half-noble.

“Well. I try.” He gives a soft shrug. he doesn’t really, but first impressions were great for when they were helping you walk home after one too many at the Tavern. 

“Oh. I wouldn’t worry. I don’t stab things unless they really ask for it. And since you like me, I don’t see that happening.” Wink, wink.

❝ Well, aren’t you the gentlemen? Kael could sure learn a lot from you. ❞  

aida snickers, winking back at him with a smirk on her face and hand on her hip. she then jokes with him.

aida stood still and rigid, staring at the other near her. she was known to be suspicious of others - not as if she didn’t care, but rather to make sure they would not pull a dagger on her.

it was an awful thing to assume of others, that she knew. but she’d been on the brink of death so often, it was a familiarity, like a part of her, along with her suspicions. 

she stood tall and almost proud, a blank expression on her face. her fingers brush against the sword on her hilt, the dagger hidden up her sleeve, her breath held. she speaks, her voice clear.

“Then I’ve made a large accomplishment, now haven’t I?” he crooned, chuckling as his own icy blue eyes locked on hers. “I’ll see what I can do to get those at the Silk to make something complimentary for my skin.”

At the wedding comment, he laughed. “Oh, Goddess, do you really want everyone ogling me?” He shifted his hand a bit, attempting to intertwine their fingers.

❝ Oh, I could go with! We can get matching outfits! I wonder how our group would react. ❞

she snickers softly, moving her own hand so their fingers interlocked, and she squeezed tightly. she moves just slightly closer to him.

“Well that’s simple enough,” he mused, a sly smirk crossing his features. “I’d just have to cut my shirt to expose ninety percent of my chest, have pants that barely cover what’s there, and all around just be something you won’t want to tear your pretty green eyes away from.”

❝ You already are number three, Zandy. Though these pretty green eyes wouldn’t mind seeing you in that outfit, bad boy. ❞

aida said in a soft, sing-song like voice. her hand relaxed over his and she laughed. gently, quiet like wind.

“Wh-What?! No, Aida, I wouldn’t ever think of stabbing you! Goddess, I don’t want to add to the marks that marr you, okay? No.” He looked away, swallowing hard.

“You’ll… have to specify what kind of bad, Aida… There’s too many definitions for me to know which one you mean right now…” He glanced at her, a sheepish blush on his face.

❝ Joking, Zandy, joking! ❞

her voice got panicked for a second, her hand tightening. she blinks, biting her lip. oh, bad time to joke, aida. she pauses for a second while listening to him, her eyes wide like a child’s.

❝ Well, definitely not bad bad, like Kael or Synius. More bad like, like.. a flirty Adeshian boy in the Silk. ❞

Zander’s cheeks flushed a deep violet at her words, knowing well enough that she’d misconstrued them. Nevertheless, he too was impaired and just sighed, gripping at her hand.

“I-I can be bad…,“ he mumbled, looking away. "I can’t be bad like Kael or Diego but I can be bad…”

❝ I don’t really think I’d want you to be bad like Kael, or Diego either. What, are you planning to stab me now too? ❞

aida snorts, her ‘serious’ look turning quickly back to a ridiculous smile.

Zander kept silent, downing the remainder of the wine before looking away. He coyly toyed with the empty bottle, nearly dropping it and making a sound a lot like spluttering at her comment.

“W-Wait what? That’d… be bad…?”

her vision is slightly impaired from alcohol. she squints, then moves closer to zander, almost leaning herself onto him. she laughs quietly, her eyes on the bar counter.

❝ Be bad? Well, Zandy, you can certainly be bad. ❞

“Aida I mean it!” he said, a slight whine to his voice. “It’s not fun!”

Immediately Zander froze. Did he really just call her perfect? The blush on his cheeks was no longer from the alcohol, but from embarrassment. “Umm… M…Maybe…?” He groaned, looking at her. “Ach… Yes. I do. By Eanna, you’re perfect to me, all right? You’re amazing and beautiful and just… so… damn… perfect.”

aida is silent for a couple minutes, taking in the words. the alcohol is making it harder for her to process than it should be - her brows furrowed as she takes the bottle, and takes a long drink from it, close to finishing it off.

she’s silent for a bit more, before she smirks.