[Valentine's Day Event] - Somebody To Love

[heretic_hamlet]

[When the feed first turns on, the screen comes to life and wipes over with a glimmer; when Ramza finally comes into view, he's obviously just come from his shower, wearing a collared shirt unbuttoned, with beads of moisture trickling down his bare chest. The very air around him glitters even as he furiously towels off his head.]

How can-- Does anyone know how to make this stop? I attempted to wash its presence away, but that only made it worse...

[With a last tug, the towel whips free from his head, and his damp hair cascades into place across his scalp as droplets of water send glistening twinkles soaring slowly through the air to join the shower of rose petals.

Oh-so-romantically, he flicks one off of his shoulder.]

Can someone take this rose from me? Simply setting it down does nothing; mayhap I must freely offer it so. I will return the favor.

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[heretic_hamlet]

[When the door opens, Ramza stands in the threshold, his shirt- thankfully, and very pointedly- buttoned to the neckline, his bathtowel slung across his shoulders. From the looks of things, he was trying to wick off as much moisture as he could before his company arrived.

Of course, It did little to supress the glimmering sway his hair gave in the breeze through the doorway or the narrowing, come-hither glint that remained stuck in his gaze.]

Freya--

[And a swift, rough clearing of his throat.]

--...Freya.

[dragoncrest]

[She takes in the sight for a moment, nearly squinting from the bright shimmer around Ramza.]

I wondered if much of the effect might not have been the effects of the screen, but...

[She covers her mouth as she stifles a snicker.]

You're glittering like a princess on her coronation day.

[heretic_hamlet]

What princesses have you--

[No, that's not what he should be wondering right now. He shakes his head, and turns heel to reenter his apartment, the longer sections of his hair trailing behind him in slow, undulating motion.]

...Well, mayhap you'd be a finer fit for it, then.

[Whether Freya follows him in or not, he soon picks up the offending rose from his countertop with a leer at its petals. It looked no different from an ordinary red rose... his hand was held out to Freya.]

You're certain you'd take this upon yourself?

[dragoncrest]

I wouldn't say that.

[She's very much a warrior. Manners and sense she may have, but she's nowhere near nobility. Regardless, she follows him to the counter, doing her best to ignore the effects around him.]

I have a feeling it's causing you more grief than it would for me. [She can always go on the rooftops and hang out if it gets that bad. So she takes the rose from him, examining it briefly before glancing back to Ramza.]

[heretic_hamlet]

[The instant their hands touched, it was a moment that illuminated the entire room in soft, rosy light. Glitter in the air exploded into fireworks and then the stars the sky, Ramza's breath stolen away in a gust that swept petals across their joined hands... his eyes meeting hers as she glanced at him, a wide-eyed shimmer staring back at her.

He let go the rose.]

Did... that work?

[Funny how quickly he snapped back to his normal looks, and how his damp hair now seemed more dull than glistening.]

[dragoncrest]

[Freya is rendered speechless for a moment, wondering what kind of bizarre magic would bring about such an effect. What would its purpose even be?]

It most certainly did. [And thankfully, the effect was lost completely when given to her. She has neither sparkling nor rose petals to surround her.] Perhaps you should avoid flowers for some time.

[heretic_hamlet]

[If Ramza could have seen even half of the melodrama in that moment, he'd have all but collapsed from embarrassment. But for now, he was just grateful to be rid of it. He breathed a long, weary sigh of relief.]

Thank the gods. I could not have endured another sparkle or stare... you've my thanks, Freya, and my gratitude in spades.

[And there was some comfort in knowing she'd be spared his embarrassment. He glowered at the rose in her hand.]

Indeed. This one's caused me enough trouble.

[dragoncrest]

[She takes a good look at it herself, wondering about the origins of the effect and if it's inherent to the flower or if Ramza is just special.

It would certainly make a good prank. She could only imagine if Zidane got his hands on one of these.]

It was my pleasure. Hopefully all our future problems will be solved so easily. [Don't mind her as she tucks the rose in her pocket for safe keeping.]