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       He liked it being quiet in this little convoy, but now there’s another one here, and her staring is making him uncomfortable. So what’s he going to do? Like any mature adult, he’s going to stare back, but also he’s going to remove his eyepatch just to freak her out a little, with the best stink face he can manage. To see if she’ll look away.

❣-                             “ you could’ve still laughed. there’s certainly nothing stopping you.. ”

he sighed, watching the girl walk away, looking as if laslow had complimented her chest the moment he laid eyes on her. he thought he’d done a pretty decent job with staying under control today, yet he’d still managed to piss her off. perhaps his talent wasn’t that he couldn’t get a date- it was being able to offend a woman in five seconds or less.

❣-                             “ i told her she was a beauty only the gods themselves could rival, and that her voice made my heart stop in it’s tracks. then i gave her a flower, and.. well, i’m sure you can see the rest. ”

       When Edge hears just what this guy had said to piss off such a pretty girl, he can’t help it. He laughs. He laughs so hard he hunches over, and deep guffaws leave him in a brief coughing fit before he recovers, handing back the now bare flower as he wipes a tear from his eye.

              “Well, ain’t you a Casanova? Maybe she thought you were fuckin’ with her?”

Not that Edge ever claimed to know how the female mind worked. It’s still a massive mystery to him; he still hasn’t cracked the code as to why women don’t think going out to war isn’t a fantastic first date idea. He’s had more than his fair share of being turned down, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to tell this guy such sad truths. Oh no, as far as this stranger knows, Edge could be a master with the ladies.

                         (After all, he doesn’t have much going on in the looks department.)

With her belongings packed and loaded upon the carriage, the sorceress made her way through the encampment with tome and grimoire on person as the Shepherds prepared to set off towards their next campaign… however, a lone figure obstructs her path which causes her to halt in midstep.

Amethyst orbs lift from marred skin to lock onto his lone golden eye before her lips finally parted for speech.

“I neither inquired nor care. Should you continue to pester me, you may find yourself with missing limbs come daybreak.” She blatantly threatened without a trace of humor.

How quaint… It seemed as though their ragtag band of misfits adopted yet another stray.

She’s not exactly tall, dark, and sensual, but... two out of three ain’t bad. And it’s clear to him that she has absolutely no interest in him. Well, beyond the way her eyes seem to drag over the deep scar on his cheek. Not that it’s a first. He’s used to people taking in the scars and eyepatch first... Honestly, he would be doing it too.

        “That’s a challenge I’d like to take you up on.”

He should know by now that swords against magic rarely turn out well, especially at long-distance squirmishes. And if she plans on chopping off limbs in his sleep, well. He’ll be at a bit of a disadvantage. Especially being in the convoy.

    “…Ground you?” Brows furrow as she rolls the expression over her tongue–it’s unfamiliar to her, and it seems at times that just when she believes she’s grasped the breadth of the Ylissean tongue, a new phrase finds a way to remind her just how much she doesn’t know. “Well, no. That’s not….that’s not really up to me, anyway.” A little shrug follows her words. His posturing, though calculated, remains entirely unnoticed, so used to other towering over her is she.

    “But I would like to remind you that I make strategies for a reason, and it’s best if you at least try to stick to the plan.” A scowl flits across her features, gone almost as soon as it comes, an unbidden expression that she’s hardly aware of, even if it does match the faint stirrings of irritation in her chest. “I wouldn’t stick you in the convoy, but I do have the authority to make sure you remain permanently off the battlefield. And if I think you’re a liability to the rest of my Shepherds, I will.” 

    Edge doesn’t like to be controlled, but that doesn’t mean he’s some petulent child. No, he understands that wars have rules and tacticians make battle plans for a reason. He knows that he shouldn’t have run ahead like that, chasing down an enemy that had tried to flee, only to be covered in their blood when the Shepherds caught up. But, hey. At least she won’t ground him.

               “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

That scowl is deep, and he feels like he’s just been swatted on the palm for disobedience. Though, perhaps it hits him more that she’s being serious. Not being allowed on the battlefield is worse than being grounded. He’d rather throw himself on an enemy pike than have that taken away from him. But is running ahead really putting the Shepherds in danger...? It’s probably best not to argue that point.

❧{ ❝ Ah!? No! I’m twenty– one? Oh- No I’ll be twenty one! Right now I’m twenty! Ah- I don’t get what you mean mister grumpie looking guy, what’s not right up where? Oh– GoGo you stop that-❞

Although Goetia’s pages flip angrily, Lady reaches and grabs the dark tome from where it floated between them and hugs it tight to her chest. The tome, obviously not happy about this, struggles against the Mage’s hold but gives up after a while. Something about this guy had upset Goetia, Lady wasn’t sure what it was though.. He just looked like a grumpie! And.. Sounded like one too.

❧{ ❝ GoGo is not a book! GoGo is my friend! Wait- You can understand Goetia?! Whoa! That’s so cool! So- So I’m not weird? Other people can understand tomes too?!❞

By this point she’s practically sparkling, peering up at the other with wide green eyes as if she’d just seen the most wonderful thing on the face of the earth! 

    Twenty. This girl woman is twenty. And she’s calling her book GoGo, and him a grumpie, and he just watches as she restrains the tome that is clearly not happy with him and his attitude. But when she gets closer, eyes so wide and gleeful, he wonders if he missed something.

             “Well yeah, ‘course I can understand. I’m a weapon, too.”

Maybe that was too much information... But it’s not like it’s a secret. Though it’s worth putting it out there... Maybe she is too, if she can understand her tome like that. 

                             “...What’s a grumpie anyway?”

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       to everyone that’s out there with toxic families, or just alone today;

                                 you can make it through this.

i know for me, holidays are the days i loathe out of the year. thanksgiving is painful, christmas makes me a grinch, and it’s the icing on the cake that this is my first thanksgiving with my newly divorced mom who has been yelling at me since i woke up. i’m going to be spending the day as a cishet Normal Person™  with an aunt and uncle that constantly compare me to their stepson. immediately after dinner, i’m going to an empty house to dogsit for a lady that lives a half hour away. today is gonna suck.

and maybe today is gonna suck for you too. but no matter who you’re spending it with, know that i care. i love you. no one should have to suffer through the holidays, and i hope you can find a little happiness in the season. after all, you can eat mashed potatoes today. how cool is that.

                         have a good thanksgiving, or as good as you can.                                        you can make it through this.                                         if you need to talk, i’m here.

                                     i love you

Honestly, Bryn has hoped she wouldn’t be followed.  Upon hearing Edge’s voice, she flinched, downing the rest of her drink and slamming the glass on the table, not caring if it broke or not.  She could easily fix it.  Quietly, she stood, keeping her head lowered and hoping her short stature would keep her hidden amongst the tavern goers.  She knows she can’t run from this forever, but her fists clench at her sides.  Right now, she wasn’t in the mood to talk.  But she will.  Not before taking the empty glass and throwing it at him.

❝  Go away, Edge !!  Didn’t I tell you I was done ?!  I don’t care anymore !!  Just leave me alone !!  You….I wish I’d never met you, jerk !!❞

She’s screaming at him now, and the few people in the tavern have gone silent, staring at them as Bryn’s breaths come heavily.  She’s angry, hurt, upset.  But perhaps most of all, she’s disappointed.  She’d thought she had a friend in him.  But clearly she was wrong.

❝  You should’ve told me sooner that you didn’t care !!  So just…..Get out !!  Don’t talk to me again !!❞

As she shouts, she makes her way over to him, shoving him into the wall.  Her eyes sting with angry tears she’s trying her best to hold back.  Why did he do this to her ??  She tries her best to form an angry expression, but all that’s visible in wavering violet eyes is heartache, an all too familiar expression.

      He didn’t have time for a moment of relief at finding the tome, an arm raising quickly to block a glass that shatters against the floor. They’ve certainly made a scene, with patrons and staff alike trailing off their conversations to watch. He sees the bar owner reaching for a club behind the counter, should the need to intervene arise, but Edge can’t afford to give him any attention. He only has one eye, and it’s focusing on Brynhildr.

             “Give me one damn second to talk--!”

He’s more surprised than anything when she shoves him back, eye widening as he looks down at her. It’s not raw fury that he sees there, but... a hurt. A hurt that he put there. One that he, aloof and ignorant, has set aflame.

                                          It shouldn’t be so familiar to him.

Edge spares a brief look around the tavern, seeing that the barkeep isn’t even hiding the club any longer, and a couple of the bigger patrons have stood, terrified what he may do to a woman so much smaller than him.

      Breath escapes him in an almost growl, and hands reach out to grab her by her shoulders, to keep her from getting away from him. Someone pipes up from the crowd to let her go!

           He leans down, speaking through gritted teeth.

❝  So what ??  I like my alcohol sweet, sue me.  We can’t all be raging alcoholics like you.  And no.  You don’t need to be drinking.❞

Neither did she.  He was right, she had to be functioning tomorrow, Leo depended on her, after all.  She frowns at his last sentence though.  So that’s what was weighing him down.  Frowning, she takes another drink of the sake, still not enjoying the way it tasted, but alcohol was alcohol when it came down to it.

❝  And so what if I have to work tomorrow ?? I can handle a little hangover, Edge.  I’m a big girl, y’know. ❞

Setting the bottle aside, she flops back on the couch beside him, arms crossed and lips in a full fledged pout.  She always got a little childish when she drank.  That is, if she wasn’t angry.  But tonight, she wasn’t drinking to forget pain, she was drinking to help soothe it.

      Shit. He let it slip.

                              “Yeah, you don’t need to drink either.”

      He refuses to look at her, instead dropping his eyes to the table. When she flops back, he grabs the bottle back, nursing it for a moment before putting it down, pursing his lips as the drink burns his throat. At least he can get drunk... He can get drunk and forget and just be buzzed for a night. It helps him sleep, helps him keep his composure... It just... helps. And it isn’t like he has a master that he has to be sober for, so why bother?

             He continues to ignore her pout, knowing two can play this game. So he just idly sips at his sake, eye unfocused and looking in the distance. He wonders what tomorrow will bring, if he can avoid a hangover by drinking in the morning. Maybe he can just... sleep, now. Forget about today, all this... Forget about trying to cater to Brynhildr’s worry...

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