Thursday, October 27th, 1:21 A.M.
Afterglow.
Wow.
As I was making my way back to The Redford, I ran
into Rinoa and Grace. They were out
having lunch after a full day of shopping.
I didn't notice Grace was there at first, Rinoa just looked to luminous,
beaming, and just simply beautiful.
I sat down with Rinoa and Grace and the three of us
talked about things. I'm confident in
saying we talked about things. Can't say
which things we talked about because I don't remember. You can blame Rinoa for that, although blame
might be too strong of a word.
After a while of the three of us talking, Ushtar
showed up, gave his fiancé a peck, and joined in on the conversation. What I remember about that part of the
conversation is very sparse. The one big
thing I remember is that Ushtar is obsessed with trains. Ushtar was carrying around a new train model
he had bought, his sixteenth different model of train as he frequently
boasted. Ushtar also was proud to show
off a new program for his Hipster Phone.
The program, Train Tracker, detailed all of the rail lines that ran
through Vierdestad, both past and present.
Weird.
We continued talking about Ushtar's obsession untill
the topic changed to Grace's obsession, clothes. Grace just went into great detail about the
different fabrics, cuts, sizes, alterations, combinations, complimentary
outfits, and on, and on, and on.
Honestly, the only part I listened to at all was the part where Grace
talked about Rinoa's ensemble. Rinoa was
dressed in a black pencil skirt with matching black suede stiletto heels. Her top was a dark green polyester blend, a
shade of green dark enough to compliment the skirt while accenting the flickers
of green in Rinoa's eyes. Listening to
Grace talk about Rinoa's outfit allowed me to look at Rinoa and marvel at her
beauty. This is something I would do
again later on in the evening.
The discussion also turned toward my clothing. Specifically Ushtar asked why I wasn't in
uniform. My intent was to tell Ushtar
that I wasn't going to be in the military and that Rinoa and I wouldn't be
staying in Vierdestad that much longer.
Before I could, Grace reached underneath the table and produced a bag,
which she handed to me. Apparently, while
Grace and Rinoa were shopping for themselves they also got some things for
me. I peeked inside the bag and the
clothes in there did look interesting.
I've yet to try them on. Maybe in
the morning.
Rinoa proposed that I go get showered and changed before
dinner. She and Grace had already made
plans to eat at Lovalot without telling either Ushtar or I. Ushtar had a problem with this because he had
planned on getting drunk with his subordinates.
I didn't have a problem with this because it gave me a reason to walk
with Rinoa. Also, I like food.
Rinoa and I walked side by side, making occasional
comments about various things, on our way back to The Redford. Once we got to the hotel, we took the
elevator up to our room. Standing alone
with Rinoa and seeing her in the reflection of the elevator walls made me say
what I had thought of saying since I saw Rinoa in her outfit.
"You look wonderful tonight." When I said that, I saw Rinoa's
reaction. To see that she liked what I
had said was priceless.
"Thank you,” Rinoa replied sheepishly.
"I mean, you look wonderful always, but that
skirt with that top and those heels, I can't take my eyes off you. I mean, wow."
I watched what happened next on the reflective walls
of the elevator, which gave this experience a kind of surreal quality. Rinoa, standing beside me in this rickety tin
box we were floating upward in, put her hands on my shoulder to support
herself, and kissed me on the cheek.
Rinoa kissed me. I saw this
happen then I turned toward Rinoa. I looked
at her. I looked at her eyes. Her chocolate brown eyes with flickers of
green spread throughout. I looked at
Rinoa and dove in.
I kissed Rinoa and Rinoa kissed me. A flood of endorphins rushed over my body as
my lips met hers. No part of this felt
awkward or weird. Rinoa and I engaged in
a full embrace felt completely good.
This is the kind of moment I did not want to end. I wanted to stay locked in this embrace,
locked in this perfect moment with this perfect woman, untill time
stopped. When the elevator reached the
floor we were going to, the doors opened.
Rinoa and I broke our kiss to look at the open door. So, in a way, the moment ended. However, in another way, the moment did not
end.
We looked at the door for a while. Just as the doors started to close, Rinoa
walked through them. Rinoa walked down
the hall toward the hotel room we share, and I followed her. Once we got to the door to our room, Rinoa
turned around and looked at me. She
looked at me. She looked in my eyes in
the same way I had looked at hers. Rinoa
looked at me and smiled and I smiled back.
Rinoa opened the door and entered the room. I entered the room and closed the door behind
me.
We didn't end up making it to dinner with Ushtar and
Grace. I didn't end up showering or
trying on the clothes Rinoa got for me.
Rinoa and I didn't go back downstairs or even leave our hotel room. We made love.
We did. I'm not going to journal
in detail about what we did, but we did.
Rinoa and I had sex.
I'm looking at Rinoa laying next to me as I make
this entry. She's sleeping simply and
peacefully at rest. She looks so serene
right now. So heavenly. So beautiful.
I feel so lucky to have her in my life.
I feel so blessed that she is here, that I have this relationship with her. I love Rinoa.
I love Rinoa completely and absolutely.
For that reason, I have to protect her. For that reason, I have to protect the woman
I love. I'm getting her out of this
city. I'm getting her out of Dolore,
even if that means I cannot. Rinoa must
be safe. Safe from the people that mean
her, and all of us opfers, but most especially her, dire harm.
Goodnight my ebony queen.
Hato Shurtleff
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