The fact that the summoning gems talk to her isn't something Garnet mentions to any of the others. It never occurs to her to, even in the settling piece after the final battle. The quiet, unobtrusive voices in the back of her head as natural to her as the sound of the waters around the castle.
And they aren't always there. They come out on starlit nights that don't allow for sleeping, and afternoons spent reading, and an agitated suserration in the seconds before a threat appears.
She can call them up, if she wants, knows Ramuh's idle muttering from Shiva's curt, if sincere interest, from Leviathon's boredom. It's a bit like summoning, only not. A halfway thing.
There is one that's a bit more insistent though. Has been since she found it in the roots of a tree. Always curious, mostly playful, more interested in conversation than the others. Angel.
Angel with the feathers and the bright blue light that made them all faster, stronger, but not before it left their enemies blinded, and hurting. A swell of complex, arcane magic that Garnet hadn't felt anywhere else.
Angel who didn't leave her alone on nights like this, who's not-so-gentle pull on the inside of her consciousness dragged her away from the chaos of parties and politics and into the night air, as surely as a physical hand in hers.
'It's no fun in there. It's not very important either. How many times have you sighed that same law under some other name?'
And it's a relief. The sight of the city at night and that someone, somewhere agrees with her on the issue, so just smiles. And responds.
'It's my duty though. As queen. Who else will put up with it?'
'I don't know. But right now someone not you.'
'And what would you have me do instead then?'
'Breathe.'
Garnet can practically feel the laughter shaking shoulders that weren't hers. And she doesn't mind it.
Then feathers. And blue light. And a familiar warmth and pressure that makes it's way from her forehead, to the corner of her eye, to her lips. And then just the city, just the night again.
'I didn't call you.'
'Sure you did. When you signed up for this for the third night in a row. How could I ignore that? Let's take a break. You can get back to ruling the world in ten.'
Re: FFVIII/FFIX, Rinoa/Garnet (Rose Quartz)
And they aren't always there. They come out on starlit nights that don't allow for sleeping, and afternoons spent reading, and an agitated suserration in the seconds before a threat appears.
She can call them up, if she wants, knows Ramuh's idle muttering from Shiva's curt, if sincere interest, from Leviathon's boredom. It's a bit like summoning, only not. A halfway thing.
There is one that's a bit more insistent though. Has been since she found it in the roots of a tree. Always curious, mostly playful, more interested in conversation than the others. Angel.
Angel with the feathers and the bright blue light that made them all faster, stronger, but not before it left their enemies blinded, and hurting. A swell of complex, arcane magic that Garnet hadn't felt anywhere else.
Angel who didn't leave her alone on nights like this, who's not-so-gentle pull on the inside of her consciousness dragged her away from the chaos of parties and politics and into the night air, as surely as a physical hand in hers.
'It's no fun in there. It's not very important either. How many times have you sighed that same law under some other name?'
And it's a relief. The sight of the city at night and that someone, somewhere agrees with her on the issue, so just smiles. And responds.
'It's my duty though. As queen. Who else will put up with it?'
'I don't know. But right now someone not you.'
'And what would you have me do instead then?'
'Breathe.'
Garnet can practically feel the laughter shaking shoulders that weren't hers. And she doesn't mind it.
Then feathers. And blue light. And a familiar warmth and pressure that makes it's way from her forehead, to the corner of her eye, to her lips. And then just the city, just the night again.
'I didn't call you.'
'Sure you did. When you signed up for this for the third night in a row. How could I ignore that? Let's take a break. You can get back to ruling the world in ten.'