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Invincible Moon
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@hartofbalamb // She would wake up to the sunlight trickling in through the opened curtains, and the smell of breakfast drawing closer, notes of fresh coffee and maple syrup. The bed would sag a little as he sat down on the edge, tray in hand, waiting for wakefulness to take its hold. On the bedside table were fresh flowers and a couple small parcels — one suspiciously book-shaped. “Happy Birthday,” he spoke softly, a small smile on his lips.
Splayed fingers stretch out across a spot of sunlight on the bed, smoothing out the fabric of slept in sheets and feeling the warm rays against her skin. Though lucky not to have been born in the dead of winter, the beginning of March was always too cold to do much of anything that didn’t involve warm clothes. Balamb, on the other hand, Rinoa aims to be dragging someone outside with her to sunbathe come midday.
It is her birthday, after all~
Rinoa had been awake for a while now, admiring the fresh coat of soft pink polish on her nails that she had painted the night before. For once, she did them perfect. Well-- almost perfect. Upon her inspection she realizes the glaring smudge on her middle nail that brings her brow to furrow and just as she rises up, Rinoa is hearing the familiar footsteps of her beloved drawing nearer---
Though it’s hardly a surprise when she was roused to the bouquet of fresh-cut floral notes, and fully awakened when the smell of coffee and toast finally trickled into the bedroom, she doesn’t want to ruin Squall’s moment. This was a grand gesture, by all accounts -- one that compells Rinoa to fall back into a resting position and opening her tired eyes right in time to feel the dip in the mattress-- a perfect chance to awaken from her sweet slumber...
The first thing she wants to do when she sits up and fully takes in this breakfast is throw her arms around Squall and smother him in kisses but that would pose a risk of spilling this spread that he’s clearly worked so hard on getting just right for her. It’s practical, but it holds a distinct touch that is uniquely ‘Squall.’
And looking up and seeing that sweet smile on his lips, Rinoa’s is positively beaming when she leans forward, reaching for the front of his shirt to bring him in for a sweet and simple kiss-- right on the nose.
She collects the juice, her silver bangle sliding down below her wrist as she brings the cup to her lips, that glint of playfulness bringing a sparkle to her eye-- “Oh, how His Highness has most certainly outdone himself this year...”
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Out of Stars // Taking a break~
I’m putting Rinoa on DISCORD ONLY for the time being so I can focus on getting my threads in order over on @misplacedheroics and @livelyfellow. Don’t worry though! I’ll be back, but I want to put Rinoa somewhere nice and cozy until I have muse to write for her again~
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Adelaide Kane
Photo : Natasha Wilson
Hair/ Makeup : Andy Calero
Gowns : Michelle Hébert
Jewellery : Legato Apparel
#fc; rinoa#fields? check#feathers? check#long cardigan? check#highlights in hair? check#gesturing with a hand up? check#trapped in time compression? check#confirmed:#adelaide kane = rinoa
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the more snow that you eat, the less snow that you shovel 🐶
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THIS IS EVIL. If you use New xKit or Session Box DO NOT TOUCH.
You will regret it and spend the better part of your evening wishing that you hadn’t, installing new browsers and screaming at the world.
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@hartofbalamb // He awoke with a warmth in his arms, the slender, curvaceous naked frame of Rinoa pressed against him like a puzzle piece. He was aware, too, of the soft breaths of another — Seifer asleep at the other edge of the king sized mattress, too far out of reach for the lazy morning urges that had him pressing soft drifting kisses down Rinoa’s neck. Images of the night before flashed in his memory and he pressed closer to her with a shiver and a low sigh at her shoulder.
It's almost too early to wake, but no greater feeling was this than to be awoken by the loving embrace of true, great love. And Rinoa was lucky to have two of those, one of which, opted to sleep practically miles away from this intertwined duo. Gentle kisses stir her to wake, her still body soon rolling and shifting, moving to lay more comfortable, seeking after Squall's warmth before settling back in. On mornings like these, Rinoa was so hard to wake up--
But this morning is different. Squall's kisses feel different. Same as the way those hands move along her body. Messy bed head covered her eyes until Rinoa pushed the dark tresses back, her head craning to peer over her shoulder in hopes to meet those beautiful blue eyes of her lover -- maybe greet him with a sweet kiss.
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hartofbalamb:
Squall felt a pang of guilt as the realization dawned on him. The years that had gone by. All the ways in which this had become Seifer’s home — even more than hers despite Squall’s connection to them both. The older male had a way of commanding, dominating everything he touched, even when he wasn’t present. Thoughts, senses, feelings… He’d had his own sordid past with Seifer, but nothing in comparison to the woman who stood before him, haunted by phantoms of possession.
“I can make you a bed on the couch,” he offered, wondering if that space smelled like him too. All the afternoons they’d sat on, laid on that couch together. So many experiences in so many corners of the small apartment; was there any escape for her?
“Or, if you’d rather go home, I’ll be fine,” he reassured her quietly, knowing it was unlikely that she’d take him up on that offer.
A beat passed between them before he unfolded his arms, reaching out for her cheek and stroking it gently with the backs of his fingers, brushing her hair behind her ear and tugging her toward him until he could lean down to kiss her safely without losing balance.
“I wish I could help you forget,” he spoke in a whisper against her lips, a genuine, remorseful weight to his breath.
But I haven’t figured out how to forget either…
“No,” she’s dismissive of this offer, shaking her head in added emphasis, but there’s a smile that’s creeping up on her lips, “Besides, I think I would start to miss him, then. The way Seifer smells, it... it’s so warm...”
But a trace scent would pale in comparison to the warmth presence of a hand on her cheek, and Rinoa quickly realizes that even if she did take the couch, she would soon begin to miss another. Squall’s touch, which she would lean into, would aid her motions to press against him, her eyes falling shut as she feels his lips on hers.
While this sweet moment gave way for such a soft and intimate kiss, as their lips moved against one another Rinoa would catch herself falling victim to distraction -- still plagued by those memories, her nightmares. The woman of red and her wicked, cheshire grin. The pain. The fear. The way her knees felt so weak back then, terrified as she heard bonds crack and splinter away--
'Help me forget,’ she wants to tell him, even in their kiss she tries, but Rinoa remains silent. She does break away, those brown eyes flashing an intimate look his way before turning so she could press her lips sweetly along his wrist, the palm of his hand.
She can think of one way to get Squall back in bed~
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@hartofbalamb | x
He was thirsty. His glass was empty, and the kitchenette was only a short walk away from his bedroom — give him this at least, Rinoa, he was so very tired of feeling utterly useless.
He leaned back on the kitchen counter, his crutch propped beside him, giving her a guilty but weary look. “I don’t,” he relented, knowing no reason would be good enough for his protectress; the guardian angel that had cared for him night and day since he’d been released from the hospital.
He lifted his glass of water to her in cheers, taking a drink and setting it down beside him. “I didn’t want to wake you up, you’ve been tossing and turning for the past few hours and finally settled down. Thought you might have dozed off,” he said, a small apology in his tone for presumably waking her.
“Wanna tell me what’s up?” he folded his arms over his chest, maintaining his lean and tilting his head.
He was thirsty, and Rinoa had been given strict orders to only let him out of bed to use the bathroom. He told her. He did. Seifer. Seifer said that he would be back in a couple of hours.
And here they were, hour six and still no sign of him. Rinoa had a reason to be worried. Squall was supposed to be kept in the dark with the promise that Seifer would explain everything when he got back. But all of this-- even if Rinoa told Squall this truth, it would still only be a half-truth because--
“It... smells like him.” Rinoa leans against the counter, her eyes down at her feet. “His side of the bed, I can’t-- I can’t breathe without smelling him. And when I smell him, I can’t stop thinking about him... so when I do fall asleep I--”
Dream of him. His smell. His hand at the nape of her neck. Remembering the fear. Remembering her.
Rinoa looks at Squall and a hand immediately raises to grasp the rings joined with the silver chain around her neck. “I’m... just remembering... a lot of memories I wish I could forget.”
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I wanted to give everyone a heads up that I’m taking a day and recovering from yesterday, so my activity’s gonna be spotty. Hope everyone had a good Thursday. o/
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hartofbalamb replied to your post: Anonymous // I hear you and Seifer are still...
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Excuse me while you’re watching Bojack Horseman like you’re some kind of heckin’ nerd I’m gonna be over here drinking my FEELINGS
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Anonymous // I hear you and Seifer are still romantically close. Does the Commander know?
Her heart leaps into her throat as she looks to her accuser-- “What--?”
Oh no. Oh no, oh no! Someone must have seen them together. Someone who was watching them that night. That night in the Quad the night that they---
“N-no... I mean-- no, we’re not close.” She tries to smile but the corner of her mouth keeps twitching. “It’s.... Seifer’s a friend, so -- it’s nothing like that..” Except that it was. It was everything like that.
And Seifer was more than just a friend.
Looking around, Rinoa starts to feel... vulnerable. Exposed. Her arms tightly wrap her cardigan around her sides as she folds her arms across her midsection. She makes a good effort to smile again but instead excuses herself, turning on a heel to quickly vacate the Cafeteria. Where next, she can’t say.
But did Seifer say? The very thought fills her with dread. Rinoa refuses to believe it. No. Not Seifer. Seifer may be many things but Rinoa knows far better.
She knows he has more honor than to kiss and tell.
....Right?
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Send a rumour that your muse has heard about mine.
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Send a rumour that your muse has heard about mine.
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