Medea Solheart

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Drautos: Thank you, Marshal.

Cor: You got that little vein popping out of your temple again, you okay?

Yeah, it is… is strange doesn’t it? Ugh -muttered, smiling a bit thinking about that man. Drautos was hard, actually she feared him when they met for the first time, he wasn’t a soft man that patted you or comforted you if you felt sad. No. But the day he saved her, his protective aggressive stand and warning against the attackers, felt like the most tender gesture from him.

Was never going to forget that.

Don’t worry, now I will make sure you stay fresh as a lettuce -laughed softly as she grabbed one of those skewers feeling how the taste was enough to make her stomach be grateful for it- Most of the others are from Galahd, are you as well? -asked curious- never felt really on the same boat as everybody, because I’m just a simple lucian from around the corner -spoke as she felt the need to get more of that meat- How did you end up joining? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.

Medea looked young, in fact, she was just three or four years older than Crowe, with sunkissed skin and olive green eyes. She wasn’t tall at all, but her complexion clearly spoke of a strong woman that took her time to keep the shape and strength.

But that day she looked tired, really tired and somehow looking at her closely, anyone could understand why the Captain of the glaives ordered her two weeks off duty. Her beautiful eyes were darkened by a shadow of lack of rest, her shoulders tensed, and seemed to carry a heavy weight that she probably was having trouble handling in silence.

Truth is that she didnt talked to anybody about it, now that she was thinking about it, didnt had any friends to tell anything to and that’s why she tried to focus that much on her work. To avoid thinking in shits that mattered but she could not solve by her own hand. So her smile to Crowe was warm and grateful for her company, her manners changed to ones welcoming and friendly.

Well, as I said, I am lucian… -muttered softly- but I was born in a working class household, father loved alcohol more than mom and me and he used to… well -continued- take it on mom, mom never wanted to leave him and never stopped him when he wanted to take it on my brother and I, so we both left home -said as she took her glass and drank a sip- my brother began to work in a factory and hardly had to survive, with time he found a girl that gave him a kid and they both moved together.

As she remembered that part of her family, a smile appeared on her lips- I lived on the streets for a while and I fell low, you know… hunger and cold sometimes makes you think of not so good solutions. I had my mind set on… working in some date house or something, I found a place and made my mind on what was going to be my life since that night, this is where I met the Captain, the first thing he asked me was my age and as soon as he knew, he told me “You are NOT going to do this, lets go” he saved me and told me that I was going to train until I couldn't feel my muscles and I was going to prove to myself that I was more than what I was planning to be.

As much as she would have wanted to be deep drunk, she wasn't… yet- Ah, yes he did, he is a mean old man but he has his small piece of warm heart deep inside him -muttered as she sighed now less soury- He wants us to be stronger, so if we find ourselves in a bad position, we can claw our way out of it -explained as she looked to her companion- Long story short… he rescued me when I was a stupid teen that ran from home, so I believe sometimes he just act up like a weird version of a parent?

She looked serene now- what it pains me about having two weeks off duty is that I will have too much time to think about personal issues -spoke softly- with what is left of my family -looking at the bartender, the woman muttered- Hey, get us those special skewers you have on the menú, please -the man nodded as she glared at Crowe- Guess, now I have a reason to don’t drink my pains out as I planned - smiled- I have seen you with Ulric´s team, I’m sorry I have never talked that much to you before. One of my many flaws: focus on work too much… but I’m getting vibes that I’m not the only one doing the same, am I wrong?

Her smile was warm even if she was troubled, the woman showed some silent gratitude to the sorceress for just being there- Allow me to invite you a few drinks, want to go to a better place after the skewers? You have probably saved my ass from a terrible night and I would like to both of us enjoy it all -laughed as in front of them appeared a plate with some delicious and freshly made meat and tomatoes skewers.

“That’s heavy.” Crowe mumbled as she took another drink. It seemed like Medea had a more personal history with Drautos. It was strange to think he had a personal anything; his life was his job. She had never seen him out of uniform. He never mentioned family or hobbies, or much of anything outside of work. No one knew where he lived. 

The only thing the Glaives did know was that he had also lost his homeland, long ago before they were even born. He also had a homeland that he was fighting for. Having a common goal like that made it easier to follow him. Sometimes it was as if they followed Drautos more than they served the Crown. 

The offer to go drinking together was still tempting, especially when the skewers showed up. Crowe helped herself to one. It didn’t have nearly as much spices on it as she was used to, but it was still delicious. 

Was never going to forget that.

Don't worry, now I will make sure you stay fresh as a lettuce -laughed softly as she grabbed one of those skewers feeling how the taste was enough to make her stomach be grateful for it- Most of the others are from Galahd, are you as well? -asked curious- never felt really on the same boat as everybody, because I'm just a simple lucian from around the corner -spoke as she felt the need to get more of that meat- How did you end up joining? If you don't mind me asking, of course.

Medea looked young, in fact, she was just three or four years older than Crowe, with sunkissed skin and olive green eyes. She wasn't tall at all, but her complexion clearly spoke of a strong woman that took her time to keep the shape and strength.

But that day she looked tired, really tired and somehow looking at her closely, anyone could understand why the Captain of the glaives ordered her two weeks off duty. Her beautiful eyes were darkened by a shadow of lack of rest, her shoulders tensed, and seemed to carry a heavy weight that she probably was having trouble handling in silence. 

“Did you come straight here after duty?” Crowe teased, coming up from behind the woman. What they did on their own time was their own business, but their superiors wouldn’t like to hear of uniformed Glaives indulging themselves at bars. It was a ballsy move.

She noticed Medea’s drink choice, as well as a few other people at the bar. This was a glass sort of place. Crowe didn’t know too much about drinks; she had been underaged when Lib and Nyx had had their bar, and there had been no convincing them to slip her something. They had been barely legal age to serve alcohol as it was. 

So she ordered whatever generic Lucian beer she could think of. It was doubtful this place would have any Galahdian brews. 

She was swallowing the rest of the liquor in a single motion when a known voice vibrated on her ears. Medea wasn’t fancy, but that bar was different of what she used to visit normally with the rest of the guys, that night didnt thought to find another glaive there. And even if she did it with the intention of being alone, deep inside she thanked the astrals for sending Crowe that way and sitting her beside her.

Shhhst, that’s my secret -answered with a shuckle as she taped the bar and the bartender served both women- Just when I need to drown nasty things -explained- THIS is my rebellious answer to what Drautos told me today -muttered softly. It was obvious that the glaive wanted to get drunk, as drunk as possible because something was spilling from inside her- I haven’t taken any vacations since I joined the glaives, never, I was okay not doing it, you know? Lots of double shifts, no free time, no free thinking in shits I dont want to think, but today -made a dramatic pause- today, after the reports on our mission Drautos told me “You all have done a great job, Medea, two weeks off for you, and NO buts” - tried as much as possible to mimic the Captain´s manners and tone.

She looked serene now- what it pains me about having two weeks off duty is that I will have too much time to think about personal issues -spoke softly- with what is left of my family -looking at the bartender, the woman muttered- Hey, get us those special skewers you have on the menú, please -the man nodded as she glared at Crowe- Guess, now I have a reason to don't drink my pains out as I planned - smiled- I have seen you with Ulric´s team, I'm sorry I have never talked that much to you before. One of my many flaws: focus on work too much… but I'm getting vibes that I'm not the only one doing the same, am I wrong?

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“Big toughies need cuddles too.”

“I see you’ve gone to bed… and that I am the bed.”

“Yeah yeah, big strong warrior don’t need snuggles- uh-huh.”

“Well this was my spot and you just happened to be part of it.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep your terrifying reputation in tact.”

“… absolute moron, what would you do without me?”

“You know what happens if you tell my secrets to the world.”

“Oh wow, I didn’t know grumpy expressions fed directly into cute.”

“Looks like I’ve got a backlogs of ‘I love you’ reminders to get through.”

“Think you’re gonna get away with this assault of hugs? I think not.”

“Could just admit you’re a sweetheart and get this facade over with.”

“Stoic and stalwart, I don’t need affection. I said ‘need’ not ‘want’. Different words.”

“Let me out of bed. I’ll fight you from the blankets.”

“I’m letting you pat my head for your benefit, not mine.”

“Can’t handle a hug? A tickle? Not at all?”

“Ulterior motives? We can’t do nice things for each other? I don’t blame you I am pretty suspicious.”

“I feel like we should be complaining about something petty while I brush your hair.”

“Diagnosis: you need to be squished.”

“If you’re so tough, get out of my arms lock. No, not a hug, an arms lock.”

“And the face cracked to reveal a hint of a smile. The legends were true!”

“Oh. Didn’t you get the memo? This is my favourite spot.”

“Hair looked a little too neat so

“Being adorable and being fierce and deadly are not mutually exclusive.”

" no, no, no! don't go, please, please don't go! "

" oh jesus, that's a lot of blood... "

" hey! h... oh. oh no. oh, god, please no... come on, we won, we won! you can't die! "

" please don't die. please don't leave me, come on, please! oh, damn you, don't go! "

" hey... hey, no, no, don't do that, don't close your eyes, you gotta stay awake! "

" you stubborn jackass, keep your eyes open! please! plea-- "

" no. no, no, jesus no... you keep your eyes on me, moron, because you promised me! remember?! you promised we'd make it out okay! "

" you just HAD to be the hero, huh? you had to make that stupid dumbass sacrifice! "

" please don't leave me. please... we've got so much to do, right? come on, now, i can't do that stuff on my own! "

" i love you. you hear that, you stupid idiot?! i love you! and if you want to hear that again, you better wake up and be okay! "

" where's [NAME]? wh-- oh... "

"one last fight, remember? that's what you said! one last fight and we go home! so come home, okay? bring your dumb ass home! "

" please don't go. "

" help's on the way, okay? don't do, don't do anything stupid. "

" but... i just got you back... "

" i never got a chance to say goodbye... "

" come on... come on, we have big plans, right? we have big plans, so you need to help me carry through! "

❝The glaive stands together, captain or no.❞

"Stand behind me."

"I won't let anything happen to you."

"Are you alright?"

"Where are you?"

"Who did this?"

"Stay here."

"You're hurt, so stay where you are."

"You can't be moving around like this in your state."

"Just let me protect you."

"Don't you hurt them!"

"Stay away from them!"

"I'll keep you safe."

"Do you trust me?"

"I want to keep you safe."

"Let me make sure the coast is clear."

"Hide under this."

"A pillow fort is the best protection."

"You're safe here."

"Let me hold you."

"I need to know you are safe."

"Don't do anything reckless for my sake."

"I know you can handle yourself, but I would feel better if you had backup."

"Take this. It will keep you safe."

"Don't go too far."

"Watch my back and I'll watch yours."

"I don't need protecting."

"You should look out for yourself first."

"Thank you for protecting them."

"You saved me."