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Tiamat
Aug 10, 2007 16:15:22 GMT -5
Post by Xenos on Aug 10, 2007 16:15:22 GMT -5
Soaring at incredible heights, Tiamat beat her wings. The gusts of wind sent flurries of air behind her, whirlwinds that picked up any bird able to fly so high and send it spiralling out of control.
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Tiamat
Aug 10, 2007 16:21:01 GMT -5
Post by Xenos on Aug 10, 2007 16:21:01 GMT -5
Xenos could see between the white clouds ocasionally, the ocean licking upwards as always. Sometimes black and sometimes blue, it would churn far below. He could feel Squall's weight behind him, holding on tightly so as not to get caught up in the speed that Tiamat flew. "Bevelle...." he murmured. "I wonder...." The woman tapping into the hymn.... The Summoner couldn't be there, could she? Surely her blonde companion would have been able to feel her by now. "I could always feel her...."
His attention was grabbed by a shape breaking through the clouds. He smiled. "Tiamat," he called over the wind. "Take me to the girl. Take me to the sorceress."
The great dragon let out a roar in reply and slowed her wing beats.
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Tiamat
May 20, 2008 12:23:19 GMT -5
Post by Xenos on May 20, 2008 12:23:19 GMT -5
<<Bevelle Temple
Xenos felt the world shift underneath him as Tiamat launched herself into the air. The wind was cold on his face and it sent a welcome shiver down his spine. The heat of battle and the numbness of his adrenaline had pushed him to that extreme need for action that he had so often been able to follow without heed to the repercussions. Now he had to think.
Since he had left Her, he always had to think.
Rash actions-- diving off of Tiamat's back in Junon, raiding into cities and corrupting the minds of the people, stealing away the one chance to save this world.... These things would inevitably be his downfall. All the plans he made for the good were dashed against the ground and he got caught up in the moment where rash actions were the only actions there were to choose from.
The Sinspawn had separated Aerith from that man... the cold sorcerer who Xenos had seen try to capture the sorceress with his charm and with his smile. Maybe he, like Xenos, thought he was doing the right thing.... but in the end, their feud over the woman had ended up wounding her. Twice he had pulled the woman into his immediate danger and twice she had unblinkingly taken the damage.
Xenos could feel her weight at his back, just her thighs weakly holding on while she rested against Squall.
This was what had to happen.
She had to have a knight or else Her tragedy would only become worse.
The Legend of the Sorceress wasn't over. Xenos' story wasn't complete and, it seemed, neither was Squall's. The irony tasted metallic in his mouth, like the residue of radioactivity... like the corruption of the Salt Lake. To get what was necessary, he had to have Squall. He had to walk hand-in-hand with the root of SeeD's hypocrisy. He had to link to Aerith like Xenos, himself had to....
To the woman he's abandoned and lost in the end.
Anymore, Xenos didn't know who he blamed more for Her death: Squall or himself.
Tiamat soared around the Lunar Cry, the evidence of Aerith's handiwork was apparent even from afar: a hole cut right through the centre of the beasts, their own terminal velocity kept the beasts from closing the gap and they had been in the calm created by her amazing surge of energy. The dragon used the lap to correct her trajectory and soon they were high in the air soaring towards Jidoor.
Jidoor.... that segregated city that so reminded him of Esthar.
How much more could they be betrayed?
Could nothing Acel say change their mind? He heard himself ask. There was the hurt and guilt in his voice. There was the naivety. There was the belief that nothing could get any worse. They won't even help one of their own. He could almost see Caoilainn frown again. It hadn't fit her. She was normally so lively and out to fight, but things had gotten to bad that she simply couldn't hold back her own stress. Xenos squeezed his eyes shut. What he wouldn't give to see them all again-- Acel, Caoilainn, Cid, Julian... Ultimecia.
He violently pushed the thoughts away and rubbed at the wetness in his eyes. Memories wouldn't get him anywhere now. Xenos half-heartedly scanned the horizon. Jidoor would appear soon-- just a tiny dot against the green ground. Before he could look too hard, Tiamat pushed through the cloud cover to avoid the approaching thunderstorm. The ground disappeared and all he could see was the play of lightning amongst the clouds. An eternity ago, Xenos would have been intimidated by this power, but.... the damned had shown him true power. The sorceresses had borne through all the pain and discrimination to emerge strong and beautiful.
He wouldn't fail another one.
"How are you doing, Aerith?" He asked as softly as he could, but loud enough for her to hear him. Xenos reached for her hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. "We'll get you somewhere safe, alright?" He managed to look over his shoulder and gave her a worried, hopeful smile. "You saved us back there. I won't forget that." He nodded more to himself than to the woman.
"I promise."
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Tiamat
Jun 21, 2008 13:36:52 GMT -5
Post by Xenos on Jun 21, 2008 13:36:52 GMT -5
((AERITH IT'S YOUR POST.))
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Tiamat
Jul 4, 2008 17:35:54 GMT -5
Post by andheavenburns on Jul 4, 2008 17:35:54 GMT -5
(OOC: :coughs: Surprise~? Hey is this allowed? I have no idea. It’s Aerith’s turn but… :points down: If it’s not allowed/not wanted/all wrong, then please, feel free to delete it, yes? :crawls off to hide: <3 )
Jidoor; a name that Squall probably should have recognised, but one he did not. Then again this world was comprised of about as many continents, peoples, beliefs and dangers that Squall recognised as he did not.
“So we’re heading there on a supposition,” he muttered to Xenos, leaning forward against the blast of wind to ensure he was heard.
A supposition. A theory. Not acceptable the SeeD in him declared. Squall ignored that particularly militant aspect of his personality because it had a tendency to be unmovable and a supposition was still better than nothing at all.
Only just.
But Aerith was still injured- which she reminded him of by way of her request. Squall blinked down at her and then ahead to Xenos… then past them both to the horizon line beyond.
How would you have me keep you awake? he thought darkly. The cold air was one way perhaps. One of Squall’s arms was around Aerith, though not to provide any measure of heat in the cooling temperatures, simply for support. It would be idiotic to get this far only to lose their healer now-
But she’s not ours. And I don’t know her.
And he did not know her. This established fact was one he had to remind himself of over and over, though it clashed with instinct which insisted that he did. It was not a new scenario for Squall. Guardian Forces always had been a double edged sword, their powers weighted by their price. But one willingly given, and so Squall wondered if this price had been willingly given too.
Or do I just not want to remember you that badly-
He had no idea. He was running on theory, which at least provided him with something of a distraction as the journey progressed. He would choose to view Aerith as a civilian who needed protection for the moment, until he knew otherwise. He would choose to see her as someone who had more power at her fingertips than the average civilian but who was by no means invincible either. The warmth of her body against him was testament to that. He would choose to keep an careful eye on Xenos who still hid more than he shared and who Squall realised he did not trust…
When did I stop listening to my instincts?
Orders were orders. To follow them was to set aside personal propaganda, to forgo sentimentality in lieu of rationality and the efficiency of combat. A good SeeD could deny his own humanity in following orders.
Squall had always been a good SeeD but-
His arm tightened around Aerith, just a fraction.
A good SeeD also knew when to stop following orders and start following his instincts.
His arm was moving idly up and down, gloved fingers curled around Aerith’s upper arm, a movement designed to give some measure of heat. Squall delegated part of his attention to his surroundings, a part of it to Xenos… and the rest to Aerith.
Keep you conscious. Sure. Want me to make small-talk?
She would be throwing herself from Tiamat if Squall attempted small talk. It was that painful to behold and he knew it.
“Hey, you still awake,” he murmured, dipping his head and trying to see Aerith’s face, just to be sure. He squinted a little, both because of the hair being blown into his eyes and because he could not quite see her face properly… Then Xenos was speaking and Squall glanced up. He straightening fully, ignoring the fact that his arm once again tightened around Aerith as the other man reached for her hand- Stormy grey eyes narrowed.
Hey. Keep an eye on where we’re going, if this thing hits turbulence-
“You like making promises, I think,” Squall said then, eyes on Xenos, gaze hard, unwavering. A guess. Another supposition. Xenos seemed to Squall as a man who had tried, tried and failed. And promises made, perhaps became promises broken, however unwillingly.
”How good are you at keeping your promises?”
Said with all the mercy of the cold Gunblade at his side.
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Tiamat
Jul 16, 2008 10:53:48 GMT -5
Post by Xenos on Jul 16, 2008 10:53:48 GMT -5
(( D: !!!! That's gonna strike a nerve for Xenos!!! DAMN!))
"How good are you at keeping your promises?"
Xenos felt a guilty maw open up in his chest-- a vast oubliette where the voices of those he'd failed cried out and he tightened his hold on Tiamat. He felt cold, but the man couldn't quite place if the chill was of fury or of grief. Fury at himself, perhaps? He didn't know and doubted if he'd ever find out. "I don't suppose you've ever failed, Squall." He bitterly laughed, "Have you ever made a promise to someone that you absolutely couldn't keep? Someone you loved?"
Xenos inhaled the cold air and let it mingle in his stomach. "When you make a promise like that, it's like a scar and every promise you make afterward becomes more and more important." Mismatched eyes watched cautiously as they dipped back down amidst the clouds. The electricity pulled at the hair on the back of his neck and he shivered. He could almost feel the salty water spray on his skin. That day, an infinity before, was just as real in him as it had been while he stood on that shore with the orphanage at his back.
"I would give my life to be able to follow through on my failure," Xenos admitted over his shoulder to the man behind him. "What sort of conviction do you have that keeps you going?"
It was the loss of the people he loved that kept him going-- kept him fighting. Whether everything he was doing was right or wrong made no difference. He just had to keep going for all of them. He lived for them and for their memories.
Tiamat peeked through the cloud cover and Jidoor was within easy eye-range. They would make it to safety soon and he'd be able to explain everything. He'd be able to let out this terrible truth he'd been living for so long. Aerith would have to understand that he was doing the right thing.
And this was as right and as ironic as Xenos could imagine.
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Tiamat
Jul 18, 2008 9:54:04 GMT -5
Post by andheavenburns on Jul 18, 2008 9:54:04 GMT -5
((OOC: Nerves are fun? And right, not sure if I should be tagging but I saw this so I am and it sucks because I’m in a rush out the door but I hope it’s okay. Yes. Feel free to delete if not! ))
The bitterness did not surprise Squall, but he thought it a careless slip on Xenos’ part. Not allowed right now. Maybe later, when the man was alone, when all their current problems were accounted for and ideally fixed. There was no place for bitterness now in Squall’s mind.
Inefficient.
Squall ignored the whisper that said Xenos was human like the rest of the world and not everyone could command bitterness to the back of their mind as well as Squall often could.
“Everybody fails,” he said softly. “But I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” Steely blue eyes looked over Xenos, unwaveringly. Calculating. Squall rarely made promises at all in fact. He was too aware of the possibility for failure and did not in general like to offer false assurance.
And those he did make-
Promises-
Don't you ever worry about or even think about the well-being of your comrades!?-- It’s all about love and friendship and courage!
Squall shook the strange voices out of his head. His eyes narrowed.
“Promises needed a purpose. Some SeeDs didn’t have a purpose,” he murmured softly. “Some SeeDs were a purpose.”
Squall had been one of them. He looked over what he could see to the expanse of sky. Limitless. Having a purpose was not what being a SeeD had been about to him, at least in the beginning. And there had been a simplicity to the state of being Squall could recall that he missed now and then. He understood that emotions could manifest like a battlefield as much as physical threat could; anger, humiliation and shame at failures permitted, a burning desire to be better and to never let failure happen again, and the bone deep sense of bitter pain that never quite pulled its claws from one’s soul once it latched to it.
Squall looked at Xenos and this was what he saw. A man caught in a battlefield that was partially of his own making and the storm inside him that did as much damage as the world outside.
Squall had been a ‘good SeeD’ precisely because he could detach. Whatever the cost to himself was negligible, simply a by-product of a job well done and so insignificant.
It had made things… easier. He glanced down, following Xenos’. Their altitude was changing. He could feel it in the air around them.
“Dying helps no one,” he said flatly. “Even dying for a cause.”
Martyrdom. What use are you dead? And what happens to your cause after? How do you see it through? You can’t- It becomes the biggest failure of all-
Squall was looking at Xenos again, watching the man, listening. Thinking. It was more than likely a rhetorical question. Xenos in general did not seem to want to hear what Squall had to say, at least unless it pertain to the immediate situation. Still.
His conviction?
“That people are worth protecting,” he told Xenos simply. His arms tightened briefly and unconsciously around Aerith. People. All people. Even strangers. Even the ones you really did not care for. That dying- letting them die- was simply not an option.
Therein lay Squall’s failure. And yes he was aware of it but when you failed you picked yourself up, held onto the regret and nothing else and you moved on. Guilt… If you let it pull you down, that weight, always dragging behind you, nagging at your consciousness and dogging your every step then one day you would fail simply because this weight was too much to carry. It would crush you.
“Regret has a function,” he told Xenos then, suddenly. "You feel it so you don’t repeat the mistake that caused it.”
Regret. Not guilt. Guilt was a different kind of beast. Guilt could change people. Squall could remember seeing it change people. Which was why he did not dwell on it. It would slow him up. Drag him down. And at present there was no time, for time wasting.
But even as he considered this he looked again at Xenos and wondered, how much had guilt changed the man…?
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Tiamat
Jul 20, 2008 1:41:36 GMT -5
Post by Aerith Gainsborough on Jul 20, 2008 1:41:36 GMT -5
With the two bodyguards speaking around her, Aerith had a lot of time to think. How long had it been since she'd last felt like herself? It was hard to think of when exactly she quit being just herself. Had it been days? Months? Decades or centuries? She missed her flower garden at home, her mother, even that plate floating hundreds of feet in the air. She never thought that Midgar's news, the pile of lies that it was, would be so missed. There were the nice MPs who bought her flowers, and the train with its familiar pattern of stops and turns. There was one rumble that would wake her from her daydream just before her stop. She missed the details of her life, the tiny parts that seemed so insignificant at the time were now part of a cherished tapestry of memory.
Those strong arms - a swordsman's arms - wrapped around her, and the deliberate heartbeat... a gloved hand rubbed her bare arms to fight off the cold. The cold! At once, Aerith broke out of the daydream that hovered dangerously near sleep, despite Squall's best attempts.
"When you make a promise like that, it's like a scar and every promise you make afterward becomes more and more important."
A promise...
How long ago had she made that promise... Which one was more important? She promised to protect the Planet and failed. Looking over the side of this dragon was proof of her failure. The man directing the dragon, the dragon itself, even the soldier keeping watch in his stoic manner... they all proved how horribly she'd failed in protecting the Planet. And she promised Cloud that she'd return. It didn't matter that this world had thrown them back together; she didn't make it back from the altar. Whatever happened between prayer and waking up back in Midgar, she didn't return of her own accord. Again, proof that she failed over and over again.
Tears flowed quietly over her cheeks - hot tears against her wind-chilled face.
“Dying helps no one, even dying for a cause.”
She felt hollow inside. Avalanche set their lives on the line because they believed that something needed to change, no matter the price. Biggs, Wedge, and Jessie... they all died for that change. It was in their memory that Barret continued, not Cloud's gentle leadership. Zack died, but his death was needless and at the hands of a madman. She, alone, carried his memory, and this she carried near her heart. His easy smile, his promise to protect her.
...when you make a promise like that...
She wanted to stop thinking and shut out the words.
She promised the people of Bevelle to save them from Sin. She promised to protect the Planet from Sephiroth and Meteor. She promised to return.
"People are worth protecting."
Squall's arm tightened around her shoulders as he spoke. Aerith reached up and laid a weak hand on his arm. Yes, that's exactly right.
...every promise you make afterward...
That weak hand found strength to tighten as Aerith found her determination once again. she hadn't failed, not yet. Until she died, her promises weren't broken. She wasn't finished. Moping around wasn't going to help anyone; not the Planet she swore to protect, not the friends she promised to return to, not herself.
It wasn't like her to run, even if it meant dieing. Even if she died, her memory would live on, a memory that would burn like a flame. Long ago, in that sleeping forest, she'd been that strong and it was time to find that person again.
((tl:dr Aerith squeezes Squall's arm. HAHA, I used a lot of words to do that, didn't I?))
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Tiamat
Jul 25, 2008 15:50:04 GMT -5
Post by Xenos on Jul 25, 2008 15:50:04 GMT -5
"I don't think you understand," Xenos admitted to Squall. "Just like anything else, the function of regret only works to a point. Though, you are right about people being worth protecting." The man waved away the conversation, "No single person can live and not effect the things around them. Even while standing still, a person is an influence on reality. Those who need a purpose and those who are the purpose feed off of one another in this way and so, either we destroy each other or help each other; it's inevitable. Then when you die-- even if you have no reason-- you don't stop changing the world. In fact, the change of leaving is a driving force in and of itself and it effects the Leaders or the people of Purpose in the world."
Xenos didn't really know why he was bothering with Squall when it would take years for the man to understand what he was talking about in full detail, but he just couldn't stop himself. "The SeeDs who died because of you and me prove that they are worth protecting. Because we fail, every day we strive to continue with that regret." He paused and felt the coldness in his stomach spread. "My debt increases every day we sit here and talk about this philosophy and don't take action."
Tiamat, the white SeeD called to the dragon beneath him, Make a landing outside of town and accompany us inside. We don't want to make any more commotion than we have to. He untied the knots to his mask with numb fingers and attached it to his face. These people would panic if they saw his scars. He'd have to redress after they landed.
"This world is falling apart and we have to take strides to fix it or else these people who need a purpose will never survive."
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Tiamat
Jul 29, 2008 14:19:30 GMT -5
Post by andheavenburns on Jul 29, 2008 14:19:30 GMT -5
(OOC: :coughs: Long tag is long. Ish. <3 Also I hope this posts. I’ve been trying and trying and keep getting a refresh page. ; )
“No.” Squall shook his head. “Regret works as well as the resolve behind it,” he corrected quietly.
But Squall could recognise dismissal when he heard one and Xenos despite his words was dismissing him. The subtext said it all and eyes that were neither blue nor grey but some quiet stormy hue in-between, narrowed momentarily. No. Not the place for an existential debate. To Squall there was never a place for existential debate, one just needed to shut up and get going, get doing because this pushed things into action and left no room for discussion or second thought. Most importantly, it produced results.
It was a proficient way to exist.
But he was sure that he being dismissed the way he had seen younger SeeD’s dismissed while at the Academy simply because their superiors believed they lack sufficient experience to support any sort of useful contribution. Squall himself had encountered this, many a time in fact.
And it seemed this had held true still amongst those who would consider themselves to be his superior And Squall could not help but think: not until you’ve proved it, not until you’ve earned it. Few individuals had done this in regards to Squall-
CidLaguna.
The dismissal did not sting. It would have been truer to say that it was vaguely irritating because Squall had entered his initial command ready to take every opinion into consideration –not necessarily action because to be fair, some of those opinions had been alarmingly, destructively naïve but if someone was not heard then there was little possibility they could help- and to understand that Xenos was so set in his own judgment as to dismiss someone else’s, another SeeDs… made Squall a tad more wary and a tad more distrustful than he had been towards the other man.
You won’t learn that way. Not anything. If you’re stuck on what you think you know of people or this place then- You won’t be able to fight efficiently- People won’t want to follow you- They need to want to follow you to do this- To beat this-
Squall turned his eyes on the dipping skyline – losing altitude, definitely- and pointedly not on Xenos. Or anything. Squall was in the end, a SeeD. A soldier, albeit of the mercenary persuasion, he knew when to think and when dwelling on larger matters was pointless. Right now, whether people affected the world or not did not matter to him. If they lacked momentum and it threw them in the face of danger, then yes, it often became his problem. Other than that… It was none of Squall’s business and frankly he did not want to know.
He would have remained silent on this but the squeeze to his arm prompted him into a quiet response.
“I leave the politics to the politicians and the existential debate to the philosophers,” he said, and it was a quiet semi-agreement with Xenos’ finishing words. “I’m a SeeD.”
Not the place for a debate. Not the time. Not until Xenos thought to get whatever chip he carried on his shoulder, off. Then maybe…
“The SeeD’s that died because of you and me were worth protecting before they died. The people we left back there to die were just as worthy of our protection,” he said and his voice was notably quiet.
We abandoned them. All of them. We took what we could and we ran and you can sugar-coat this all you like with talk of Purpose or call this a tactical retreat but in the end it does not change that we are here and they are not.
It was about acceptable loss. Probable gain.
“And you can’t protect someone who’s dead.”
And Squall could regret, but guilt could not be allowed to factor in this regret. Squall knew that the world was never as simple as black and white, but he also knew that to do what they did one needed to walk in measured, determined, unhesitant strides. He did not always know right from wrong because he believed there were opposing sides to a conflict and both could just as easily be as wrong as the other and that it depended on one’s perspective.
Where you stand makes all the difference-
But there were some basics that held true as innately ‘right’. Protecting people was innately right.
He dipped his head slightly, turned his eyes and attention onto Aerith then and strained to remain impassive. There was a small part of him that wanted to discard protocol and offer the woman some form of thank you even if it was as pointless as a verbal one. She was not a physical fighter, but it was obvious that she would be an efficient ally. ….And he had the feeling that she thought people were worth protecting too.
An instinct that clawed and demanded Squall pay attention now that the immediate battle was past.
You protected us. You didn’t have to-
Tactically, however, it was a sound choice. Protect the ones who might guard your back later- But she claimed to know him-
So he pulled the words from where they sat in his throat because she seemed awake and had told him to keep her awake and this was as close to small-talk as Squall got. ”I think he’s right. To an extent,” he told her, but kept his voice a slight undertone so that the wind would keep it from Xenos. “But I don’t trust him.” And Squall was being perfectly honest with Aerith in this; his words were quiet but measured.
“… I also think he wants to fix this so…”
So…
So the eventual outcome was important. So personal opinions should be set aside. So giving someone the chance should always be an option.
“So long as we can all work towards that…” He would keep working towards that but his gaze narrowed on the woman just a little. Quietly focused. “I don’t know if you were asked if you wanted to do this.” To help. Us. In this mess that is probably a combination of our failures and our inability to see what we did through. But. “You should have been.”
Choice, not merely a lack of alternative options was also important. Past simply what one-should-do-because-it-was-right.
“But I think we’re going to need all the help we can get,” he elaborated softly.
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Tiamat
Aug 9, 2008 10:50:00 GMT -5
Post by Xenos on Aug 9, 2008 10:50:00 GMT -5
Squall was right. Xenos knew it, but he didn't want the man to be right. He didn't want this man to be the knight in shining armour. It was necessary to put up with him, but this man had done the worst of all things trying to "protect". You couldn't protect everything, it was impossible. Some people caused the problems with the belief that they were doing something that would be better in the long run.
It was a difference in priority.
Listening to these idealist views made Xenos wonder if Squall had any idea what SeeD had become because of him. The only thing that seemed the same was the will to follow when none of your own thoughts made sense.... when in doubt, follow orders. Squall obviously didn't agree with anything Xenos said or believed, but he still followed. Xenos' Invitation couldn't change a person so much that they would discard their own beliefs to follow someone, but he wondered what it was that kept the SeeD there, despite his dislike of his commander.
Xenos frowned. It sounded like him when he was young: all ideals and no power. What was so different between them that Squall couldn't just shut up and obey? Xenos had wanted to make him suffer, but this union seemed to be doing the complete opposite! Suddenly it didn't make sense why Squall was there.
Knight. They needed a Knight to keep Aerith grounded and Squall was the only one. Separated from his own Sorceress, it could be potentially catastrophic.... but that was the long run. There had to have been another way, but Xenos couldn't do something so vengeful without some sort of self-sacrifice. It was inherently bad to tempt karma.
He couldn't sacrifice what he was trying to do to any extent.
Tiamat began to dive. The force of gravity had begun to pull the air from Xenos' lungs and he forced himself to breathe. "Brace yourself," he called back, more for Aerith than Squall. It seemed to last forever. They peeled out of the clouds into the rain with the electricity at their backs. The ground came closer by the second and it seemed they were careening down to their death. Xenos grit his teeth and sustained. His mask blocked the wind and rain from his eyes but was cold against his skin. His bare chest and back were pelted by raindrops like daggers in his skin.
There was a sudden jolt and they pulled out, slamming against Tiamat's back as she beat her wings to slow herself. The ground was feet away and, slowly, they neared it until the dragon's talons, then her feet rested against the wet grass.
Xenos quickly slid from Tiamat's back and retrieved his undershirt. He threw it on and deftly buttoned it up before sliding up to Squall and Aerith. He placed a hand on the woman's knee and nodded to her. "We'll get you taken care of and I'll explain everything." The smile his mask hid faded as he turned to the SeeD. "Try to slide her down, alright? I'll catch her and we'll find somewhere to stay," he said, not unkindly.
Squall wasn't who he thought he'd be and yet was exactly what he'd expected as a youth. These childish ideals were something he'd have to come to terms with for the time being.
Tiamat, when you can, follow us in-- inconspicuously, please.
>> Jidoor
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