Hole in Your Soul - Libra & Tharja
It was with some difficulty that Libra managed to navigate the winding streets of the town, towards a certain establishment. The town was smaller than Ylisse, but still large enough to almost be a city. Lord Chrom had allowed the Shepherds some free time, given the nature of their surroundings. After completing what duties he’d had left, the priest promptly left camp to rendezvous with Tharja and Henry for dinner.
Indulging in a nice meal was a rarity for the priest. But, to do so in the presence of friends was a privilege he did not want to miss. After having received directions from a stallholder in the markets, Libra had made his way towards his destination with a smile and subtle skip in his step. He would make it right on time, and his instincts told him tonight would be a good one.
The heavy door of the restaurant was almost intimidating, and there was no telling what the interior was like from the curtained windows. It would have been a lie to say Libra was not nervous when he passed through the threshold. The air was warm, but not cloying, and a soft floral scent hid amongst the aroma of food. Dim lights cast love-struck couples into corners, and all the priest could do was smile stiffly as he was led to a table where a (somewhat comforting) familiar face sat.
"My apologies, Tharja. I should have had the foresight to realise you would have been early," he said with a sheepish smile. Needless to say, the priest’s stomach gave another twist when he saw the absence of a third chair at the table. Regardless, there would have been no room for a third person. "Have you an idea as to when Henry might arrive?" He attempted, nevertheless, to cling to the last hope that this situation was not what he thought it was.
Before Libra arrived, Tharja had been growing bored. She had been debating whether it might be fun to cast a finger-binding hex on the violinist when Libra showed up, and as she spotted him making his way to the table, Tharja had never been happier to see the man.
"Don't apologize," she snapped as he reached the table. "If anyone should have had the foresight to realize anything, then Henry should have realized what sort of restaurant he picked for us to have dinner at." She positively glowered as she spat Henry's name. "I don't have any idea when Henry's going to arrive, but he strikes me as the type of person who always shows up late, so you might as well have a seat." She motioned at the seat opposite her.
She cast her gaze around the restaurant, scowling at anything she found distasteful. "Can you believe this," she muttered. "Who would voluntarily subject themselves to all this mushy crud?"
