Aranea Highwind

@dragoonandspear  ||  lIKED the STARTER CALL

THE COMMANDER WAS silent as he observed the happenings of Lestallum from a viewpoint on high, arms leaning idly against the stone barrier of which prevented him from falling, unceremoniously downward. T’was easy, from where he was, to hear the workings of the power station behind though he paid little mind to it. “And why are you here?” 

       She walked forth to him, her steps like a slinking panther, with her arms crossed in front of her chest. She'd waited a moment until he realised her presence. Once his voice was heard, Aranea's lips curved up into a kittenish smile. Her gaze, however, turned to look down at the landscape as she’d approached a tad closer to the barrier.

@bladesandkittens

       “Sounds good. Guessing you’re dying ofthirst too. I’ll go get us some cool drinks.” She’d replied a moment before adding, “You guys go on ahead. I’ll join in a bit.” 

@thundaraborn​

❥      𝘕𝘖𝘕 - 𝘚𝘌𝘟𝘜𝘈𝘓   𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘚   𝘖𝘍   𝘋𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌 // @esxensio

[ beckon ] your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking.

       During the night, the landscape grows still, all the bright airiness of the day fades, darkness falls over it like a velvet blanket and all that’s left is the low emergency lighting that throws long green beams across the facade. There’s not even a breeze to disrupt them but the slightest breath of movement momentarily blocks the light, swirling mist with soft blurred edges seeping through the pores in the wall they were hiding behind now. It’s the sort of movement that’s seen on the peripherals of vision, the kind that breeds rumors of monsters lurking in the dark dragging the shadows with them like coeurls.

❥      𝘕𝘖𝘕 - 𝘚𝘌𝘟𝘜𝘈𝘓   𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘚   𝘖𝘍   𝘋𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌 // @esxensio

[ DRY ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath 

       She was drying his hair with a towel,carefully rubbing it against his scalp while her hands massaged his spiky locksthrough the fabric.

       Once she was done, she’d removed the towelbefore running her gloveless fingers through his hair to fix it by memory ofhow he usually kept it like. She knew he would take care of that but it was funto mess with it at times.

𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘏𝘶𝘨 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘭 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 // @esxensio

       She could feel a pair of arms wrap around her shoulders and pull her down. Though slightly remonstrative, the woman laid one hand on the surface of the mattress and the other on top of Noctis' abdomen. She sunk into the warmth of his side, though via leaning on her arms she'd not let herself get down that easily. It was a natural reaction after all. The Commodore raised the hand off his abdomen so instead she could grip one of his around her shoulder and pin it down.

𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 // @esxensio

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand.

       Aranea glances upward, her mouth pursed but slightly open and loose. Her eyes are fixed, slightly narrowing at the little, unexpected weight on her back. She shifts to look at the other’s hand now withdrawing from her back. It didn’t seem to linger for her to mind it. 

@esxensio

@esxensio

@esxensio

       Another day and the Prince wasoversleeping and Aranea had enough of that. If she had to drag him out of thetent then so be it. She grasped on his leather collar and nudged his head withher palm to let him know what will happen to him next.

      Her fingers curled tightly around thefabric as she began tugging. She had removed her armour due to the hot weatherso now the toned muscles on her arm were puffed out at the weight they werepulling. Soon she’d ridden him from the bed and opened the tent’s entrance soshe could drag him exactly where they were training yesterday as well.

🇩​🇪​🇹​🇦​🇮​🇱​🇪​🇩​ 🇦​🇨​🇹​🇮​🇴​🇳​ 🇵​🇷​🇴​🇲​🇵​🇹​. // @esxensio

       She squinted, tilting her head backwardswhile making an expression depicting disgust. He was too close for her to favorit. In fact, sniffing her? Just like that? Hellno you don’t.

       Aranea shoved a gloved hand right into hisface and pushed him away. Actually, her fingers gripped onto his face so thatshe could fling him to the side and out of her personal space.

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       She could’ve sworn just yesterday Noctiswas fine and healthy and today a message came that he’d ended up in thehospital.

       “Are you kidding me..??” she’d stomped through the halls, a nurse from the back was calling out to her to at least slow down.As much as she was in a hurry she stopped right before the door and raised ahand to knock but didn’t wait to open it.

       “How many times—.” she stopped herself asshe’d inhaled deeply to calm herself and gradually exhale. The Commodore turned around toclose the door quietly and sat on one of the chairs as she could clearly seethe Prince was sleeping. How unsurprising. But she had time, for now.

🇸​🇴​🇲​🇪​  🇴​🇳​🇪​  🇼​🇴​🇷​🇩​  🇵​🇷​🇴​🇲​🇵​🇹​🇸​ // @esxensio

       "Hold still andstop making a fuss. Not my fault you don't listen when I told you to stop beingso reckless. Could’ve been worse. How hard do you have to get your stubborn head hit to get it?." Aranea could understand tending wounds around the shoulder areawas the worst, especially when a nerve was infected and the medicine stung butthere was no other way around. She’d broken a potion at the injured area and nowit only had to be bandaged. Being able to identify the tissue types within awound is an essential skill when caring for wounds. And Aranea was required totake quick action whenever she or an ally was harmed. Incorrect identificationcan have serious consequences, or simply lead to ineffective treatment andprolonged healing.

🇳​🇴​🇳​🇻​🇪​🇷​🇧​🇦​🇱​ 🇸​🇹​🇦​🇷​🇹​🇪​🇷​🇸​ // @a-foxy-messenger

       The bump to her leg had her look down to see a creature she hadn’t exactly seen before. It looked like a fox more or less. It was small so she wasn’t able to see it moving towards her at first.