#final fantasyv

“Happy Christmas, Gav,” she said in return, offering him a bright smile. Why was she standing off to the side? She’d started to feel a little hot, after perhaps one too many mulled ciders, and needed a little air. She didn’t mind her little slice of solitude being invaded by Gav, but as she’d been smiling up at him she suddenly realized why no one else might have joined her.

Above them hung a sprig of mistletoe and the blush in her cheeks brought about by alcohol deepened. She blinked, gaze meeting his, and she was about to say something about not having noticed the mistletoe before, but the words died on her lips. The kiss to her cheek was chaste, but it made her blush harder all the same.

“Gav,” she sighed, exasperation and a warning woven into her tone. “A sore muscle is nothing, a limp like that is definitely something,” she pointed, silently ordering him to limp his ass to the infirmary.

“You’re a mess, you know that?” But as upset as she was that he was trying to hide an injury, even if it was small, she understood the sentiment. She was a terrible patient herself, but they needed him to be at his best. His work was important.

@lionheartedscout asked - Enter Gav with a cake that he swears is edible. “A little birdie told me it was your birthday. So…Happy Birthday, Melody!”

She was a healer, but more importantly she was a woman trying to survive in a world hellbent on destroying her and everything she held dear. Like hell she would let that happen without going down swinging. When she’d seen Gav in danger she had reacted, not even realizing what she was doing until the sword was already through the attackers chest.

It was life or death, and she refused to lose Gav.

The sword in her hands didn’t feel as heavy as she thought it should and her gaze shifted to the body between them for a moment. Killing was ugly business, but it was necessary sometimes. Blue eyes found his before immediately picking up on his injury. 

Her eyes and nose were red and puffy from crying and she hated for anyone to see her like this. The fact it had been Gav to find her was a blessing and a curse. She’d wiped the tears away and stemmed the flow the moment she’d heard footsteps, but there was no hiding the fact that something was wrong.

It was cute that his first worry was that she was hurt, physically. 

“Just a letter from home,” she murmured, the letter tucked safely away in her pocket. She’d already gotten it wet with her tears, smudging the ink. 

She sniffled, quickly chasing a stray tear away before she looked up in an effort to keep from shattering all over again. She couldn’t afford to get lost in her grief. She had people relying on her and everyone had lost someone dear to them; she wasn’t special and the world didn’t stop for her or anyone else.