#higherglaive

"When I said that maybe you should add a dress in your wardrobe to impress that guy that's been eyeing you every time we’re at the bar, I didn't mean drag me along in the process."

She’s lucky that she was smart enough to ask him in front of Libertus that would back her up and send him on his merry way on their next day off. Nyx is a hundred percent certain she's solely doing this to mess around with him, a passive-aggressive way of saying 'fuck you'. Granted, he's definitely earned it, but at this point it's something to be expected between the duo --- bickering back and forth, snide remarks, trying to get underneath the others skin without actually insulting/offending them in the process. You know, like brothers and sisters do.

Crowe was like a younger sister to him, not that he'd ever admit that. Ever. That'd imply he liked her and he was certain she'd hold that against his ass until the end of his days if he ever admitted that under his breath. 

"That dress looks too bland on you, by the way. You sure you didn't want the coerul-pattern dress in the other aisle? I can get it for you. I insist."

crowe: cheering inappropriately

     ✯ℑ𝔤𝔫𝔦𝔰;;– Ignis felt absolutely livid, but he couldn’t imagine how she must feel. He wasn’t angry at her-- Rather, he was angry at the low breed of cretin would go around spreading an absolute lie. While Ignis had a fine job where he had, it didn’t mean he thought any less of the Kingsglave, quite the opposite actually. As far as he could recall, she never gave him a reason to use such vulgarities and slander, and he never did any such thing.

It was dark at the promised hour, when the vault of stars were at their highest on the expansive plains of Leide. A veldt expansive to endlessness, hot and desolate but cold and chattering at night. It was beautiful, Lunafreya thought, but in her new charge there was no such time for dalliances. It was only the goal, the end, and the demise of everything to do with the eradication of the transgressors that were the empire of Niflheim. 

At the Prairie Outpost, the woman waited, clad like a phantom and waited like an angel bowed over a cemetery monument. No one bothered her, and it was with meaning.

She was not interested in the fleeting ordinary. Not anymore.

“Maybe I should have tell you this sooner, but I’m sure Lady Lunafreya would have been really happy to know you better. She needed friends... so fucking much.” Aranea stated, looking at the glaive as they were both sitting around the campfire. They had hunted together that day. It wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time Aranea felt the NEED to tell her something like this. At first, she wasn’t sure she could trust Crowe, and she knew the other was feeling the same. But with time, it had come quite naturally, maybe because they were both strong warriors who kept so many things bottled up. She felt like maybe they could understand each other, somehow.

He was much more comfortable at the bar than he was on the stage. So far, at least, but that might be because of his inexperience. The club was just open, but still quiet. Pelna was leaning on the bar, just looking around. 

Sparring/Training Sentence Starters

She held the ice pack to her face and glared at Crowe.