#ishipthissohard

Can they just confess to each other already I’m-

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01 Forehead K i s s (( emmanellainfortemps ))

Count Fortemps had mentioned to her in passing that Emmanellain was out in Camp Cloudtop overseeing things as well as getting the weekly report from the outpost there. Tink knew the Elezen was a magnet for trouble and bad things happening. Out of sheer worry for him, not to patronize him or anything, she made her way quickly to the outpost in the clouds. She knew he was capable of handling himse-- okay if she was being honest he was a wayward man. She could admit internally that her Emmy was a bit of a clumsy person with a sword, but he tried, really hard. It was endearing to her that he still got back up on his feet after every setback and failure.

She could tell he was the baby of the family and he was treated as such and while she didn't agree with that, she still harbored feelings for him. Regardless of his attitude and or behavior, she still wouldn't give up on him. He could be taught, even more refined than he was. He could better his skills as a knight and learn. She had hope, and even if it didn't happen, she didn't care. The awkward, shy, goober had some how stolen her heart and she wasn't about to forsake that.

She possessed several soul crystals and often changed between functions depending on what she felt like doing that day or what she had to do, rather. Afer arriving at the main camp, she quietly made her way to the outpost. She adopted the role of White Mage for this because she had a feeling she'd need it. Her mage's robes trailed down to well below her knee and her highland boots completed her outfit as she trudged along. Once she had made it there, Hanoroit had found her and told her the latest news. Apparently Emmanellain wanted to go quell the Dahmels because they were causing issues for the little camp. She found herself sighing in a resigned manner as she calmed the small Elezen down and told him she'd go bring the noble prince back.

Leaving Hanoroit there, she took the time to cast protect and stoneskin on herself, using her magicks to protect herself first and foremost. She had no idea what she was walking into, and she had to be prepared. She quickly made her way to where Honoroit had last heard Emmanellain say he was going.

Upon her arrival, she exasperatedly put out her hands and yelled loudly, her feet moving of their own accord. Emmanellain was on his back, sword in his hand, shield discarded close by and a Dahmel was about to trample the man. He had been significantly hurt by it, having been kicked in the chest by it. From where she was she could see his labored breathing, erratic and abnormal. He was having issues and she had no idea how bad the damage really was.

His head whipped backwards at the cry of her voice and his eyes watched her, he tried to tell her to stop, to not come any closer because he didn't want her to be hurt but no words would come out. It hurt to breathe and he was wheezing. He also knew she wouldn't listen either. The girl was so many things and she could be stubborn when it came to certain things, and she was foolish to an extent as well. Rushing head long into danger to save people without thinking twice or having a plan. He closed his eyes, a ragged breath leaving him as he tried to push himself up, but he couldn't. His chest hurt so badly.

She was there before he could really process it or react. Standing in front of him protectively. She had no time to check him out, she had to kill this creature before it killed them both. A light erupted around her and she held her staff in one hand, bringing her hands together, a stillness about her as she forced her hands out towards the Dahmel, casting a spell to send it careening away, locking it in place for a few brief moments. She repeated the same hand gestures, wind encircling the creature before she summoned rocks to stone it to death. Within moments she felled it, the light dissipating around her as she turned around and dropped to her knees beside him.

She laid her staff down, her hands gingerly lifting him into her arms, holding him against her chest. She shook her head, her one hand coming down as her fingers traced the dents in his armor. She dipped her head low as she closed her eyes and her entire body seemed to accumulate some kind of energy as she casted cure on him until she could hear his breathing even out. She opened her eyes to find him staring up at her and she smiled, her hand moving up to brush the hair from his face.

He just cupped her behind the neck, pulling her head down slightly, his leather clad thumb tracing her cheek, "Will I ever get to be your knight in shining armor?" He said, giving her a stupidly goofy grin, lopsided as he jested at her.