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It came with adventuring - with his clientele being as they were, Shaun Gilmore knew this better than most. And yet, as Vax was changing his shirt, his heart couldn’t help but crack just a little at the sight of the marks scattered across the smaller man’s body. Perhaps because he had an idea what caused those marks, and what he had to endure to survive.

“… you are quite the handsome man, Vax’ildan.”

The shirt is quickly pulled over his head, sliding down to cover the scars again but the half-elf can imagine what Shaun must be thinking. He’s quick to move over to him, arms wrapping around his waist before leaning up to kiss him. “I’d say the same about you.”

Now that the trio was out of the States and finally didn’t have to be constantly looking over their shoulders in the event that they might be caught, Alice was feeling much more relaxed. Now she actually enjoyed every day, instead of having to cower in fear of what the future holds for them. She also came to realize that she was very fond of snuggling up to Kara, or Luther, or even the both of them at the same time, finding comfort in being held by them as they rested. 

G A S P !!

{ ☾ } “T-Tidus..? W-what are you doing?” The summoner was lost in confusion and was taken off guard by his movements as she was literally t h r o w n over his shoulder. Well, it didn’t take much for her being picked up when.. she weighed light as a pillow, practically. For Yuna, she was curious what made him proceed to do something like this.

Maybe he wanted to show her something like a surprise or it could be just about anything. Only one way to find out.

“C’mon, we’re gonna miss it!” No one could blame Tidus for being excited and even if the enthusiasm was a bit over the top, it came from a good place. He carried her down to the beach, running as fast as he could without risking dropping Yuna. 

It was no surprise to anyone, really. There was always someone wanting to pick a fight and who were they to say no when there was already a fight being swung their way? Vax watched the gunslinger kick at one of the others, snorting at his comment. “Percival, please. We all know I’m your favourite.” 

He barely finished his sentence before ducking out of the way from a swing, barely paying attention to where it came from. Maybe he was a little drunk. The rogue made a displeased noise before jumping at the half-orc that had knocked Percy over, managing to knock him down as well easily enough despite the half-orc being at least three times his size.

Vax had never truly understood Grog’s rage until he threw that punch. The pain in his knuckles from the impact was exactly what he’d wanted. It rung and jolted throughout his entire arm in the most weirdly pleasant way. He wanted to scream until his throat was raw but words would never get through Percival’s thick, pompous skull. 

His sister, the only thing he has left, died because of him. It didn’t matter how anymore, none of it mattered. She was back and fine but gods was he going to pay a price cleaning up after Percy’s mess. It was a price the rogue would gladly pay day after day if it meant his sister was going to be just fine, but it was so pointless. She would’ve been fine if he’d maybe stopped and thought about what he was doing for one damn second. 

This was his fault and the fact that he simply accepted the punch made it so much worse. Vax wanted a fight, wanted to watch that self preservation kick in like it always did with assholes like him and yet it didn’t. He takes a breath, fists clenched at his sides but they shook. 

The urge to hit Percy again was slowly fading, falling back into the exhaustion he’d felt before. He was no barbarian, he wasn’t as strong as Grog.