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closed ⚡🪶 and forevermore, i'll be chasing the storm we had.
Who: Benedikta Harman & Cidolfus Telamon.
Status: Closed.
Where: Cid's workshop, Avaleci.
What: Cid is sad about his daughter being gone and Benedikta is horrible at being comforting. Also adventures later!
Warnings: it's cid and benna 🙂 also ffxvi spoilers, if you can find them.
Status: Closed.
Where: Cid's workshop, Avaleci.
What: Cid is sad about his daughter being gone and Benedikta is horrible at being comforting. Also adventures later!
Warnings: it's cid and benna 🙂 also ffxvi spoilers, if you can find them.
ice skating, hot springs ♨️
volcano, egis 🔥
the price of freedom 🧵
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Long, long time ago. Barely remember it, really.
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So, you'll be able to show me the ropes then.
[He's totally a pro, right?]
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Don't rely on me too much, love. Like I said, that was so long ago, I doubt I'll be able to do much myself.
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Well, this I ought to see for myself. Where can we do this?
[Read: where can he do this?]
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Up ahead if we keep following this trail, I believe.
But you're trying it, too.
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Only if I see you do it first. Then I will decide whether I wish to or not.
[Nice try.
And, as he said, up ahead is the frozen over lake with people—quite a few—gliding over it. She can't quite make out what they're wearing on their feet to make it so, but...]
... They look as though they're moving on the wind.
[It's actually kind of... graceful and elegant...]
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Chicken.
[Yeah he did that.
But he just watches the scene with something like a nostalgic gaze. It really had been a very long time, and he just grins at her as he moves over to the small shack where people can rent skates.]
Still can try it with me.
[There were even railings for some part of the makeshift rink where those who are still trying cling to or where others lean against to just chat and idle around.]
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Benedikta turns to look at him, mildly offended and irritated, as he wanders over to the shack, allowing her arm slip out from his to let him go. But she doesn't take long to follow after him, feathers clearly ruffled by his name-calling and insinuating that she would be too scared to do it.]
I'm no chicken.
[She is a graceful harpy, thank you very much!!! And before he says anything, because he doesn't have to—]
Fine. Get me a pair of those things and I will show you that I'm not.
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There will definitely be a smirk that he hides thanks to his back being towards her.]
Understood.
[And holding back his quiet chuckle as he gets them both their pair of skates and carries them over to a nearby bench so they can put them on.]
Now they are a bit heavier to walk in, so don't rush into it.
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Benedikta plops down beside him, simmering in her proud, defiant fury, as she laces them up rather easily. And when she's finished, she does the exact thing that he tried to warn her about, because she's fine.
Except when she tries to walk in them, it's anything but graceful, and she looks like a baby deer learning to walk for the first time. And when one of the blades tips under her—]
Shit!
[She manages to catch her balance by whirling around and setting her hands on his shoulders.]
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Which she does.
Fortunately he was already standing, taking a little bit more of his time to adjust to having to balance on thin blades, but when she grabs onto him—]
Whoa—!
[He totters a bit trying to keep his balance as he grabs onto her waist, one leg sticking back as he tries to keep them both balanced.
And then there is just a bit of a look at her.]
I told you not to rush.
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[She grumbles it under her breath, fingers fisting around his coat.]
These are just difficult to walk in.
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[Another pointed look before he chuckles and grins.]
Well, not that I will complain about this much.
[And then a grin as he straightens up to look down at her more properly.]
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[But she's just going to avert her eyes when she catches him looking at her. One hand lets him go to search for his instead, grabbing hold of it when she finds it and squeezing, silently telling him that he's going to help her. And maybe a warning to not say another word about it.]
Well? Are you going to show me or not?
[Stop grinning at her.]
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Patience, my dear.
[Another smug look—though he knows he shouldn't act too smug because he may fall flat on his ass like anyone else.]
But all right, just one step at a time first. Let's aim for that railing over there—have a feeling we'll want to hold onto something instead of gliding off.
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She makes a noise under her breath that sounds a lot like more grumbling before she follows his gaze to the railings.]
You first.
[Why do they look so far when they're only a few steps away?]
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Well that's the hard part. Now for the harder.
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...
Still doesn't make her pride any less wounded about nearly losing her balance back there.]
I said I would watch you first. Since you say you've done this before.
[And he is such an expert—]
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And you know I said that was ages ago and I barely remember?
[Well he at least remembers the basics...
...
He was also like. A kid. This is a whole lot different as an adult.
But he also won't let that stop him, already ducking under the railing and twisting his body around so that he's facing it. And then a slow...step back—and then another—OKAY BOTH FEET ON THE ICE.]
You really want me to fall don't you.
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And when he steps out onto the ice, she rests her elbow on the rail and perches her chin atop her hand, a dangerous smile forming, a low chuckle under her breath when he sets both his feet firmly on the ice.]
I never said I did. You said I wanted you to.
[She does. Maybe a little bit.]
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Just know you're next.
[He's going to test the skates a little while holding the rail because he's not an idiot and won't try to just skate out there blindly. Keeping one hand on the rail he first "walks" just to get a feeling before he starts...]
Think it was... This motion...
[A mutter under his breath as he tries to recall, pushing his feet forward in slow motion, and once he gets some semblance of a rhythm going, he slowly let's go.
And he skates forward!
He manages!
Until he loses balances and, predictably, after a bit of wobbling and a shout, he falls over, landing on his ass and skidding and sliding over the ice towards the edge.
Ugh............]
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There is a loud bark of laughter from where she's leaning over the rails when he falls and slides back closer to her, and as she ducks under the rail, she's laughing. Laughing fuller and louder than she has in as long as she can remember. Not that she realizes it, she's far too amused by his blunder to even notice what comes so naturally in the moment.]
I take that back. I certainly did want to see tha—
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...
But dammit, he hasn't heard her laugh that much in a long time—even if it was at his expense. Which makes the feeling he has that much more complicated, because while he enjoys the sound of it, he also doesn't??? So in the end the scowl remains as he tries to push himself up into a sitting position—]
Oof—!
[Only to have her land right on top him, making his hands slip and his back hitting the ice again.
But even so—]
Hah!
[—it's his turn to laugh freely because wow.]
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And upon hearing his laugh, it's her turn to stare at him cross as she lifts her face, every inch of it a deep shade of red, and she swats him against the chest.]
Quit laughing!
[SAYS THE ONE WHO LAUGHED FIRST]
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