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"There you are. I've been looking for you," Benedikta called out once she saw Aranea, arms crossing over her chest as she offered the dragoon a faint smile in greeting.

She had just arrived back from visiting Kupka and she was tired. The moment she had thought she had a moment to herself, Sleipnir had showed up with orders about a new mission. So much for resting. Oh, how she wished to scratch that smug smile off of the Lord Commander's pretty face.

"We have a mission." That wasn't quite true. Benedikta had a mission and she had decided that Aranea was coming along. She was, to put it mildly, tired of men. Just for the moment she wanted to avoid them – Gerulf would survive not coming along. She could really use some female company.

𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 || always accepting || @highwindo

Dion turned to Aranea with alarm, eyes having widened at her words. "Lady Aranea? Is something the matter?" He questioned, concern evident in his voice. Why, if something was bothering her so much, it was his duty as her friend to assist.

"I am sure we can conceive a more reasonable solution. There's no need to go off 'the rails' just yet," he assured, trying his best to be soothing. "Of course, if you truly desire to maim something, then I will gladly lead you to an area I found filled with monsters. It can be quite therapeutic to kill fiends." He had done so himself a few times, now.

"I would be honoured to join you. Then you can tell me all about your troubles," – and if he found out that it was someone specific who had caused her such distress, then he vowed to have a talk with them.

"Lady Aranea, is that truly you?"

Dion could scarcely believe his own eyes. Aranea had been one of his more talented dragoons, but had deserted them a year or so ago, due to a lack of faith in the Emperor and his new wife – or so he had been told. If he had only believed those words back then... if he had bothered to investigate, why, he would've joined her desertion on the spot.

In the end, it took him barely a year to follow in her footsteps. He had reached the point where he could no longer stand to look upon his own reflection for all that he had allowed to pass by his nose. It was by mere chance that he had learned of Anabella's treacherous ways; her efforts to undermine him in every way... and all of it was due to his lack of proper parentage – as if his father was not the current Emperor.

Well, if they wished to wield the power of Bahamut, they would have to redeem themselves in his eyes. As it stood, he could not serve Sanbreque any longer, no matter how much it hurt to leave his people behind. Most of his dragoons had joined him, of course – and now it seemed they were even closer to completing their ranks.

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"Gee, thanks. I'm here all week." Nyx had to admit that his performance had been less than impressive, especially in comparison to how he usually did, but Aranea was a force to be reckoned with.

His warps against her dragoon high jumps made for quite the match, but with his bad arm and his finicky magic after the King had died – well, he wasn't as good as he had once been.

If only that had been it –but oh no, he had to misjudge a warp and fall flat on his face right in front of her. Really, he couldn't tell if the puddle he had ended up in made the landing softer or harder. It had made it more embarrassing though.

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"Not so alone anymore, am I?" Nyx pointed out, a small grin on his face. Lestallum didn't have the best places to drink, at least not in comparison to what he had been used to in Insomnia, but at this point he didn't feel like complaining.

He was just glad to be alive. Even though that also meant he was now alone most of the time. Finding a purpose had been hard, but taking down Niflheim troops and smaller outposts filled his time – sometimes he took on hunts as well, but that was mostly to make money.

"How've you been?" He had met Aranea for the first time after a hunt, initially thinking she was the enemy – but soon learning that she was a mercenary, even if she worked for the Empire most the time. Her allegiance was pretty hard to figure out, but she was honestly pretty chill most of the time. Had a good head on her shoulders, at least, so Nyx didn't mind her company.

A  WARM  GAZE  FLICKS  TOWARDS  HER,  in  sharp  contrast  to  a  rather  cavalier  wave  of  the  hand.  No,  not  for  lack  of  joy,  rather  the  opposite,  really.  A  stiffness  sits  in  his  cheeks,  equal  parts  nervous  and  unused.  It  doesn’t  change  the  all  too  present  thump  within  his  chest  or  the  spread  of  warmth  on  the  back  of  his  neck.  Hard  to  be  cool  and  aloof  when  you’re  just...  not  too  used  to  most  people  missing  you.

“Yo!  Guess  my  peaceful  days  are  over  now,  huh~.  No  hug?  No  kiss?  Ya  sure  ya  really  missed  lil  'ol  me?”

HC #1

y'know, i don't think keres remembers specifically how they met, but i do think he remembers seeing her. not being able to process SHIT, like an animal spotting his mate for the first time--done got got, hook, line, and sinker. absolutely zero memory of their first conversation because he was too busy searing every inch of her into the back of his mind so he'd always remember her face. he knew in this matter-of-fact sort of way that aranea was just--it. his wife, and that's that. sparkles, heart and bat bokeh, little smile and everything. she was glowing. so much attitude, so much sass. grace and will of a fighter. silvery and armored and a woman of her own kind-- of course, of course, of course all he could remember was the flow of her hair and the grin on her face. wife, immediately, truly.

HC #2

keres is a simple man. sometimes, all he wants is to sneak up on aranea when she's in the bath and spoil her rotten. gently kiss at her from above while he rolls up his sleeves and slips a hand into the water-- i mean, he very much just enjoys doing this. just sit back, relax and enjoy the bath, sweetie. it's not about getting off for him either, it's genuinely just. him wanting to do something nice for her. where she doesn't have to do a single thing, she can just sigh and be pampered. he'll even wash her all over again. and he will praise her every step of the way. his wife, his queen, let him spoil her forever like this-- it is truly his favorite thing.

HC #3