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23- : “You’re too weak to make a nest.” -crystalwards (Mors)

She was exhausted, overheated, and had a good buzz going to top the usual effects of a heat that just started an hour ago and the suppressants. But to hear that comment, the omega shot the alpha a deadpanned expression, not even remotely amused by such accusations.

Even if the nest didn’t look the greatest, it served its function. Somewhere soft, had access to a nice draft, and somewhere to charge her phone near an outlet. Given, at that moment, she barely had a couple pillows down before she opted to just snuggle into a blanket she had with her and curl up with one of the pillows.

“Fuck you.”

“Not for at least a week or so. Need to let you rest, dove. But what I can do, you cussing me out or no,” Mors said, gently, as he took a long drag from the joint he’d started on not long after getting home.

He was lucky her heats didn’t cloud his mind much at all. It was easy to function around her, so he carefully pulled out a large fluffy blanket from the armiger, tucking it in beside her, making sure it wasn’t in the way of the draft.

She was reading on the Galdin beach laying face down, a guest of some noblewoman during a stay at one of the more private villas. But the scars, they have been ignored over the centuries, sometimes the fallen angel even forgot they were there. And that day was one of them, the two perfectly aligned scars near her shoulder blades, faded, but still evident.

The brunette tuned into someone staring at her, and the shadow cast over her book made it even more evident. After a moment, she closed the book of poetry she had been reading and carefully turned to look up at the man. She propped herself up easily on her forearms, her legs crossing at the ankle.

“Is there something you would need? Or if I may be blunt, why are you staring?”

“Ah, my apologies. It’s only. I’ve only seen scars like those in a few of my family’s old books. Ah, the name is Regis Lucis Caelum,” Regis said, thoughtfully, he really hadn’t meant to stare, he’d meant to come up, strike up a conversation

The prince half smiled at the beautiful woman. The fallen angel. 

Bahamut paused, he’d been rippling through shapes, leaving his armor behind, and looked truly draconic, if bipedal, for the moment, inhuman. He arched his brow.

A part of Marina felt stupid for changing into the lingerie and dress. There was a part of her that just wanted to just put it on and waltz out the door, but she knew the other woman would appreciate the display. So, she was slow, taking her time with changing into the garments.

After zipping the dress, she slid into a pair of 4 inch heels that she was well accustomed to. Though, there was a slight argument between her hair and her earrings that she had won soon after.

The engineer straightened out the outfit, not at all uncomfortable or embarrassed by the amount of skin that showed both due to deep cuts and the lace.

“So what is the occasion for this, dear?”

Crowe stood there in a tailored suit. She’d saved up for both outfits, for fun, and she wore just as fine of lingerie underneath. And even then, she’d had some help from Rina’s father with the suit.

She appreciatively let her gaze run over the other woman, a smile on her expression, eyes dancing.

“Three years since we moved in together, tonight. Only roommate that’s ever put up with me this long. Figured you deserved a nice night out on the town for it. And we could both use it. I mean, we’re totally overdressed, but you look fucking hot, so I don’t care,” Crowe said easily stepping in close to gently steal a kiss from the other.

“Hey, hey, Rina--”

Leans closer.

Ignis was walking in Lestallum, ALONE. Before, he had always enjoyed these moments of solitude, but now that he was blind and had to use a cane when he was on his own, he couldn’t say he liked it. Of course, eventually, he would probably able to walk without it, just like he would be able to fight and to cook, but for now, he felt like a burden to pretty much everyone. And it hurt, because he had always been the useful one. 

Marina’s eyes widened when she was lifted into the shield’s arms just before she promptly folded her arms and allowed herself to go limp in his arms. She hated being carried no matter what reason from needing to be held back to the more serious she was about to pass out from dehydration and crashing blood sugars.

“I’m fine, put me down!” She demanded, even though her voice wasn’t nearly as sharp as she would’ve intended.

“Are you going to come with me and take care of yourself then? Water, some decent food?” Clarus threw the last out their as a temptation. They might not always get along, but he knew she enjoyed food.

The engineer’s leg bounced as she took rapid breaths, hyperventilating. Her hands were resting against the back of her neck, holding a cold compress there as she kept her head near her knees where she sat. The woman’s heart was pounding in her chest and she was muttering in her native tongue, by this point practically making no sense.

Yet it was during a moment of lucidity did she finally look up when she noticed a shadow standing before her in her workshop. Six above, she felt like she was going to be sick as she took another shaky breath trying to calm herself down. To no avail.

It didn’t take long for her to close her eyes tightly again, a few tears flowing down her cheek that was joined with her eyeliner.

In that moment, she swore she could still smell smoke, smell the scent of bodies burning. The flames still bright.

She choked on her breath, gagging slightly, visibly shaking. Not particularly caring in that moment about who it was that walked in.

Bahamut knew that some new tests of Rina’s had been successful, he’d planned to visit her, to offer a quick congratulations. She was a favorite of his, these days, and so intimately involved with him. It felt distinctly good.

Except then he’d arrived, and here she was, hyperventilating, looking sick, his head tilted to the side slightly. With a flick of his will the other doors were silently barred with his power, so no one else would enter, could enter.

And he walked up slowly, carefully reaching out to caress her cheek.