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Shuyin | 19 | Single | Psych Major I hold a strong grasp on my own perception of reality. I'm aware the world is headed to shit, but I plan to redirect its course when I find the opportunity to. (AU RP blog for Fantasy Lifestream. Wanna RP? Join the group [;!)

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WHO THE HECK IS LENNE?

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“Maybe.” -flushes from both embarrassment and annoyance that she isn’t making much sense- “You were flirting with her, not the way you flirt with me but still.” -gasps when she feels his hands knead her back. She relaxes momentarily and leans against him-

“I only question you because I fear you do not feel the same. When we last saw one another situations kept us apart, people were in the middle and things were stuck where they were. We would flirt and come close to things happening and then something brought us back to the reasons we couldn’t. We’ve been apart for almost two months now, that is enough time for you to move on because you are sure I am not sure of what I want. I would always say, ‘I want you Shuyin only you,’ but I never did anything to show that outside of teasing you. You could get tired of waiting for me to finish playing this game with your heart and selfishly I would continue but—.” -lifts her head to look into the eyes she has missed for so long- “I’m done playing games. I’ve missed you every day while I was in Dalmasca, I wondered if you were okay, if you were safe from the fiends and I know you can take care of yourself but I still worry. Being there, home, made me realize I missed your criticism, your anger, your laughter, your smile I missed you. I wanted to come back here to be with you.”

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-softly gazes upon her features and keeps his circling fingers in motion- "Just who do you speak of, Ashelia?" -bumps his nose against her forehead tentatively- "Lenne? If your mind is lingering over her, you might as well give up; she was nothing more than confused. We dated in high school." -presses his forehead against hers and gazes into her vision, whispering- "She isn't you, Ashe." -nears his lips to hers-

"Everything that has ever been a barrier between the two of us comes from both ends, but everything you speak of has been because of the situations and dilemmas in your own life; there's no denying it." -reaches a callused touch upward to cup her cheek- "You've allowed your emotions to tie you to another man and assume that I've done the same with another woman." -presses his lips to hers momentarily- "You've wandered back and forth between me and Balthier, and you've convinced yourself that your and my social statures disable the possibility of a relationship." -brushes his lips over her nose- "While I have every reason to leave your foolishness, if you were to pay attention, it would be apparent that me doing so isn't likely." -trails his mouth to her forehead before nuzzling her head gently- "What do you want, Ashe? To be with him or to be with me?"

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"You don't remember? It's me Lenne"

"I believe you're mistaken."

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WHO THE HECK IS LENNE?

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“I’m not confused mentally, I know what I heard. I know what I saw.” -shakes her head and attempts to step back but his hands prevent her from doing so- “I-I.” -in the moment of anger just the sound of his chuckle made her lose her train of thought.- “I’m fine. Did you miss me at all because I missed you every day we were apart; and here you are with her.”

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"Clearly, you're delusional." -nears his lips to hers and smirks- "Tell me, then, Ashelia, what is it you saw?" -encloses her waist with his arms and slips his hands beneath her blouse- "You ask me this every time I return, you seem to always question my feelings towards you." -pulls her closer and begins to knead her back in circular motions- "Why, Ashelia? Why must you always question me?"

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You are not a slave to your addictions. You are not a slave to depression

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"Shuyin, It's good to have you back."

"And you are?"

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WHO THE HECK IS LENNE?

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“—Everything. is. fine. I come back and I just see you flirting with this Lenne and—” -dramatically holds her heart-

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"Flirting with 'this Lenne'?" -shakes his head and approaches- "You always have been a little confused mentally, haven't you?" -places his hands on her hips and smirks as he chuckles huskily- "You're sure you're alright?"

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"Everything alright?"

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“You’re welcome.” Speaking lightly she noticed he was glancing around the room to see if anyone else were there. Turning her own head, strands of dark hair fell over her shoulders. It was strange normally teachers would stick around and be nosy and figure out what their students were discussing and then add their own two cents. By the grace of the fayths they were given total privacy. “I agree,” she paused for a moment not wanting so sound like those other bimbos who agree with hot guys and then discuss how hot they are. “Although no one knows how an individual is conditioned unless they ask. It is just a general assumption that the individual is bad because they want to be bad; if they in-term get to know them and their conditioning then and only then should it not be a factor.”

Eyes shifting downwards to the strong appendage that firmly gripped her own. She could feel the callousness against her soft skin. The markings of a man who spends his time working on drills and prepping his body for the pressure in the arena. She retracted her hand letting it fall against her leg. The corners of her lips perked into a smile—he was being modest a very redeemable trait. “You’re being too modest,” she laughed lightly. “I’ve heard about your stats and your point percentage just like all of FHS, you’ll lead us to victory I know it.”

“No I don’t need anything at all. I simply wanted to get to know you; I never see you around only here in class and in the arena. If it is alright with you, we should converse more, yes?”

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"Uh, kinda, I guess." As he would with any other, he kept his vision focused on hers while giving a lazy shrug of the shoulders. "I mean, seems kind of weird to 'be bad' for the sake of 'being bad,' don'tcha think?" From what he could tell, she didn't seem to have a strong grasp on the topic, but the fact that she was interested in it perked his attention. It wasn't very often kids his age wanted to discuss anything other than drinking and sex. "But, you're right, Lenne, you can't know their conditioning unless you get to know them. Usually pretty in depth!" Intrigued, he allowed a chuckle to press from his lipd as he shifted forward and began to uncross his arms. "Well, even if you know their conditioning, seems unfair to hold it against them," he averred, placing his appendages on his desk before leaning onto them. "They were conditioned that way, whether you knew it or not. Yanno?"

"Ah, well, I try," he admitted, roughing the back of his hair once more before shifting his attention to his pen and pawing at it. His eyes captured her gaze again as he allowed an innocent smirk to slant his mouth. "But it's the team that gets us there, y'know. Couldn't do it without 'em!" A glance was given to the clock before he collected his notebook and writing utensil and set them in his bag. Standing, he slung the dark backpack over his shoulder and touched the girl's arm. "Sure, if you want to. Considering school's over, it's probably a good idea to converse somewhere else though."

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Deep brown eyes watched the clock counting down to the final second when the bell would eventually ring. She was always the first to finish and the first to walk out of the classroom into the student filled hallway; her sanctuary for gossip and knowledge for the latest fashion trends. Instead today she needed to copy extra notes for their upcoming test, setting her a few seconds behind schedule.

The only student left to leave the classroom caught her eye, she first noticed him when he argued his view point against their teachers and now when he sat at his desk pen held lightly between his fingers. He was attractive—so was she. It was only natural that she introduce herself. “I heard your argument presented in class, it was very good by the way. Aren’t you the star player of the blitzball team?” She asked pushing her bag onto her shoulder. “I’m Lenne, by the way.” Extending her hand for the other to take, admiring his sun kissed skin and ocean blue eyes.

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"Oh, uh, thanks." Deep ocean optics fixated on pools of hazelnut as he straightened his posture and glanced around. The teacher seemed to have exited, leaving only them to talk. Strange. Leaning back, he gave a rough of his hair and looked the female's features over. Pretty; more so in the way society would prefer her, but that was alright. It was her choice to do what she pleased with her body and face. "Guess I'm just not into the idea that conditioning shouldn't play a part in how you view a person. Not really their fault they're the way they are, yanno?" A crooked grin was flashed as he dropped his pen and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I guess you could say that—" Somewhat awkwardly, he laughed before grasping her hand firmly and giving a shake. "I wouldn't say star player, but I like the sport. Nice to meet you, Lenne, I'm Shuyin." Another bright beam perked the corner of his mouth as he retracted his hand and again folded his arms. "So, uh, ya need somethin'? Not used to really seeing anyone in here this late after class."

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A last few words are scribbled in his notebook as the ringing of a bell signals throughout the classroom and hallways. As usual, he's the last to finish; he doesn't want to simply take notes, he wants to learn the notes he's taking. With a last period poked onto the paper, he peers up to find a young woman near his desk. "Oh— Uh, hi."

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"Vacation?"

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Consuming. It’s not the right word but it’s the first one that comes to mind. One simple word, a powerful word, was the only one that could accurately sum up their situation. Whenever she was around him she felt as if he were consuming her, and that he could either be the best thing or the worst thing for her either way her was there. She was beginning to feel that he felt that way as well. There was more to their teasing comments, and their sexually driven moments. Intimacy, or perhaps something deeper. Understanding. They understood each other and what they were growing into as a couple. A step above general “love.” 

The feeling of his callused fingertips against the small of her back, caused her to sigh in relief. This familiar and gentle gesture had become their gesture. Her previous declarations of love were only that childish and ignorant misdirected feelings of infatuation. A warm feeling flooded her sensed when she looked upon his gentle smirk and his crystalline gaze. Reciprocating his beam the moment he yanked her body closer to his. ”Oh really? Any time.” She pressed her lips against his cool cheek, “I choose now.” she whispered. 

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The normally confident and somewhat arrogant male was beginning to become slightly anxious, almost unnerved, at the position he and Ashelia stood emotionally. As reluctant as he was to admit it, he was beginning to give a lot of himself to her; a lot of his time, his effort, his mind went into her, even when the duo stood miles upon miles apart. . but was she doing the same for him? Gazing into her eyes, holding her as closely to him as he was, he was wanting, he was willing, to believe that she returned everything he offered her. However, will was not always enough when it came to these types of situations and, as much as he hated to come to terms with it, he was a little frightened by it all. Everything felt right, but feelings couldn't describe every situation accurately. More often than not, they clouded judgment rather than clarifying it, and the thought scared him.

Right now, he couldn't embrace these possibilities, though; he had to discard them to really enjoy what was happening. Rather than dwelling on the potential of his feelings being hurt, he smiled and took in a deep breath.

Again, his hands had slipped beneath her shirt to allow a roughened grasp to massage circles into her skin. The movement had become one he isolated, one he only performed on Ashe, one he was beginning to feel attachment to.

Feeling a moist touch of skin gracing his cheek, he ducked his head into the crook of her neck and sighed.

"What do you want now?" he inquired huskily before pressing open kisses to the softness that was Ashe.

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"Vacation?"

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Whenever she was in the same room with him, logic seemed to fade from her. She wasn’t a mindless puppet—no she knew what she was doing only that she acted on her emotions rather than her reasoning. She missed him; she always missed him. The familiar touch on her smooth skin, the all knowing smirk and his ideals. He could see through her as if her entire persona were made of glass. 

She felt her body become pressed against his hard physique. “That is true.” He had seen her half dressed in many of their encounters from her either teasing him, or their moment becoming heated before they forced themselves to stop. ”Taking me?” She repeated wrapping her arms around his neck. “I want you to take me.” Her features softened for a moment. 

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Comfort. It was odd thinking that such a feeling could be conjured from a situation as tangled and torn apart as theirs, but whenever around her, Shuyin felt comfortable. Sure, he'd tug and tease at her in his snarky and arrogant ways, but deep down, he was more than aware that his guard could be dropped. Was it even up? All of his actions now were so much more direct, so much more open than they had ever been before, he didn't believe there was much of a  barrier being held up between the two. Enjoyment. It was what he felt towards what the couple was beginning to grow into and it seemed it was what she felt, as well.

The softness his callused grasp pressed against as he maneuvered his hands to rest at the small of her back beneath her blouse was not only familiar, but smile worthy. Being in a good mood allowed his gaze and smirk to regain a gentleness as he inspected the darker flecks of slate in her irises. Feeling an effeminate hold reaching over his shoulders, he allowed his beam to widen. "That can be arranged." Suddenly, he yanked her further against him, pressing his lips against the tip of her ear as he embraced her. "Give me a time," he whispered before kissing her cheek.

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"Vacation?"

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“Oh, Shuyin…there you are.  Haven’t seen you in awhile.”

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"Avoiding you never was an easy task."

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"Vacation?"

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She tried to keep a straight face and show her indifference to his subsequent return. Her speech patterns were betraying her facial expressions. “I know you are a ship loader. I do pay attention to you.”

The blonde tilted her head looking at the rugged ship loader. His skin tanned from hours on the docks, and his hair darker. He was kissed by the sun, and she couldn’t help but let the corners of her lips curve upwards. “We, aren’t going anywhere. Me and you on vacation together will end up one of two ways. 1) We will either annoy each other to no end or 2) we will become closer and slip up and give into our carnal desires.” She placed her hands on her hips. “I do hear that a beach party of some sort is being held soon, and you have the luxury of seeing me in a bikini.” 

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Always attempting to outdo him or to appear uninterested- even if her voice hadn't given her away, Shuyin knew the princess. As if she wasn't enjoying herself already. "It's good to hear. I'd be disappointed otherwise."

"You forget that there is always the possibility of a combination of the two. You make it sound as though the idea holds little appeal." Even further upward did the edges of his mouth curl as he basked the familiar aroma of all that was Ashe. Whenever he was away, he missed her; it was inevitable. "What difference does that make? I've seen you half undressed before. The real question lies in whether or not I'm taking you." Smugly, he reached out and grasped hold of her waist, pulling her closer with an easy tug as he softened his features. "Well?"

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Ashe heard the familiar voice and turned to see that Shuyin was once again alive and well. 

“—I decided this, or well you decided this. Though I am positive you were out saving the world from danger or whatever fiend hunters do.” 

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"I load Ships, Ashe," he replied flatly, leaning against her doorway as she scanned her figure. While he attempted to sound unamused, the corners of his mouth betrayed him and flicked upward.

"Fiend hunting is simply a hobby that I've acquired." An aquatic gaze fixated on the female's eyes as the blonde dropped his appendages and paced his way to Ashelia. "Where are we going?" By now, he'd allowed his smirk to overcome his mouth as he came to a halt before the young woman and placed his hands to his hips.

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"Vacation?"

An eyebrow perked as the young male folded his arms.

"And who decided this?"

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It always came to this, their complicated relationship. He would knock on her door, and she would look through the peephole and then open the door. She would proceed to move out of the way and he would come in. Their evenings were spent with small talk, teasing and intimate gestures. Their relationship was unstable, a secret they shared but neither wanted to share with one another. She knew Balthier being in the picture put a stop to whatever they could have…would have had if she wouldn’t have fallen in love so quickly. She wanted more with him, but he was so harsh and cryptic, the idea of being with him was just a silly childish fancy. 

His response to what she said caused her to turn her head forward and she bit her lip. Their distored reflection bouncing off of her tv. “Sorry, it’s not like I knew where you were.” There was a bit of silence between the two of them. “I understand your lack of resources, as long as you return to town I’m happy.”

She moved closer to him and leaned forward grasping his hand with hers. 

“Of course I’m not trained to fight fiends, I’m trained to sit down, shut up and look pretty.” It wasn’t hard to note the bitterness in her voice at her lifestyle. A lifestyle she could change if she willed it. 

“Lets see, I was at work most of the time—waitressing is not an easy job. I attempted to cook dinner for Balthier when he returned but he did it for me since well I’ll burn it anyway. Then we got into a fight and he told me that I’m a cruel woman, self-righteous and hypocritical.” Biting the inside of her cheek she sighed. “He is right you know, I’m shallow too…like a kiddie pool shallow.”

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It seemed no matter how deeply into Ashelia he was able to carve, how far into her internal being was able to explore, he always came second to the other man. Maybe not second. . but he surely couldn't kick the rivaling male out of the picture. That was a sign, wasn't it? He couldn't get Balthier out of his scene, he couldn't isolate Ashelia from her feelings for her prince, he couldn't get her to feel for only Shuyin. The head games had ended long ago, though sometimes he wished he would have stuck to them. Along with the many webs of words he had sewn and stitched together, went his control over his own feelings, his ability to withdraw himself from the situation as an entirety, and the capability of him stepping out of  the relationship. He was stranded. Alone with the occasional visit from the blonde he had grown a little too fond of.

Knowing this, he rubbed his face at an attempt to wipe away the childish and irritating feelings that attempted to overthrow his system. Sighing again, he let his arms drop back down and lifted his head and gaze to peer into the kitchen parallel to Ashe and him.

"You couldn't have known where I was," he offered as an apology, a cloud of sadness beginning to swirl in the pools of ocean that were his irises. "Right. Happy." There was a gentle strain on the skin around his eyes as he kept his vision fixated before him, seemingly peering into an area far more distant than the kitchen. Feeling a grasp on his fingers, he allowed his irises to move, only slightly, as if in response. Instinct tugged him to return the clutch, but his mind mind warned against it. A hopeless struggle lasted for seconds before he was finally able to withhold himself from mimicking the squeeze, and with that, he finally looked to Ashe.

"You follow your training well. It's saddening at times." Her training seemed to lead her back to Balthier. . on top her being a mindless zombie, that was the sad part.

Softly, he smiled at her explanation, even finding humor and charm in the fact that she had been cooking for the one person who inadvertently got under his skin. "You won't get better at cooking if he doesn't allow you to correct your mistakes," he affirmed gently, scanning her eyes. "A waitress. How befitting." At her last statement, he leaned back into the couch once more and looked ahead. "What is it that makes you shallow, Ashe?"