#drachendive

“I’m looking for work.” The strange woman oozes confidence from every pore and follicle---and its probably why Aranea’s men let her into her tent without so much as a warning. She slams her hand down on Aranea’s desk so hard papers scatter. The stranger does not apologize. Nor will she. Aranea’s men look between each other, starting to think maybe it was a bad idea to escort her in here instead of escorting her out of their campsite.

“I hear you’re a mercenary. I’m a hunter. Officer ranking. But the work’s not always so steady--and I need to put food on the table. I hear you treat your company well and pay them fairly. You’re a good leader with a good head on ya shoulders. Good onya. That’s the kind of boss I want. I’m strong, fast, good with my hands, willing to do anything to get the kill and get the job done. Something tells me that’s the kind of company you wanna keep.”

Her accent is thick---she’s clearly foreign, as is her manner of dress. She doesn’t appear to be Lucian or Nif. Stranger and stranger.

       The snow was still falling, mildly, flakes drifting windlessly down, the air moist, and the ground of freshly lain snow felt mushy under Prompto's boots. The subtle crunch underfoot as he strode forward and the best bit of all... the sight of low hanging shafts of sunlight illuminating the sparkling whitened scene before him. The tent was set and all that was left was campfire and food to satisfy their needs. And then he’d asked Aranea to take a selfie with.

       He’d not expected what happened next, lips pursed tightly so no snow could make his tongue taste. He brought a gloved hand up and brushed the snow off his face but it felt like many fingers were pinching at his cheeks now.

       “But—“ he was pouting now and looking over at the phone that was handed to him. He could only see his surprised face covered in ice-white dust and Aranea standing next to him with what was looking like a genuine smile. At least, that was caught pretty well. The blond snorted, shaking his head a little.

       "Yeah, very funny.” But he was also chuckling at the scenario.

                      ❝ MISS, YOU WOULDN’T HAPPEN TO know where one could find a, ah   ––––– Quetzalcoatl, would you?” A thin-fingered, gloved hand comes up to adjust the thick scarf obscuring neck and face. “I have a need for its skin and spines for - artisanal crafting.”

He tried, heaven knows he tried to keep himself going. To keep a positive attitude even in the face of near-unending darkness. But experiment or not in the end Prompto was still all too human and sooner or later he always fell into the spiral of self doubt and guilt again

So there he was, head in one hand and a mug in the other, just looking for a little relief. Which of course had to be interrupted by hard-kind words from seemingly out of nowhere. How long had she been standing there watching him? He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

For a moment Prompto wanted to protest that he wasn't a kid anymore. But the words caught in his throat, feeling like he deserved that kind of sentiment after all. So instead the blond sighed and shook his head.

"No it's not gonna fix it. I just... thought it could hold it at bay for a little while though." Not the best answer he knew and that only added to the shame he was already feeling creep up into his cheeks.

          ❛ so -- you’re going to save me, and then walk away without even telling me what your name is? ❜ kairi called out after the stranger, donned heavy in silver embellishments and garments so opposite to kairi’s own wardrobe. it made her feel so out of place, yet still, she dared a step forward, continuing. ❛ at least let me say thank you to your face. ❜

          it was strange. one moment, she’d been surrounded by enemies, struggling to keep them from swallowing her whole with their strikes -- until she’d been saved, the unexpected visitor slicing through her attackers as if they were nothing more than flies. the next moment, her saviour had been strutting away, as if they’d never been involved at all. kairi couldn’t understand it.

          ❛ why... why are you choosing to fight alongside us? ❜

♛✧･ﾟ:*Masquerade Ball Starters | not accepting

☆  ▌┊ ❛ —— 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎. ” A gentle laugh escapes the young ambassador’s lips as she feels the apples of her cheeks warm delightfully at her words. To think that the free-spirited Dragoon of Niflheim would pay her such compliments; so unexpected they were, yet riveting all the same.

Dazzling as her eyes may be, she finds them paling in comparison to the exquisite beauty that is Aranea Highwind, who on this rarest of occasions had shed her trademark dragon mail and lance in exchange for delicate fabrics and precious gems. Whoever knew the lady of war could garner the attention of so many with just a single sweep of her gown? Truly, her charisma inspires awe.

“ Might you be gracing us with your presence for the entirety of the night? Do not disappoint me with your answer now. ” The maiden of stars smiles playfully at @drachendive, hoping the lady mercenary’s unanticipated appearance would be anything but short.

She’ll be reserved for you!