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tampered2007-04-23 10:09 pm
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[log] [ongoing]
When; April 23, evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Jowy [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
for_destiny] & Riou [bright_shield]
Summary; Free of the influence of the Bright Shield and Black Sword runes for a day, Jowy and his friend, Riou, meet once more as they were, or rather, close to it.
Log;
It had felt like years since he last saw Riou, or so he felt. He supposed the same went for Riou himself. In the war, they had transformed into almost completely different people; Riou the leader of the remnants of the Jowston Alliance and him, the King of Highland. They had made choices, separate paths, and the runes had been part of those choices. It drove them. It influenced them in ways Jowy could not possibly even begin to explain.
For today, those runes were absent, and more than once, Jowy had raised his hand to examine the vacant space on the back of his hand.
It was simply a day, and clearly from their exchanges over the network, not much had changed, but Jowy felt emboldened to try and fix their tattered friendship. This was, possibly, his only chance. And even if he failed, for a day, Jowy wanted to relive life as it was before.
He wondered if that was even possible.
Xanadu; a place of great beauty and serenity. Jowy had come here because he thought if there was anywhere else Riou could be, it would be here, and he was right.
Rating; PG
Characters; Jowy [
for_destiny] & Riou [bright_shield] Summary; Free of the influence of the Bright Shield and Black Sword runes for a day, Jowy and his friend, Riou, meet once more as they were, or rather, close to it.
Log;
It had felt like years since he last saw Riou, or so he felt. He supposed the same went for Riou himself. In the war, they had transformed into almost completely different people; Riou the leader of the remnants of the Jowston Alliance and him, the King of Highland. They had made choices, separate paths, and the runes had been part of those choices. It drove them. It influenced them in ways Jowy could not possibly even begin to explain.
For today, those runes were absent, and more than once, Jowy had raised his hand to examine the vacant space on the back of his hand.
It was simply a day, and clearly from their exchanges over the network, not much had changed, but Jowy felt emboldened to try and fix their tattered friendship. This was, possibly, his only chance. And even if he failed, for a day, Jowy wanted to relive life as it was before.
He wondered if that was even possible.
Xanadu; a place of great beauty and serenity. Jowy had come here because he thought if there was anywhere else Riou could be, it would be here, and he was right.
no subject
Jowy winced but the pain was absent from his face. After that, he was able to get a firm hold of the little squirrel. It looked at him helplessly but he smiled at it.
"Next time, pick a softer ground to pick," he told it as he let it loose on the ground. It was an obvious jab at Riou's stubborness.