#hydenseeked

        “Do you think the dead could come and visit during these three days?” A morbid question for otherwise joyous holidays. Even so her tone is one of curiousity then that of sadness. Honestly... She just wanted to know if she was more likely to find her friends on these days than the others. 

It had been a few weeks or so, now, since the city had been restored. Cloud had met a couple of his old friends during those battles around the various beacons, and met a few new people, too. He hadn’t seen any of them since, really; and he hadn’t exactly expected to find Jekyll so soon.

At least, Cloud was pretty sure it was Jekyll. A lot better than the alternative. Not that he knew either of the two (?) well, but at least he could talk to Jekyll. Hyde seemed more likely to be... unpleasant, at best.

Well, no sense in being rude. After all, Hyde had helped a fair bit in the fight, and Jekyll didn’t seem to be too bad. Not that he had much to talk about, but he could at least say hi.

Things have calmed down since that... Whatever it was that happened. Lene is, at least, finding herself more comfortable with whatever this new life means for her. None of her questions have been answered, none of her belongings are back, but mentally speaking, she’s starting to acclimate. That’s the best she can do, at present.

What bothers her, though is... Well, the fact she’s never actually seen the two men who helped her survive since the whole event came to an end. She didn’t even get to thank them! ... Or tell them both off for being reckless weidos. She’s not quite sure which yet. She’ll deal with that when she comes to it.

The dance comes to a close, with an elegant bow. The crowd around her clap appropriately, and disperse when she does not immediately begin a new rhythm. She doesn’t feel much up to dancing right now, unusual as that is. 

Maybe she’d had some sort of premonition, as if Father Bragi himself were guiding her instincts, because as soon as she lifts her head, she meets a pair of meek green eyes that are immediately familiar.

“It’s you!” Whatever remains of the crowd are now gone, as Lene immediately leaps to her feet to corner the blonde man. She’s significantly shorter than him, but she hopes her full height is at least somewhat intimidating. 

“I know you helped me, and I’m grateful for that, but what in the name of the gods were you thinking charging at that thing?!” Okay, she’s going with a scolding. Hands on her hips, full pout on her face, she shoots the most disapproving glare she can possibly manage at him. “You could have been killed so easily! Your life has value, you’d make your mother cry by throwing it away like that! What kind of lunatic are you? A-and also! How did you change your hairstyle so fast on a battlefield?!”

Wherever these monsters were spawning from, Cloud had yet to find a single source. He would’ve said they simply appeared out of thin air, except he hadn’t even caught them managing that, either. Not literally anyways. 

He’d spent the last several minutes fighting a wide variety of creatures at the edge of this beacon’s protective area. They could get in if they made a serious effort, and nobody else was around to defend the area at this exact moment, so he’d cleared them out. Nothing else around, for the moment.

Cloud was about to leave the area, when something caught his attention. No, not something, but a... feeling. A feeling he couldn’t quite place his finger on. Almost like being watched, but... not quite. He’d fought a lot of monsters over his life, some of which were capable of turning invisible; he had learned to fight them anyway, to a degree. This feeling wasn’t quite like that; though it was very close... 

Noted!

Physical Detail Ask Meme: not accepting!

( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»: Do they have a sensitive spot/s?

tbh her fatass legs are sensitive. uhhh not really… she’s ticklish if you touch her in places where everyone is usually ticklish but she doesn’t have a specific place thats incredibly sensitive

(ﾉ≧ڡ≦): Do they like to show affection by physically teasing? (I.E: Shoulder punches, etc.)

The first night of the festival was in full swing fairly quickly, Link had found. People were dancing and laughing about, and he’d admit that the event itself was pretty enjoyable. He had to wonder if all festivals in large cities were like this- Clock Town’s had looked interesting, although he hadn’t stayed for it, and he was certain that Castle Town would have interesting festivities. It seemed there was still a lot for him to learn about, even now.

COLD BLOODED ANIMALS SEEK OUT HEAT EVERY SO OFTEN TO WARM THEMSELVES UP ; & the roaring flames of the bonfire seem to have captivated this serpent in just that. his pupils follow the dancing, scorching flames as he stokes the fire with a provided stick & hums to himself. 

❛  hey. ❜

his tone addresses casually, aware of the other’s presence near by without even looking.

❛  isn’t it ironic? a day to celebrate those who have died, & yet this city is infested with those who have blood on their hands. do you think, perhaps, it’s a ploy to make them feel something like guilt?  ❜