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FebHyurary Day #14: Valentione’s Day @its-the-val-pal​

The Brothers with their Ascian -friend-!

FFxivWrite 2020 Prompt #12: Tooth and Nail Masterpost He was a mannerless, uneducated idiot whose only cares in the world were what woman he could fuck next, what fights he could pick, and from where his next meal might come. She’d detested the Miqo’te from the moment she first met him, the oaf more concerned with making passes at her than he was with helping her up after his chocobo had nearly trampled her. If only she’d known then that was only the tip of the iceberg of annoyances. The two had been arguing more and more the longer they knew each other, doubly so now that a certain Seeker of the Sun woman had come into the picture, interrupting their every moment together (was she stalking them?) to throw snide remarks Faye’s way and try to drag Val off to bed. Val, of course, was all too eager to encourage the harpy on both fronts. Faye wasn’t sure if she should regret hiring the man as a bodyguard. On one hand, he was insufferable to spend so much time around, but on the other, perhaps that meant it would only be easier to use him as a meatshield as intended. Yes, she should be too glad to toss him into harm’s way. The thoughts crowded her head after the pair had another such squabble earlier that day. Yet still she stood among the sands beneath the beating sun of Thanalan in its oppressive heat, watching fighters trade blows. The Grindstone was a small, informal affair back then, newly formed, nothing more than a handful of capable fighters sparring and testing their mettle with little to no rules or limitations, no holds barred. For her, it was like baby-sitting, healing the combatants after their matches, all too often on the brink of death before they would call it quits and allow her to treat them. Val was always ferocious in his battles, but there was something different that day after their spat and the uncomfortable quiet and tension that had followed throughout the day, an extra sort of fierceness to his gaze, an abundance of violence in his moves. He was angry. And he was strong. She wouldn’t have hired anyone who wasn’t. Clearly a seasoned fighter, fast on his feet, sturdier than his wiry build might convey. Some of tactics could probably be described as “fighting dirty,” but as far as Faye was concerned, it was only clever and resourceful. Maybe he was a little intelligent, in his own specific way. She’d not settle for employing a complete moron, of course. Sweat matted his blonde hair dripped off his face, and blood and dirt marred his tanned skin. With his shirt removed and clothing torn, his body tensed, every muscle and sinew was visible as he moved. He was handsome, too. Well, that one was just an added bonus. He knew it all too well, too. She’d not admit she thought it, lest it go to his head. His ego was overblown enough without her enabling it. Truth be told, she enjoyed watching him fight, relishing in the excitement of it all, like some brutal form art. The match was nearing its end, both brawlers disarmed and barely still standing, left in close quarters. Val was not going to lose, however, at the very least, not without taking his opponent with him. With the briefest and most feral of glares in Faye’s direction to leave her wondering if he’d really meant to look at her at all, the Seeker of the Sun lunged at his opponent, inviting their counterattack as his jaws clamped down harshly around their throat, teeth burying into their jugular, rending through skin. Just like that, the spar was over in a spray of blood, both fighters collapsed onto the ground and teetering dangerously on the verge of death as their lifeblood spilled onto the once golden sands. What a fool, risking lives for a “friendly” match. Then again, it seemed the Miqo’te had something more to prove. Faye felt a thudding pang in her chest, something implacable and new, not quite like anything she’d felt before. There was no time to contemplate it, however, as she rushed forward to tend to both injured parties. She had healing to do--and maybe a lecture or two to give. Perhaps, though, as she nursed his wounds, her touch with Val was a bit softer that day than usual. Underneath it all, the lady and her guard were the same, though it would take some time yet for either to see it. @its-the-val-pal​

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