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lol @ ur dating profile
/dies of embarrassment
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FROM: @aeriium
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THANKS ARANEA WOW THAT’S THE NICEST THING YOU’VE EVER CALLED ME WHAT A CUTE PET NAME IT’S ALMOST LIKE WE COULD BE DATING OR SOMETHING WOULDN’T THAT BE FUNNY HAHAHAHAHA …… HA HA ……. HAH ………….
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“he’d be dead without you,” she thinks he ought to know. the remark leaves her lips and seeps into their silence, utterly unsolicited and devoid of all shame. they sit apart in the dead of night, while her fingertips acquaint themselves with the tender patch of flesh blooming a pretty purple beneath her left eye: a souvenir earned from an earlier battle. “you know that…. right?” [lowkey appreciatin' my man fITE ME IRL]
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HE HAD ASSUMED that she’d already taken her leave with the others, to salvage what measly hours of darkness they have left for an attempt at a good night’s sleep. Or, perhaps, that she had simply grown disinterested by his quiet company. Regardless, neither is the case. She lingers, a shadow sitting far to his left, faintly illuminated by the dwindling flames of a forgotten campfire. Ignis turns at the sound of her voice, slowly -- for his bones still ache from a day’s worth of toil.
❝ He’d be a bit worse for wear, perhaps, but still very much alive. ❞ He’s aware of his strengths, and his value to the team, but there’s a ferocious respect for his comrades that cannot be swayed. ❝ I’m not the only one seeing to it that Noct arrive to Altissia in one piece. ❞
CAREFULLY DOES HE shift again, two emeralds peering through the gloom. ❝ Speaking of... How is that eye of yours? ❞
to wander unarmoured is to welcome DEATH— so the world has come to. thus, seldom is the dragoon caught without protective layer upon layer— battle-worn and combat-ready. on this occasion, however, she strips hands free from their leathery confinement, fingers flexing— welcoming the night's chill. and with them she will graze his shoulder, his neck, his cheek, his lower lip— ever bold in action and feasting upon his every flaw beneath a touch so soft. “kiss me.”
SHE IS BEAUTIFUL. No, he cannot admire the pearlescent shimmer of her eyes under the starlight’s dim glow. Nor is he able to marvel at her moon-drenched tresses, the way they brush against porcelain skin with every breath of the evening’s breeze. Yet still, he listens to the sweep of leather as she reveals more than merely flesh – perhaps also a fleeting glance into the enigmatic woman herself. He ignites beneath her every touch -- a touch so gentle from a warrior so fierce -- fingertips trailing fire along his skin, working their way closer to the battered scars that curse his face. He does not flinch. He does not retract. He welcomes the warmth that she restores to his numbed existence.
And for that, she is beautiful.
HAND LIFTS until it rests upon her cheek, slow and steady as if to remind himself that, yes, she is here. Even amidst the darkness, she is here. And perhaps she’ll decide to stay a while. Unhurried, slender fingers wander into her silken veil of hair, moving strands away from the face he longs to see.
❝ How can I not? ❞
ONLY BUT A WHISPER, for that is all they need. He leans forward first, noses brushing just a bit clumsily while he seeks the source of her breath. Lips meet at long last, and though moments so precious are precarious little things, he revels in the one they’ve been given.
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naught but a flimsy cane to guide his every step— an unreliable substitution. PATHETIC, even. so a deft hand falls to clasp a broad shoulder, easing the blinded into regaining balance. and once steadied, she relinquishes her hold entirely. “take it easy there, specs.”
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FOOTFALLS carry him onward, confident & sure, despite the unseeable terrain that lies ahead. Though, perhaps, not quite careful enough for one not yet accustomed to the darkness. Cautious pace will only slow them down, he knows, and foolish pride refuses to accept blame for such a burden. He will endure. He must.
YET, ah, how he despises pity. And so, well-meaning hand is hastily misinterpreted, born from frustration, as wavering step is helped back to steadiness.
❝ Do spare me your sympathies. I am fully aware of my own limitations. ❞
CURT and pithy is his retort, though it summons his temper back to a cooled temperature, almost instantly. Harrowed sigh flees tightly drawn lips, and agile hand lifts to adjust the spectacles atop chiseled nose; merely a habitual gesture, for they serve such little purpose now.
❝ … My apologies, Aranea. I do appreciate your help. ❞