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ROH: Anniversary Pt.2Reks didn't have an art class that day. For him, it was gym, and it was much later in the day. So while he was stuck in class, he began to plan what his present to his parents would be.ROH: Anniversary Pt.2 by ~CassidyxEdward4ever
I could get Mom some flowers, he thought to himself. She likes flowers. Or another stuffed moogle. She loves those.
Shaking his head, he decided, no, he wasn't getting her and his dad something he always got them. He wanted to make this anniversary special. And by golly, he was going to make it happen!
Sighing, he scratched his blond hair, sending the curls bouncing up and down on his head. Thinking was hard work, and with nothing coming to mind, he felt hopelessly lost.
"Need a hand, kiddo?" Reks looked up to see Vaan's former care-taker, Migelo, standing over him, smiling wisely.
"Not unless you can tell me what a good present for my parents' anniversary would be."
Migelo hummed, stroking his face carefully. "Weeeeelll, if I know Vaan well enough, I'd say something to do with airships. T
Hardships 2Terra awoke with a pounding headache and a cold bed. She moved her arm, looking for her husband, who was sure to have a hangover just like her, but she just encountered nothing. Terra knew that he was most likely at work already, making more than enough money than they needed. Terra buried herself further under the blankets, trying to block out the real world and the harsh bright light from the real world.Hardships 2 by *Oilux
Vaan made a lot of money, and he allowed her to get almost everything she wanted. She didn't even have to work because he made so much money. He had enough money saved up that she could buy almost anything that she wanted. Yet Terra wanted nothing more than her husband to be by her side. It was like living with a roommate, or having a friend, he wasn't a lover or a husband anymore. When they had first dated and gotten engaged, Vaan had always gone on about how one day he would be a big shot, and make a ton of money to take her all around the world. He had achieved that, he even had e
.:PC:. ViChaN91312A sharp pain tears at her chest as she runs, yet she only starts to slow as her feet begin to ache from the many steps she’s had to take to get away. No feelings immediately spring out of her in any form of tears or rage, only fear..:PC:. ViChaN91312 by =x-shadowed-dawn-x
Her eyes lift up from the sidewalk she’s been running across only to find people moving all about her. If she had known her legs would be taking her into such a crowded place... she would have stayed and endured everything. The indiscernible feeling of pure fear crawls up her spine as she stands in one spot; unable to move. That feeling clutches at her with ease as her eyes are unable to pick a target. She knows she can’t figure out her emotions and she knows she can’t do it in a place where she doesn’t want to be.
She can feel her stomach churn at the fear of all these people bumping into her as they pass her by. No one stops to give so much as a glance to her or a word of mockery even. She bows her head and lets the blon
ROH: Anniversary Pt.1Rapture Of Hearts: Anniversary Pt.1ROH: Anniversary Pt.1 by ~CassidyxEdward4ever
The boy peeked his head into the bedroom. He saw the two forms of his parents huddled together under the covers, his father's arms warped around his mother, holding her close to his chest. Turning back to his younger siblings, he nodded. "Okay, they're still asleep."
"We gotta hurry!" his five year sister whispered. "Mommy and Daddy are sleeping!"
"Hurry, hurry!" squealed the one year old boy holding the sister's hand, giggling and sucking his thumb at the same time. The eight year old boy put a finger to his lips and shushed the toddler. "We can't let them hear."
The baby giggled again, though slightly toned down and mimicked his brother's gesture. The trio then proceeded down the stairs, the eight year old carrying the infant while the five year old scampered ahead.
Once in the kitchen, the boy set the baby down in his high chair (with the help of a stull) and grabbed a pan out of the cupboard. The girl open