#icecoldviera

    “   allow  me  to  speak  honestly ,   “   he  leans  forward  a  bit , determination  etched  into  his  brows , desperate  to  find  a  way  out . he  didn’t  have  reason  to  say  no , to  break  it  off , in  a  way  that  wouldn’t  be  questioned . but  perhaps , if  the  other  chose  to  instead , it  might  look  better .

"Of course you don't need my permission little one," Skala said, smoothing out the other's hair softly. There weren't many Viera's around Ishgard, so when Skala had seen the small blonde Viera he made himself known to the other and made a point to look out for the little one.

"But when I tell you a bar like this is no place for a little one at this time of night, I mean it, so," A hand clamped on the back of the other's neck. "Let's find you somewhere else for you to entertain yourself for the night,"

Marion had to resist jumping ten foot in the air when he first saw Skala. Even knowing it wouldn’t be a problem any more, he still had remnants of that fear that he’d get dragged back home by his tribe and punished for running away. But he’d quickly learned that the older Viera just wanted to help him, and keep an eye out for him. The sudden loss of the Scions and limited time with Cid meant Marion leant into it fairly quickly. It was nice, having someone to talk to besides Haurchefant and Alphinaud. 

Still, Skala could get annoying sometimes. Mostly when he treated Marion like a child. He wasn’t that little! He huffed at the words and tried to shrug away. It didn’t work of course, Skala was strong. 

“I’ve been here before! and I was just going to turn in a hunt,” He whined. “and anyway, doesn’t beating the Black Wolf earn me a little credit for handling a bar?”

"I have a sword I can stick through him for you?"

The music in the bar was upbeat, and thankfully she was off shift. Even so, Vanra wasn’t likely to miss a big party on a holiday such as this. She could do for some company.

She was a flurry of swaying hips and spins as she danced, alone, though as she turned, emerald eyes came into contact with another set. Her feet carried her toward them and a coy smile played at her lips.

"I have no guilt laying on my conscience, hero. Are you certain you can say the same?"

Skala kissed Marion's forehead softly. "Have you considered that I don't want you to follow me, therefore I'm not expecting you to walk by tying you up?"

Had he been spending too much time with Emet-Selch? Possibly. Was he going to go spend more time with him, without the watchful eye of Marion? If he could keep the boy tied up.

Marion narrowed his eyes. There wasn’t anything dangerous for Skala to go after. Certainly Marion hadn’t healed from the last battle, and most of his friends had threatened to tie him down if he didn’t rest. But Skala knew him well enough not to go on anything dangerous in that time. 

“Twelve this is a boody call isn’t it?” He growled, “I’m sixteen! I’m perfectly capable of spending time on my own while you enjoy yourself! Augh can’t you put a sock on the door or write an ‘I’ll be back later’ note like a normal person?” 

Marion groaned and struggled at the bonds again. 

“Look, I promise to behave why you’re out alright? And I’ll keep my lip shut about you going off with some guy or girl too,” He said. “It’s not like I know who you’re meeting up with anyway!” 

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

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Thancred's body tensed briefly, a force of habit after spending years of merely surviving. Yet as he turned his gaze toward the Viera, he allowed himself to relax slightly, tender fingers brushing back his bangs. It was a simple gesture, yet it left a tingling sensation where the touch lingered. The rogue allowed a small smile to appear on his lips.

"I'm fine..."

The battlefield was rough, especially since their allies seemed to be dropping like flies. Some other force was spiriting them away somewhere, that Marion and the other Scions had no idea where they were going. And the splitting headaches from the calling were taking their tolls on Marion and Skala.

The warrior Viera was going to keep going.

Had to keep going.

Had to protect Marion.

“The battle is done for now, and I’d be distracted worrying about you anyway,” He hissed. “I’m not a child Skala, I can tell your just pushing yourself!” 

He poured disinfectant onto the wound and grabbed first aid from his pouch. He needed Skala to be safe, he needed to do one thing right for his friends, and he needed not to cry about it like a big baby. He took a breath and focused on what he was doing, it was small but needed stitches. Something he could do before they got back. 

“I’m losing everyone and I can’t do anything about it,” He growled. “I need to know your not going to get yourself killed for me alright? I can’t- I don’t want to be the warrior of light if my friends are all gone alright? And you’re all I have left right now.” 

His hand’s shook as he finished the job. That was definitely going to leave a scar.