saturday morning to monday afternoon - surprise weekend visit

[witchsuccession.livejournal.com]

[There's a special guest in for the weekend, someone whom a few particular SeeD haven't seen in what's been decades. Cid was sneaky about it and made sure to keep her visit under wraps in hopes of giving them a wonderful surprise; he's certain they'll enjoy their time with her.

And while the secrecy of her visit is in part due to the fact that Cid wants to surprise those who are close to her, it is also in part that he doesn't want to alarm those who might have read about the infamous Sorceress Edea within their history textbooks, the once sorceress who had been possessed by Ultimecia herself. While she no longer possess the powers of sorcery and no longer dons the fearful attire that automatically springs to mind when the ex-sorceress' name is mentioned, he doesn't want to risk the possibility of cadets who still possessed some mild degree of xenophobia.

Of course, Cid hopes more than anything that they will accept her as she is now; a kind-hearted woman who wants nothing more than to repent for the horrors that she participated in against her will. She has even cleaned up the old orphanage immediately after the events of the Second Sorceress War, and is now caring after orphaned children as she once did so many years ago.

Although this particular visitor has aged twenty years like the Headmaster and the President of Esthar, Edea Kramer's smile hasn't lost an ounce of its warmth nor have her clear brown eyes lost their bright, mischievous glimmer.

She's up early in spite of how late she and Cid had stayed up, the Headmaster bringing his wife up to speed on the more recent events with Galbadia, the newsletter, the predicament he now finds himself in over a troubling decision that could very well cost them all.

Edea's currently making her way towards the courtyard having just finished her morning tea and breakfast with her husband. She honestly doesn't expect anyone to be up and is not surprised to find the 1F of Garden relatively empty.]

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[lostmyhyperion.livejournal.com]

[Suffice to say, it hardly does much to ease his concerns. This is the woman he served, the one he swore his loyalty to, and despite all of this, he found himself completely ill at ease.]

Long enough that you're no longer mindlessly using people. [Good job Seifer. It could have been an awkward but safer reunion, but no, instead he fucks things up as always.] I've been doing better. Not as foolish as I was then, as I'm sure you're not either.

[witchsuccession.livejournal.com]

[There's a hint of sadness in her gaze and she lowers her head. She did deserve that, didn't she? The harsh things he so carelessly says. But that's always been his way, and Edea knows this as she was the one to raise him... even if Seifer had always been a confused, lost little boy...]

I'm glad to hear of that, I really am.

[lostmyhyperion.livejournal.com]

[In an attempt to steer away the topic from his own faults and screw ups, he decides another approach.]

Are you back at the orphanage?

[witchsuccession.livejournal.com]

[Matron lifts her head and nods, her smile there but not quite reaching her eyes as it once did.]

I am, yes. My visit was meant to be a surprise for you all.

[lostmyhyperion.livejournal.com]

It worked at least, if that's what you're getting at. [way to be awkward every moment.] You haven't told everyone about that, have you?

[witchsuccession.livejournal.com]

Told them of my visit?

[lostmyhyperion.livejournal.com]

[So much awkwardness right now. What is your problem, man the fuck up.] Does everyone know you used to be Matron? Or still are, I guess. [Fuck fuck fuck, losing your cool so fast right now.

And he runs a hand through his hair, trying to get a grip on himself.]

Squall. And the rest. They forgave you, right?

[witchsuccession.livejournal.com]

[Edea falls silent, watching how he fidgets uncomfortably. She really didn't mean to make him so uneasy, feeling a pang of guilt.]

They know, yes. [Pauses.] Seifer...

[lostmyhyperion.livejournal.com]

Yes, Matron? [Don't ask him for anything else, not right now.]

[witchsuccession.livejournal.com]

[Matron shakes her head and lowers her eyes. She lifts them again a moment later.]

...I'm sorry.

[lostmyhyperion.livejournal.com]

[fuck fuck fuck. man. she really had to go and do that? really.


... fuck.]

It's fine? [Really Seifer, that's the best you can come up with? It's fine?]

I mean-- well. It's in the past. You don't have to apologize. [I think.]

[witchsuccession.livejournal.com]

But I do, Seifer. You have no idea the weight I have carried all these years.

[She ducks her head.]

sorry for the late reply ]:

[lostmyhyperion.livejournal.com]

[Awkward awkward awkward.]

I think I can hazard a guess.

Can't be as bad as the pain I've carried.

It's no trouble. WE'RE terribly sorry for our late reply

[witchsuccession.livejournal.com]

The pain...? If I have caused you any of that, please believe me that it was never my intention.

[It pains Edea to think of the pain she's caused any one of her children.]