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“ it’s better to expect disappointment. ” / rytir
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Most people had always found the way Fujin communicated challenging. To put it simple.
Her decidedly curt way to state her opinion, usually with no more than one word, was enough to make instructors despair, leaving fellow students frustrated and strangers - well, strangers often simply made haste to get away from her as far and as quick as possible.
Seifer however had mostly been annoyed, at least in the beginning.
Whenever she answered his questions with decisive one-word-answers, he’d click his tongue in impatience, often followed by an exasperated (and honestly boring) monologue about how people usually talked and that she should abide by society's rules.
Yet, Fujin was a stubborn woman and after a while (gaining the tall blond’s trust and friendship having been the biggest step) he even started to try and make sense of what she was saying.
Hyne, sometimes she even believed he was close to understanding her as well as Raijin did, maybe better even.
So when they walked along Balamb beach that day, she was sure he could already tell that the gears in her head were turning from the way her fingers fidgeted, never really resting.
They had been back for months now, but had never spoken much since. Or spend time together, for that matter.
Everything had changed since that hyne-bedamned war ended and left even their friendship in shatters. Something she decidedly wanted to mend.
Halting then, she huffed, her whole body tense and rigid, hands balled into fists as she stared up at the ex-knight with her ruby eye, something intense shimmering beneath the usually hard and forbidding surface.
Her mouth twisted slightly, grimacing, as if the words she was choosing carefully now tasted bitter. Finally, her shoulders relaxed as the silver-haired woman averted her gaze.
“APOLOGY.”
It wasn’t that she had any problem with apologizing to Seifer - she even felt it was in order.
However, the way he had looked at her when she left him to Leonhart’s devices haunted her ever since.
A scoff sounded from the tall blond then. “Don’t,” he spoke lowly, barely audible over the crashing of nearby waves. “It’s better to expect disappointment.”
At that, her gaze shot upward again, a painful pang in her chest at the dismissive words countering her try to mend what had been broken.
“Should’ve known Garden got y’all under it’s thumbs, really,” he continued, pouring more salt into the wound.
Fujin’s jaw set then as a by now familiar feeling of helplessness threatened to creep up and settle in her gut. She hated it. Her form was now shaking, both from suppressed anger and hurt, her being unable to find a release for both.
“NEGATIVE,” she finally pressed out, almost choking on the word. Why couldn’t he see that both her and Rai had done what they did because they weren’t able to reach him anymore?
Maybe, if she broke her resolve and habit to use more words by way of explaining, Seifer would understand?
But before the thought could truly settle in her mind, let alone her being able to think of something more worthy to say, the ex-knight had turned around swiftly to leave her standing there, heading back to the town.
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@rytir whispered: “Ah, fuck it.”
Send “ah, fuck it” to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss 👀
She hadn’t for a second seen it coming; the inevitable need to silence the incessant prattle that had toppled so effortlessly from her mouth. Aerith had always been a talkative thing; perhaps even overly familiar in the way she shared so much of her self through vocalised thoughts and ideas, entire worlds painted so vividly with poetic ideation for the consumption of those around her. He could’ve just told her to shut up. Could’ve gagged her even, with more success than this.
The display of uninvited intimacy was all too abrupt; the startled clamp of her teeth tearing through unfamiliar flesh as her body found itself precariously sandwiched between torso and wall. She could taste him then, in the oddity of proximity, the scarlet smear of life infused liquid tainting alabaster flesh as the intrepid expedition of an unfamiliar tongue sought to explore terrain to which he had no right. Who the hell did he think he was? Certainly not Casanova given the level of contempt he’d greeted her with, so why the delay in pushing him away? Why the impulsive and, dare she say it, confusing desire for an extension to something so undeniably infuriating?
Delicate hands had lingered on his shoulders for long enough; a good ten, maybe even twenty seconds, before the startled adrenaline within her veins had calmed, and she’d given him the obligatory shove, cheeks flushed and eyes indignant, her lips still noticeably marked with his own personal sanguine stain.
Irrevocably flustered, the ancient had squirmed, a solitary finger prodding harshly into Seifer’s chest by way of warning, as she chewed her suddenly limited words so very carefully. “If you do that again, you’re losing teeth.”
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@sunny-explosions @corditeheart @rytir
“Allow me to steal you away ladies. He can hit the showers instead.”
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sound off if you’re alive. / rytir
The world has come crashing down, and it feels like the whole weight of it has landed squarely on her. Xu groans, pushing against whatever it is-- she can’t move it, it’s too heavy.
“I’m alive, but I’m stuck,” she calls, and her own voice sounds muffled in her ear, like what happens when a bomb goes off and no one’s wearing proper hearing protection. Coincidentally, that’s exactly what has happened, and her office has taken the worst of the impact.
Convenient.
Which would make the heavy object on her back her desk, considering she can see her letter opener embedded in the wall not an inch in front of her face.
Xu doesn’t think about what would have happened at a different trajectory.
“Are you alright?”
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amethyst : my muse calms yours down in whatever way is found suitable / Rytir
She hadn't meant to break down like that.
An Oracle should be at all times the picture of poise, grace and dignity. But after the latest healing season, realizing the Scourge lesions had spread from her fingertips up the backs of her hands, had jolted her to the core and she'd been unable to hold back the despairing sobs.
After a moment it had occured to her she wasn't alone. A silent, solid presence perched next to her and a large hand came to rest on her shoulder. She couldn't yet tell who it was but the contact was grounding, somehow. Straightening up and swiping at her eyes Luna tried to give Seifer a smile though it was wobblier than she intended.
"Forgive me, Lord Knight. Did you...did you need healing?"
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Swaying in the breeze
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There is a quirk of a blond brow, peaked with curiosity. Just what was Fujin doing? At first he wondered if she was running to hide behind the dear Commander, her clothes finally shown when faced with danger, but instead she stops between them. Well. That was interesting. Another performance of loyalty. It’s more likely she’s just afraid now and knows if she talks, it would be the last mistake crossing him she’ll make. He is not letting anyone get in the way between him and his freedom - he has to remember that.
“See? Positive. I’d listen to the little lady if I were you.”
Squall’s eyes narrow. Ice blues look around their imminent location, nothing there is no blood from them or from any monster that’s fresh near by. Seifer’s face is red despite that fake calmness. He’s pissed. Fujin has a fresh cut on her cheek and bounced off and away from Seifer. He’s spared enough with Seifer to know as much as he loved the sound of his own voice, screaming wasn’t part of it.
They’re lying. But ultimately, he can’t make them tell the truth, can he? No one’s ever been able to get Seier to do anything without it being his idea. So instead of focusing there, his gaze turns towards Fujin. She hates him, for reasons he doesn’t understand. Instead of asking, he felt it was just better to stay out of her way. He hates that feeling of still caring what people thought of him.
“…. Right. Just a reminder Seifer that we’re still in negotiations. If you harm anyone on Garden property, I can’t help you.”
“It’s me that’s helping you. Remember that.”
Squall exhales. He’s not indulging in this childish back and fourth. “Just stay out of trouble. You make people uneasy. Eyes are on you.”
“Well, I hope they’re getting my good side.~”
The conversation is going nowhere. Squall takes one last look at the two of them before being slow to leave, no doubt his ears still lingering. Seifer suspects someone will be tailing him for a while now, as long as he’s in here.
“Can you imagine, I make people feel uneasy.” He scoffs, feigning offence when the reality was he loved every second of hearing that. “You know I’m not thanking you.”
Fujin stood rooted in place, her full attention fixated on the commander as he felt the need to interrupt them. Her chest was heaving from the sheer amount of willpower it took her to not jump at the man and attack him, her frame visibly shaking.
While she resolved to not move her bad arm, the fist of the other was clenched almost painfully, jaw set. She knew better than to jeopardize Seifer’s chances of whatever it was he was negotiating here, but if she ran into Leonhart outside of Garden… well, her threat would likely have sounded a lot like what Seifer had just told her a few moments ago.
He wouldn’t be safe from her.
Fujin could see the looks of iceblue eyes as they darted about, trying to make sense of the whole situation but finding no evidence to what might have happened other than a friendly spar gone too rough.
She didn’t need him to believe them - didn’t even want it.
While both men exchanged words, Fujin stood rooted in place like a statue, gaze darkening by the second before she released a low hiss at the words Squall finally left them with.
By the moment Leonhart turned his back, her fist started unclenching and clenching again, hovering over where she had sheathed her Chakram, she having half a mind to pull it and have it lodge into the hated man’s back. As foul a move as that might have been.
“...BASTARD,” she finally hissed at length, releasing the breath she had been holding with it.
She was still rigid, her whole body tensed up and no way to release her fury, so without preamble she made a hasty turn towards the tall blond as he decided to address her again.
“RIDICULOUS!”
She wasn’t referring to the fact that people felt uneasy around Seifer, but to the display of the commander puffing himself up like that and sticking his hyne-bedamned nose into things that were none of his business.
Seifer’s next words had her breathe in deeply, before she shook her head. “NO NEED.”
As if she was out for him to be in her debt. He should know better.
Her gaze wandered up again then, thoughtful for a moment. Thinking about it, he did in fact not seem to know better anymore. If he ever had.
She hated that small kernel of doubt he had been able to sow within her and brushed it aside quickly. War changed people and if someone would be affected by that, it would be Seifer.
The tension lingering between them prior seemed to have evaporated, if only for the moment, so when Fujin sighed, she gave the tall blond a curt nod and, despite it all, the faintest smile.
“BALAMB TOWN.”
It’s where he would find her. Should he care to seek her out. To settle the score or whatever he might have on his mind then. For now, there was nothing she could think of to say, being incredibly bad at it at any rate.
Thus, she turned away from him, intending to leave the Training Center.
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"---And here, we'll be conducting our field exercises."
The royal steps beyond the gates, overlooking the plains and rolling mountains. "Its convenient. No wonder Garden picked such a closed, yet, varied area to conduct their training." Even still, Garnet knew her magical prowess far outdid the fiends over the land, despite not saying a word to her instructor.
"Yes, it is the most ideal environment for beginner combat; as well as a variant among elemental training. We heard the late queen wanted the best experience suitable to enhance your abilities. Our three headmasters decided Balamb was the perfect location to conduct your training. But I digress," Aki steps aside, crossing his arms over his chest, his stoic visage turning into an irritated glare, "It would seem Mr. Almasy is running late to attend his role. He will be going along as your support, and documenting your progress with decision making, battle success, and defeat. Not to mention offering advice towards your training. Though it seems he's still stuck in his ways..."
'Stuck in his ways?' Garnet could only guess what her instructor meant by that. But... wasn't it inappropriate to be late for field exercise?
If only she knew what was yet to come...
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‘ we aren’t a thing. ’ / rytir
She’s on the edge of his bed, in a borrowed t-shirt, trying to figure out a way to put her bra strap back together long enough to make it through an early morning meeting tomorrow, or if she’s going to have to sneak out early, run upstairs to her dorm, change, and hope she’s not late-- but when he says that, Xu can’t bury the scoff that comes out of her mouth.
“Of course not.”
The bra is abandoned; she leaves it on the floor, an expensive mistake. Should’ve known he’d tear right through delicate lace and straps that were already fragile, just to piss her off.
Instead, she flops back onto the mattress, tugging his arm across her waist so she can get close enough to leech some of his warmth
“Who gave you that idea?”
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