I told you I'd get to Rain!
Two more peices and then I'm changing this to a new title, Knowing Strangers.
Not that she didn’t enjoy a good snarkfest every now and then but this was getting old and she wasn’t getting any younger.
“Squall, shut up and play like a good boy. Cloud, you’re the immortal right? Do you really think we’re going to sit here and play tiddlywinks while you try and figure us out? Yasha, you and Ashura need to wash up and go to bed. Quistis, you to, conserve your energy. Albino with the cat eyes, yeah glare all you like I know a caster needs sleep so go hit the hay. Take the twin boy-toys with you and make a night of it. Darkling and I can play seconds if these two knuckle heads decide to duel it out. Otherwise I want chocolate and silence.”
The sea of eyes staring at her held annoyance, anger, amusement and a heavy dose of venom. Kitten purred in her ear and she caressed the hilt of her belt knife. Her gun was of course at the small of her back and she had a hand free to draw but already people were blinking and moving.
“Bed Time?”
“Yes Little One. May we use your facilities?”
“Down the hall on the left. First door.”
“Guys, will you make up the couch beds?”
“Please, allow me to help with that. We are the intruders.”
“Grrrrrrrr.”
Mother? What are you planning?
Nothing yet. But by god when Squall falls asleep he and the blond haired chickie are going to have some damned interesting dreams.
Do you think it is wise to meddle with an immortals mind?
She scratched his chin a little, studying the man who was older then most nations and debated the likelihood of pulling this off without getting caught. The wards were exceptional, and there were shields, strong ones but everything was centered on violence and action. There were no signs that dreams would trigger any repercussions.
I may be harassed, but I have my orders and the goddess has been bored for long enough. If nothing else, watching them try not to watch each other will be interesting.
“Alright boys. Let’s get this over with so I can get some shut eye before dawn. Cloud, you don’t give a rat’s flea bitten ass about our mission. Squall, you don’t care if he’s slept with the entire demonic race and a couple of chocobo’s.” she stated, already rummaging through the cabinets for some cocoa while the other people got themselves sorted out and busy.
The dark haired man cuddled his lover and she saw Squall huddle a bit in on himself, eyes hard as the stones of Zantaken Mountain. He was angry and tired and didn’t like her taking control but someone had to. He’d pushed them all till they dropped and then pick them up and carry them, but he would never allow hem to care for him and Cloud, immortal and stubborn from what she’d heard, could bully him into taking a few days off.
Cloud, and the sleeping drugs she’d slipped into Squall’s tea.
Not that she didn’t enjoy a good snarkfest every now and then but this was getting old and she wasn’t getting any younger.
“Squall, shut up and play like a good boy. Cloud, you’re the immortal right? Do you really think we’re going to sit here and play tiddlywinks while you try and figure us out? Yasha, you and Ashura need to wash up and go to bed. Quistis, you to, conserve your energy. Albino with the cat eyes, yeah glare all you like I know a caster needs sleep so go hit the hay. Take the twin boy-toys with you and make a night of it. Darkling and I can play seconds if these two knuckle heads decide to duel it out. Otherwise I want chocolate and silence.”
The sea of eyes staring at her held annoyance, anger, amusement and a heavy dose of venom. Kitten purred in her ear and she caressed the hilt of her belt knife. Her gun was of course at the small of her back and she had a hand free to draw but already people were blinking and moving.
“Bed Time?”
“Yes Little One. May we use your facilities?”
“Down the hall on the left. First door.”
“Guys, will you make up the couch beds?”
“Please, allow me to help with that. We are the intruders.”
“Grrrrrrrr.”
Mother? What are you planning?
Nothing yet. But by god when Squall falls asleep he and the blond haired chickie are going to have some damned interesting dreams.
Do you think it is wise to meddle with an immortals mind?
She scratched his chin a little, studying the man who was older then most nations and debated the likelihood of pulling this off without getting caught. The wards were exceptional, and there were shields, strong ones but everything was centered on violence and action. There were no signs that dreams would trigger any repercussions.
I may be harassed, but I have my orders and the goddess has been bored for long enough. If nothing else, watching them try not to watch each other will be interesting.
“Alright boys. Let’s get this over with so I can get some shut eye before dawn. Cloud, you don’t give a rat’s flea bitten ass about our mission. Squall, you don’t care if he’s slept with the entire demonic race and a couple of chocobo’s.” she stated, already rummaging through the cabinets for some cocoa while the other people got themselves sorted out and busy.
The dark haired man cuddled his lover and she saw Squall huddle a bit in on himself, eyes hard as the stones of Zantaken Mountain. He was angry and tired and didn’t like her taking control but someone had to. He’d pushed them all till they dropped and then pick them up and carry them, but he would never allow hem to care for him and Cloud, immortal and stubborn from what she’d heard, could bully him into taking a few days off.
Cloud, and the sleeping drugs she’d slipped into Squall’s tea.