soft as it looked. She had been through so much in one night. It was hardly fair that a kind girl like her had to see such suffering. But it was life, was it not? Perhaps it was the worst part of life. These were the things, perhaps much worse things, he had come to witness by this age. There was difficulty finding words to comfort a situation he could not daily relate to. A guy had to be tough and fight through his trials, but how was it any different from a girl? He may have had a chivalrous duty to protect her and fight for her, but a woman's emotional dedication toward a child's well being seemed so far different than what he knew. He was raised by a man after all. Antique had done and said things toward children he had only ever seen Ruby act upon.
But he had to try, right?
“Listen Antique.” The rogue pushed her shoulders back so she could look to him. “I’m here.” He firmly stated. “My shoulder is always free if you need to cry, so cry as much as you need to, that why you won’t need to later.” Sure it sounded like he was flirting, those playful words he once told Dagger…
But he meant them. A friend was always there to support you no matter what decisions you made. They stood by you in your times of hardship and times of good. He had no reason to tell her not to be sad, or to not cry, because her pain was for her alone to overcome. The thief had gripped her shoulders firmly, his brows knitted as he looked down at her face. He smile was weak, at best, but the heart behind it was strong. He did not want to cause her to worry or tell her that sometimes everything seemed to get worse before it ever got better. He wanted to give her hope.
“I believe in you and know you can overcome this. Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart”.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 14:34:07 GMT -5
Keep Calm And Eat A Cupcake ♥! The warmth and light slowly returned to the bakery, as if nothing had been wrong with it to begin with. From where they were, one could even smell the scent of bread being cooked. It was as if when the Heartless had appeared, everything pleasant had been absorbed into the void, only to return when they had been destroyed. Like everything warm and good could exist when it was not devoured by darkness. Everything seemed to go back to normal...well, except for the gaping hole in the wall where the monsters had come in.
Through sobs, Antique had somehow managed to smile. She was not going to lie if asked; what had just happened hurt her a good deal. Not physically, but mentally and spiritually. And it made her tired; lord, did it make her tired. The despair that now seemed to hit her after the fact like a giant boulder was incredibly heavy. Being as new to this as she was--a reluctant kind of hero, the burden was just entirely way too much. She smiled, because she was glad that Zidane was there offering his support. It was enough to bring her to tears, even though she was already there.
"T-thank you..." she whispered quietly as he held her.
Tiredness washed over her, the weight being too much for her to handle for today. Smiling, with tears running down her flushed cheeks, the girl fell asleep. Hopefully, to good dreams.
[Antique has exited the thread.]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2014 12:44:58 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Felt town between letting her believe all those fairy tale endings and giving her the truth she deserved. Zidane was one who, personally, believed that nothing came without concerted effort. Especially dreams. He was a bit of a cynic when it came to things like that. Maybe that was why he still worked on the stage with his brothers. A little part of him felt like he was keeping a dream alive. Fighting for them when others would begin to lose faith. The dreams that were revived on the stage were of countless number, in his experience. Seeing the eyes of both adult and child light up at the scenes of heroism and bravery! It was enough to instill hope that maybe, just maybe: dreams would come true.
But maybe it was true when they said faith could move mountains. He wanted to believe this, for Antique, but was it true? Just thinking on it caused him to pull her more tightly into his embrace. It was than he felt the girl become heavier and she slipped against his hold. Acting quickly the rogue pulled her up, to keep the baker from slipping like wet dough, through his arms. She had fallen asleep... Poor thing was exhausted. Why wouldn't she be? The night had taken such a dramatic turn and she had become a new person... or maybe, just maybe, she was still the same, meek mage inside. She would have to grow stronger. Everyone had to, eventually. Childhood didn't last forever. And that was the cold truth. But he would continue to believe in his friend and have faith in her.
Zidane would carry the girl back he, letting her dream a while longer. Setting her atop her covers he would undo the white ribbon he had binding his ponytail. Laying the tie in her open palm he wrapped his warmer, glove covered hands around hers so she would close it over the white string.
"White suits you a bit better..." He softly murmured. "Don't give up. I have faith you can move mountains with your smile alone." With that, the rogue fled into the night.
Hr had to get stronger too.
Zidane has Left the Thread
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►TAGS: N/A ►NOTES: Fight on! ►SKILLS USED: N/A CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE; EDITED BY OUREX DRACO
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