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Tired
Lightning runs. Time is ticking down and she cannot afford to be tired. Her muscles ache, sweat drips from her face and she can't feel her feet. She's been fighting for hours, foe after foe and she would have given up, found a place to hide out, but she didn't. Somehow Lightning keeps going, running headlong into enemies that would hurt innocents, wielding her gun-blade again and again and again.
And it's not the clock that keeps her from running away. In her mind all she can see is Snow next to her, just as exhausted as she is but still fighting for what he knows is right. Fighting until he can no longer stand. Fighting to keep as many people safe as he can.
She runs.
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Sunrise
Sunrise was always just a time for her. Time to be up, to start training, to leave Serah alone in a too empty house. During her ordeal sunrise became a deadline, the sun cresting over the horizon a sight to be dreaded.
Now the dawning of each new day brings peace. She wakes at sunrise, heart racing in anticipation for the next battle, and Snow's arms wind about her, his breath hot against her skin as he tugs her back down into bed, rumbling, “Go back to sleep, Claire.”
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Floor
The slender girl with the rose coloured hair, all of half his weight and practically petite in comparison, glares down at him with ice in her eyes barely breaking a sweat. And all Snow can think of as he lies on the floor looking up at her, hurting in a dozen different places from the blows she'd landed, is how many more of her hits he would take just to see a smile on her face.