#//Hope you're ready to get your save all fucked up Zell

[angelsrebellion]

( @livelyfellow continued from x )

  It had happened again. She’d awoken in the night in near fever-sweats from the dreams that plagued her every now and again. The power deep inside her that had a grip on her mind and heart. The power that needed only squeeze when it wanted to take over, seemingly waiting for the right moment to drag her under and drown her with terrible and uncertain purpose. 

  She’d thrown off her blankets, bare feet finding the plush rug spread beneath her bed to make the cold floors a bit more homely in the mornings — or in this case, sleepless nights. She made her way into the common area Zell and her shared as room-mates, not having expected to find him awake, but not entirely surprised either; they often met like this, lost children in the dark seeking refuge in the cushioned depths of the couch and the bright, buzzing glow of the TV screen that brought a much needed distraction.

  She’d muttered her lament to him before pausing, palming at one eye with the long sleeve of her baggy shirt — stolen from one of the boys, difficult to tell which— the other eye squinting at the screen until the action came into focus. War. Battle. Explosions. Didn’t Zell get enough of this on a daily basis? 

  Rinoa stared at the screen a moment as she skirted around the couch and plopped down, pulling her feet underneath her and fixing her shirt around her bare legs. She held her hand out for the controller.

“No, let me play.” 

  She needed to blow something up figuratively before she slipped up and did it for real.