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“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

Squall looked at Rinoa, then down at their entwined hands. The matching bands of gold were glinting, a sign of their love. Rinoa’s already overwhelming beauty seemed amplified in the dazzling lights that sparkled all around them.

It was silly to feel shy now, but he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. After a moment he leaned over to her and gave her a smile.

“That’s what I want, always.”

#rebellingprincess #ugh #uGHGH

“Shh… Shh, I’m here… It’s okay, it’s over…”

It was so cold, but the smile on Ultimecia’s face only promised it would be colder.

“All existence denied.”

His friends were gone, he was completely alone.

“Squall, where are you!?”

With a gasp Squall sat up, drenched in a cold sweat.His lungs felt like they were being squeezed. What little oxygen he managed to breathe in seemed to burn in his chest and he shuddered.

“I’m here, it’s okay,it’s over.”

“Rinoa.” He reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into a tight hug, holding on as though he expected her to disappear.

#rebellingprincess #night terrors #\o/

{I tend to lock myself out of my apartment a lot and sort of need to climb out your window to crawl into mine.} She crept in slowly, her head first and her legs dangling out the window. Man she tired of doing this, luckily the guy next door never locked his window, so it wasn't too much of a problem. He also never seemed to be home, which was also pretty nice considering he would probably call the cops. Now, if only she could get through the- Wait those are feet. The girl looked up. "Crap."

As he turned the page in his textbook, Squall’s phone rang. The name on the screen caused his eyes to roll. Answering the phone with a slight grunt, Squall took off his reading glasses and sat up on his couch. “Yeah Laguna?”

“Squuuuuuuuuaaaaaaa–”

Cue the brunet holding the phone away from his ear for full thirty seconds. “Are you done?” He sighed and started wandering the apartment as his father babbled on about how things were at home. Then came the thousand questions game, which had Squall rolling his eyes a second time.

“I’m fine.” “School is fine.” “Yes I ate.” “No, no girlfriends.” Squall heard the sound of a window opening and turned around. He raised an eyebrow and then cut his father off. “Dad. I’m going to have to call you back.”

Blue eyes narrowed as he stuffed his phone into the back pocket of his ripped jeans. He walked over to the window where a brunette was struggling to get inside his apartment. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he watched the girl struggle. Scowling he cleared his throat and stared down at her.