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Who: Serah Farron, Snow(?) and Open
What: Waking up somewhere in the Royal Dalmascan Castle
Where: Rabanastre
When: Dusk
Rating: NC-16

The smell of freshly baked bread and hot steaming soup filled Serah's nose. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up rubbing her head. She turned to see a tray of food set aside for her at the table and her own clothes has been neatly folded and placed on a chair. Serah looked at her clothes to find herself wearing a long flowing light pink nightgown and her long pink hair had been let down

"I guess someone must have brought me here." She thought as she slowly got off the huge bed and walked around the room. The huge four poster bed which she had been sleeping on had rather dramatic white silk draped which hung from the top. She went towards the window and opened it for some fresh air. Serah slowly breathed in the fresh air of the evening and admired the sun as it began to set.

She placed her hand on her chest and gently held her necklace tightly.

"Snow." She said aloud.

"Right!" Serah said as she turned around and opened the door. "I'm sure it won't harm anyone to look around!"

She slowly crept out of the room and walked down a huge and long corridor. She tried opening the doors to the other rooms there but they all seemed locked.

"Oh well since all of them are lock I guess I better get back to my room then." She thought as she turned around. "Problem is..... which is the way to my room?"

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The man and Snow stood there rather dumbfounded for a moment when Serah simply ran away from them. Her assailant opened his mouth to speak, though Snow didn't give him time to say anything, dropping him with a solid punch in the throat. Rolling his eyes, he didn't have time for dramatics right then, he flung out a hand, freezing the air in front of Serah into a curved wall of ice that stretched from wall to wall, blocking the way out into the street.

"Now then." he stooped to retrieve his things, and walked over to Serah with a reassuring smile, "You've almost been through something terrible, Serah, why don't you put this on," he held out the blanket, "And come with me, hm? I'll see about getting you some clothes that don't make you stand out like.. that, a hot meal might help." he wasn't asking, no.. the tone he spoke with had the note of command to it, as if he wouldn't brook hesitation or reluctance to obey. "Come on."

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Serah looked at at Snow. Millions of questions filled her mind at she stared into those familiar eyes. But... she didn't know where to start.

She remained silent and stood up to follow Snow with the blanket wrapped tightly around her. She felt like an empty vessel without a soul. She never felt so empty in her life. As she slowly looked at Snow away a single tear slowly fell from her eyes.

"Come on Serah. You're much stronger then that. Stop crying!" She thought to herself as she wiped her tears away with the back of her hand.

She needed to clear things out with him no matter what. Serah had already prepared herself for the worst.

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Snow glanced back over his shoulder, and nearly sighed. The woman was being.. well, far too overdramatic, just standing there with that forlorn expression. The man rolled his shoulders and continued on his way, leading her to his house.

"What are you doing, wandering about Rabanastre, dressed like that? Do you even have a dagger? There are thugs, lowlives, and rapists out here, just waiting for an easy mark like you!" he sounded almost angry with her, "You're a l'Cie, Serah, back on Cocoon every single man and woman would have feared you, and been out for your blood, and you're not even armed out here."

Eventually they made it to his house, sparse though it was. He let her go, and unlocked the door, swinging it open ahead of her, "Go on in, get cleaned up."

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Serah silently walked in and lifelessly stood there staring into space.

Her eyes were red from the tears she had cried and her mind all a blank as she undid her ponytail and let her long pink tresses fall behind her back.

She then took off the necklace Snow had once given to her. "It would be useless to keep it now." Serah thought as she held onto the necklace tightly.

She slowly turned to face Snow and just avoided looking at him in the eyes and stared at the floor instead.

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Snow huffed outside, wrenching open a small bin in the shadow of his stoop, placing his vegetables inside for now, to keep them cool and secure outside the house. He replaced the lock, and hung the key on it's hook inside, closing the door behind him.

"You're looking well." he spoke amiably, closing the door behind him as he entered. His trenchcoat was on a peg on the wall, "Well, except for the whole wandering around Rabanastre dressed like a tramp thing. You could have been hurt!" he had moved on, but he still counted her as a friend of his, "Why don't you have anything on you for protection?" he knelt beside his bed, and tugged a case out from under it, tossing it on the bed and flipping it open. Inside were daggers of a few different styles, along with oil and stones for care, "I ain't gonna be in Rabanastre much longer, and if you keep up this helpless waif thing, you're just gonna get killed for nothin'. You can have these."

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Serah held out her hand to him. Her heart was already breaking but she didn't want Snow to know. She had to stand her ground and remain strong no matter what.

"I...I..." Serah began. "I came to give this back to you."

Channeling Philoctetes~!

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He waved a hand, and frowned, raising a brow, "Really, I don't think taking that course is best, Serah." he sighed, and pinched his brow. The man still wore the necklace he'd given her, and had only taken it off while Ashelia hadn't worn the necklace of wedding rings meaningful to her and Rasler. "I might not wish what I did in the past, and indeed things have changed while you slept, but that hardly puts me out of reach as your friend." he reached in his pocket, and placed a key on the table, along with a gil pouch, and a folded slip of paper.

"The house and cash are yours, since you really don't have a place right now. Lightnin' will turn up soon, I'm letting her know you're here, especially.." he looked her over and shook his head softly, "Since you don't seem prepared to be on your own."

Snow could tell she was hurt, but he had been prepared to be a King, to take the hurt of a nation into himself, and remain strong for those who needed him to be. That didn't just melt away because of a pair of big googoo eyes. "Look, Serah.. I know you're hurt, and I'm sorry.. but the fact is, I'm not the same person I was back then." he never referred to his old life by any other means, "When I woke up on Bikanel Island, I didn't know anything. The Al Bhed took me in and.. tyssed, drec ec rynt.. Well, they re-raised me. So much has happened even since -then- that, well, I figured out who I was along the way, but.." how could he put it, so that she would know he really was changed?

"E's hu ranu. I'm no-one's hero, Serah." he could be hopeful, idealistic, even.. But when he'd gone to see the place he'd come from, supposedly even helped to save, he didn't see how he could ever call himself something like that.

Re: Channeling Philoctetes~!

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Serah shook her head in disbelief and turned around with her back facing Snow. Her heart was slowly breaking but she couldn't show it to snow. Her worst nightmare had come true. As mush as she didn't want to admit it, it was true.

Serah held the pendant Snow had given to her a long time ago. It glistened under the moonlight. It was her only memory she would have of Snow.

"I guess... it was foolish of me to think that I could live in this fantasy that I would be happy when I was with you." She said. "But it was nothing but a mere fantasy which I only dreamed would last forever."

Warm tears slowly flowed down her soft cheeks as her tell fell on the pendant which was on the palm of her hand. She clearly had no reason of keeping it now that the only man she even wanted to be with had already moved on. It would only make her feel worse. But she felt so lost and alone.