#medea albert

“Did you come straight here after duty?” Crowe teased, coming up from behind the woman. What they did on their own time was their own business, but their superiors wouldn’t like to hear of uniformed Glaives indulging themselves at bars. It was a ballsy move.

She noticed Medea’s drink choice, as well as a few other people at the bar. This was a glass sort of place. Crowe didn’t know too much about drinks; she had been underaged when Lib and Nyx had had their bar, and there had been no convincing them to slip her something. They had been barely legal age to serve alcohol as it was. 

So she ordered whatever generic Lucian beer she could think of. It was doubtful this place would have any Galahdian brews. 

She was swallowing the rest of the liquor in a single motion when a known voice vibrated on her ears. Medea wasn't fancy, but that bar was different of what she used to visit normally with the rest of the guys, that night didnt thought to find another glaive there. And even if she did it with the intention of being alone, deep inside she thanked the astrals for sending Crowe that way and sitting her beside her.

Shhhst, that's my secret -answered with a shuckle as she taped the bar and the bartender served both women- Just when I need to drown nasty things -explained- THIS is my rebellious answer to what Drautos told me today -muttered softly. It was obvious that the glaive wanted to get drunk, as drunk as possible because something was spilling from inside her- I haven't taken any vacations since I joined the glaives, never, I was okay not doing it, you know? Lots of double shifts, no free time, no free thinking in shits I dont want to think, but today -made a dramatic pause- today, after the reports on our mission Drautos told me “You all have done a great job, Medea, two weeks off for you, and NO buts” - tried as much as possible to mimic the Captain´s manners and tone.

It was a lot to take in, and Crowe didn’t think she knew the other Glaive well enough to be told such personal information. It left her with some questions, but Crowe did not feel it was yet appropriate for her to ask.

Her own past was rather simple. She shrugged at Medea’s sympathy. The scorn the Galahdians faced in this city was unpleasant, but they were also a proud people and enduring pity was sometimes worse than the suspicion.

“That’s a lot.” Crowe mumbled before taking a drink. She didn’t want to know why Drautos was near a brothel. She certainly didn’t want to think if he had any sort of sex life. The thought was disgusting and she hoped her beer would help her forget about it.

“I didn’t think our Captain did much recruitment.” Crowe mused. He hadn’t been there when she signed up. It was only on the first day of training that they had all found out who would be leading them. “I guess he cares, but he hates to show it, you know? It’s a guy thing.”

There were a lot of unexplainable guy things. When the rest of the unit was men, sometimes Crowe got really tired of their quirks.

Yep, it is a guy thing -muttered- he doesn't speak too much about his past but I have my suspicions -her eyes focused on her drink now- He cares too much and that's why we get our asses kicked on trainings -as she glared at her companion- My brother wanted to join the glaives too, but he had an accident on his job and… well, broke his hip, he recovered but since then he suffers from chronic pain, turning in to a good sour man -smiled softly.

He is really proud and doesn't like to speak about what hurts him more, so I do thing is a guy thing, strange genre they are -laughed- Are Libertus and Nyx like this too or they are a bit more normal than our mentioned especiments? -she meant no offence when speaking like that, she was actually funny when speaking about men and their no easily understandable way of thinking- We can be as stubborn as them, but somehow they seem allergic to sharing emotions or accept them… 

While they were speaking, Medea grabbed her wallet and pulled some money to pay for the drinks and the food, since she promised Crowe they were going to a better and comfortable place for her to be. A woman stood on the stage and started to sing a really slow and elegant song, very jazz like tune, it wasn't an elegant place, but the owner could be proud in the fact that NO ONE bothered anyone in there, no bad looks for being a glaive, not bad drunkards wanting to touch what isn't theirs, it was a place for everyone.

@sorceresscrowe

The music in Insomnia´s nightlife district was intoxicating for those who just wanted to lose their minds and drive away all the ghosts that haunted them during the day.

Medea walked through those streets after finishing her shift, dodging people, she began to remove her Glaive jacket, to hold it in one hand, as she raised her free hand and released her long dark hair, that was strictly tied up in a tight ponytail all day causing her headaches.

Finally, she was going to have two weeks off away from the citadel, the training rooms, the watchful eyes of her superiors, the other glaives and the exhaustion of that work. She tied her jacket around her hips and walked to that bar where she wanted to lose herself until she had no memories of the stupid things she could say. There, she hoped to spend that first night off in nearly six months of exploitative work, after that mission that had nearly cost the lives of several of her unit mates.

She entered that bar pushing the doors that muffled the noise of the nightlife, until only a jazzy melody was heard. The smell of smoke from distant cigarettes, whiskey and other drinks reached her, arriving wearily in front of the bar where she took a seat and muttered- One on the rocks, please… - tapping the bar, looking at the bartender who didn’t took too long to respond to her request, filling a short glass of ice and the amber alcoholic liquid.

She lost her eyes in the liquor, feeling … empty. Burdened by the fact that that time consuming job would not be for her those two weeks, she would have too much time to think about things she didn’t want to think. What the fuck she was going to do those two weeks? What if she decided to go back and talk about not taking “vacations”? She was certain that Titus Drautos, who was almost like a father to her, would place an order at the entrance of the citadel to ensure that, in two weeks, she would not return to work.

Oh fuck, I feel like I´ve been chewed up by a Cerberus… - muttered as she rolled on her side pulling herself up, not lasting down even a second more. Medea did want to keep up with his high standards, if she couldn't do that, who the hell would she be? She was one of the best and still, that day seemed to go all wrong.