and the blood runs crazy with giant strides.
WHO: Seifer Almasy & Sorceress Edea.
WHAT: A chance encounter and a prelude.
WHEN: Fairly recently, before she leaves for Midgar.
WHERE: In the school hallways.
STATUS: Unfinished.
Her outfits were less ludicrous when she wasn’t on public display – they were at their most ostentatious when standing at a lectern and giving widely-broadcasted speeches, the golden-spiked arch on her shoulders trebling the woman’s size and turning her intimidating, forbidding.
Less ludicrous, then, in her daily wanderings around Balamb Garden. But still noticeable. Sorceress Edea was clad in all black, the hem of her dress sweeping along the concrete walkways yet seemingly never accruing dirt or dust or mud, her neckline fringed with a fur ruff despite the summer heat. Not a single drop of sweat on her forehead and her skin was still pale as snow, without a single blush warming her cheeks. Her hair never drifted out of its tight, coiling bun (with its tendrils that looked, unnervingly, like snakes).
He wondered if she used magic for that. To never look unkempt or bedraggled, no matter the circumstances.
Leaning against the wall and watching the ambassador pass, the entire world seemed to slow down a little. Seifer tilted his head, watching Edea continue across the wide open concourse of Balamb’s entrance, between the fountains and the long, sleek benches. He hadn’t sought her out much since her arrival at the Garden, despite the deep yearning to. He was just some punk-ass cadet and she was Sorceress Edea. She looked like she’d stepped right out of the spheres (or more accurately, one particular sphere, dusty and cracked and stashed in his collection). What would he possibly have to say to her? Nothing of value.
But there was no harm in watching and looking, was there? (Perhaps Rinoa would be like this someday – tall and black and forbidding – yet that was a thought for another day.)
He watched her pass, green eyes narrowed slightly.
Five minutes. Five more minutes, and then he’d head to lunch.
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