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Characters: Oerba Dia Vanille (ofhappierdays) and Oerba Yun Fang (ofragnarok).
Date: Valentine's Day
Warnings: Umm...should be none. A LOT OF FLUFF. Maybe some kissing but nothing extreme!
Summary: (sob, musical event and overall fluff) Keepin' you off my mind, but when I think I'll be all right, I am always wrong, 'cause...

Fang had been, to use a vast understatement, frustrated since her arrival in the Gardens. It'd been a phenomenal stroke of luck that the magic that maintained this place that had frozen Vanille's brand, and although Fang was beyond grateful for it, she was worried about the others. Hope had been in a bad state the last they'd seen him, Snow, for all his bravado, hadn't been much better, and Sazh and Light...well, Fang felt she owed them both. They didn't have much time, and every wasted day in this place wore on her.

It was for that reason that she'd been reluctant to take care of the strange flower buds she and Vanille woke up attached to, but Vanille insisted, and whatever she insisted on, Fang usually found herself agreeing. True to form, their flowers, and all the others had bloomed beautifully today. Maybe it was something about them that reminded her of home, but she felt more relaxed than she'd been in days, and had decided for the first time since their arrival to explore the Gardens with Vanille without the intent of searching for the elusive Queen.

They walked close together, fingers loosely intertwined, and Fang smiled. "Been a while since we've been able to relax like this, huh? It's nice."

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Like Fang, Vanille had been worried since they'd woken up, yet again, in a place they didn't recognize. But it was not in Vanille's nature to lash out, to shake things up until perhaps what they were looking for might fall into their laps, and so she had chosen to distract herself from her worry, to try making friends with the others who found themselves in this strange place, and to take care of the flower she'd found herself attached to.

Whether she'd as yet been successful with the former was debatable, but the latter had proven to be quite a triumph, as her flower (and Fang's) had bloomed big and deep red with the rising sun. The scent was nearly intoxicating, and Vanille had been unable to contain her joy when Fang suggested they explore for exploring's sake, rather than look for a way out.

She squeezed Fang's hand lightly as they walked, enjoying simply being with her. "Mmm. I'm worried about the others," she said, "but I'm glad not to have to think about my brand." There was a hint of guilt in her tone, but the day was too beautiful for her to dwell on such things. "It's good to be able to stop running, for awhile."