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savedbyasong ([personal profile] savedbyasong) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2013-05-27 10:05 pm
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A picnic of rememberence

Characters: Shion, Xion and Open!

Setting: Graveyard, Reno's grave, lunch time (before the masquerade)

Format: Either!

Summary: A year ago Reno gave Shion a pin and made him a promise, now a year later two Turklings have a picnic. Come and join them?

The first prompt is for Xion and Shion, the second is open and replies will come from both of them

Warnings: Talk of sad things maybe

Now that the food was no longer poisoned picnics were easier. Even so Shion had collected lots of fruits and mushrooms from the forest to add to their collection. Bite size pieces of meat, salad, mini kebabs, bread rolls a fruit pie he had made himself and iced tea. A feast!

It was sad that Reno wasn't there in person to share it with them, but Shion thought he would approve. He had finished his work already and now was just waiting for Xion to finish hers, since she worked on this floor it wouldn't take her long to get here.
He sat next to the headstone silently, it had taken some working out of the date; Shion hadn't really been up for keeping track of time a year ago, but it had truly been a year. A year since Reno had given him his Turk pin and promised to teach him, a year since Shion had made his decision to fight to survive.

He hadn't understood, back then, what it all meant, what he was agreeing to. But looking back he didn't regret it, even the painful parts.

[Open] Food and company, despite the less than conventional setting for a picnic, come and join the kids, they have food to spare and will offer it to anyone who walks past.
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[personal profile] attheclocktower 2013-06-23 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Xion grinned a little more widely, some of the sadness fading, "I could probably get someone, if we really wanted some." Dark corridors had their advantages, after all.

But ice cream could wait. After working all morning, Xion was starving. She pulled up one of the mini-kebabs and dug in, relishing in food that wasn't smothered in flowers.

Once she'd finished a few bites, she looked over at the grave, a little sad again. "It's hard to believe it's been so long." Over a year. Over half her life in the Tower. Nearly half her life as a Turk now, longer than she'd ever been in the Organization. It was a long time for both of them.