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closed ⚡🪶 i've landed next to you
Who: Benedikta Harman & Cidolfus Telamon.
Status: Closed.
Where: Elah, The Roost, Astares.
What: They have some celebrating to do + event stuff.
Warnings: The usual.
Status: Closed.
Where: Elah, The Roost, Astares.
What: They have some celebrating to do + event stuff.
Warnings: The usual.
one year down 💜
buns in the oven 🍞
life's a gamble 🎲
great googly moogly 💫
one year down, forever to go. 💜
Strange, however.
On that day, she is nowhere to be found. She had snuck out of bed before sunrise, while he was still fast asleep and left the Roost. To where? Who is to say...
But he will find a note on their bedside table with her neat handwriting on it and spread across the parchment is her bracelet.
Check your desk."
And she can only hope that it will work, or else she would have to come and retrieve him.
Whenever he manages to pull himself out of bed, there is a sizeable green box waiting for him, adorned with a gracefully tied purple bow. Inside will be a just as gracefully folded, brand new gray suit, a black button-up shirt, and a dark purple tie. Casual, just as he had requested.
Should he do just exactly as she requested, one moment he will be standing in the Roost with her bracelet and the next, he will be on a pier. Or rather, on the deck of a boat docked at a pier at the edges of Elah, beneath growing starlight and a bright waxing moon.
There, Benedikta will be waiting for him, leaning over the rails of her boat, her pipe in hand, looking out to the sea. There is a wind, cool and brisk against the humid summer heat, that rocks the waves gently and rustles his hair the moment that he appears. Tonight, she has chosen something simple—a dark purple dress to match the shade of his tie, short, that hugs her curves, and an equally simple pair of silver heels.
She does not turn to greet him, but she does smile around her pipe the moment she feels his presence...]
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Seven, he... Least I have plenty of time.
[And so, he spends the rest of the day getting ready, preparing for what he suspects to be some kind of special date. He is curious if the bracelet will work in reverse, but... Why wouldn't it? So once it's near the appointed time, he thinks of her—where his home is—and is a bit surprised to find himself standing at a pier, and one he's not immediately familiar with as he doesn't really frequent Elah's ports all that often.
Yet he feels that familiar presence, and he turns to look up to see Benedikta against the railing. He can only stand there for a moment, completely taken by the sight of her and the darkening colors and fading light wash over her.
With a smile he saunters closer to her until he's standing right beneath her.]
Waiting for someone?
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Do you ask that to every woman you see looking out to the ocean like this?
[A hint of teasing at the edges of her otherwise nonchalant voice, almost as if she's disinterested, but she is trying so very hard to fight her smile from bleeding into it any further. She chews on her lip.]
I hope he has not gotten himself lost along the way.
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[A playful wink.]
Perhaps I can give you some company. Better than a man who lets his lady wait, at least.
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[She laughs softly and, with a sharp breath like she's preparing herself for something, she turns around to face him finally. And makes no effort to hide the way her eyes widen and rake over him, taking in the sight of him in the very same suit she chose.
She doesn't need to say it, but it is clear on her face just how badly she would like to drag him down below deck and have him for supper right now—
But she plays it cool as she struts to him. A few steps is all it takes to bring her to him.]
Some other fellow tried that same trick on me the other month at the beach.
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[A playful smirk as he remains where he is, his posture relaxed as he does indeed catch the way she looks at him, not that his own thoughts are much different. Perhaps she'll even notice that he actually left a few of those top buttons open just as she likes it (or did he take away her fun?).]
And how did he fare?
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Well enough. But I told him I had someone else.
[She presses her palm to his chest, deliberately letting her fingers slip beneath the collar.]
My handsome old bear whom I treasure dearly.
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buns in the oven 🍞 day one
... But no.
The nausea clings to her like a nasty thorn in her side, or in this case, her belly. It's awful—so fucking awful that she thinks it might just happen again, only it doesn't. And she's not sure whether to feel frustrated or relieved. She searches the fridge for something that might ease it but comes up short of anything except a glass of water.
And it will be at the kitchen table where Cid will find her when he happens to wake up, her head down and buried in an arm, a half-empty glass of water beside her, and she is snoring softly...]
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Benedikta?
[When she doesn't answer, he gets up, pulling on some pants as he does before walking over to the kitchen to check on her. To find her asleep at the table only makes him wonder and grow a bit concerned as he approaches and gently puts his hand on her shoulder.]
...Think the bed may be better than out here, love.
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Ugh, fuck. How long have I been out here?
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[His frown deepens as he looks at her complexion.]
Are you all right?
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I am...
[Fine, she wants to spit out at him, and tell him not to worry because she knows he will fret about her.]
Not.
[But she just groans that out instead.]
I feel as though I've just drank an entire bottle of spoiled milk.
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Was it dinner?
[Yet he feels fine??]
Whatever the case, there's some medicine that might help settle your stomach.
[Knowing that Benedikta tends to avoid seeing the medic as much as possible, he stocked up on the common ailments. Plus it's always better to have it on hand.]
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life's a gamble — diamond dust. 🎲
And might as well blend in while they are at it.
So, after splitting up to pick something out, she heads back to the ship to get changed. And perhaps to touch herself up a little more. Or, a lot more. If there is one thing she enjoys, it is surprising him and making an entrance, if only to see his reaction. That, and she is absolutely dying to see what he had chosen for himself... after she'd dropped several hints on the sort of things that she likes.
They agreed that they would meet again in an hour at the entrance to the casino, and she is not a minute too late. She is dressed in a light green "saloon" dress with a purple rose accent, as they called it, with her corset tied up and the top buttoned just far enough to hide her pendant beneath her collarbone. One side of her hair is neatly held back with the red hairpin he gave her, with matching red lips.
She stuffs her pocket watch back into her dress, the chain draping down her front, as she searches around for him in the lobby, which is far more crowded than it had been when she left the place. Much, much more crowded. Now that more ships have docked, people have begun filtering in to see the sights. It does not help any that so many of them seem to blend in, making it harder for her to spot a man—her man—in clothes she has never seen before.
Already, she's starting to get a touch frustrated, and as she walks closer to the edges of the hall, shoving her way through the people, she begins to grumble under her breath.]
... I said one hour, Cidolfus.
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Now what's a fine, young lady like you wandering around here all by your lonesome.
[That's a mouthful.
In any case, she will see a man with his head slightly lowered, wide brimmed cowboy hat obscuring his face with a cigar hanging loosely from his lips as he leans against the post of what is supposedly a "saloon," or tavern for this Western themed part of the casino. But there's the slight tilt of his head up, bright green eyes gleaming with amusement as he looks over at her.]
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I am looking for—
[But it is a voice that she recognizes for the shiver that it shoots down her spine only moments later, as he lifts his chin, and she spots that familiar glint in his eyes. The gall of this man, one day he is going to get himself blown off the edge of a leviathan, but today, her breath catches as her gaze slowly roams down and then back up, only to do it again as she drinks in the sight of him.
She is all for making an entrance, but he certainly can, too.
When he is not spouting cheesy pickup lines at her. He is so going to get smacked for this later.]
... A handsome fellow of my own.
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Then perhaps I can make an offer?
[He'll hold out his hand to her, his normal gloves replaced with fingerless ones made of lighter leather.]
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I should like to hear the offer first.
[... before she slides her fingers over his, the leather of her full gloves brushing over his, and she curses the fabric for getting between them as they curl around his hand.]
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Well I fit the "handsome fellow" requirement, wouldn't you say?
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great googly moogly 💫
And now, here she is coming to help them, all at the behest of one Cidolfus Telamon.
She hates this man sometimes.
She should not be so wary wandering down the tree-lined path like this, but—]
Is it me, or is it far too quiet for a place that is supposedly filled with those meddlesome creatures?
[Of course, right as she says that, there's a small sound that comes from in the trees. A little sobbing mixed with strings of kupos, and the sound of a pom floating by. Glancing around, she can't see it, but...]
You hear that too, yes?
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So here they are to try and either clear out any hostiles or find useful supplies to bring back, and je's about to tell her it's nothing to be so concerned about when he, too, catches those strange sounds.]
...Sounds like a moogle, and one in distress.
[He looks up and around before walking towards a tree...ah.]
Ach, poor thing. Looks like it got stuck up in the branches up there.
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Can it not just fly out of the tree?
[They seem to float everywhere as it is...]
It could be a trick.
[Though, the likelihood of it being one narrows when she realizes that its wings are caught in the tangle of branches. And how utterly small it is.]
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Before they widen in surprise.]
Why, it's just a bairn.
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Benedikta grumbles under her breath.]
Why is it that we always find the little ones...
[“Puksi, is that you?”]
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Sorry little one, but we can still help get you down. Are your wings caught?
[Already he's thinking of a way to climb up there unless Benedikta wants to do the honors of flying—]
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