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There was a costume party being thrown for the holidays, a Halloween Renaissance. From the second they walked in and mingled with their friends, they received as many compliments on their costumes as Kajol could reciprocate back. The eyes on Squall were curious, yet, nonjudgmental. The muttered, "Finally," told him everything he needed to hear.
And Squall, ever the observer, knew he felt eyes on him for a very different reason. "I told you people would notice," He whispered when they were finally alone at the mini bar, not at all accusatory.
"Rinoa being the first when she greeted us." Not like it's shocking.
"And dearest little 'Noa knows I have great taste when I dress us up for these special occasions," Kajol whispers back coolly, flicking one of her newly silvered bangs behind her.
"More focus on your neck than around my tightly corseted waist." Her painted lips smirk.
Chortling to himself, Leonhart takes his fiancée's hand into his and offers her a dance. The song playing was one of his Beloved's favorites.
When the smile reached her eyes, she replies wispily with "Always."
After all, who wouldn't want to dance with man who follows directions?
Namely, Her directions.