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i have accomplished absolutely nothing today except for torturing my hubby
Ringabel from Bravely Default, based on the party chat “Ringabel’s Tears” bc it absolutely broke my fragile heart he lp
“Just breathe.”
Ringabel tries to obey his Angel’s gentle orders, her guiding voice almost impossible to hear for all the pounding in his head. It hurt too much to think, his mind full of old, painful memories that had ambushed him all at once in the vulnerable state of sleep. It wasn’t fair–all Ringabel wanted was just to get a decent night’s rest for once, not be reduced to a traumatized state by the horrors of the past. Even just breathing is a difficult task to accomplish with all his trembling and choked cries.
To say he was a mess would be a grand understatement, and the greatest shame of it all was that once again Edea Lee had to witness it, and be the one to keep him grounded and sane.
“I–I–I–sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Edea scolded him, but tried to keep her voice gentle. But there was simply nothing for him to apologize for! Anyone with a brain could see that he didn’t want to be like this.
But instead of saying more, she reached over to stroke his hair. “Just calm down.”
Her hand to his hair is nice, providing a sensation of soothing peace like mother to child. Ringabel tries harder for her to calm his dark void of a mind, forcing himself to take deep breaths and clear his head. He lets out a groan, moving a hand to cradle his poor temples.
“It’s embarrassing…for you to see this, An–Edea.”
“Well, there’s nothing you can do about it now. Just calm down and breathe. You’ll be okay.”
Maybe it was a little embarrassing for him, sure. But for her, it was worrying. Before, just a few months ago, she would have taken note of any time that he was acting less than cool and happily used it against him, but not this. She wasn’t so cruel.
If he needed some help calming down, then she would help. It was what friends were for, wasn’t it?
“No, there–there isn’t.” There really wasn’t a thing he could do about it now, because this was all his fault. Ringabel could hardly be classified as ‘okay’, and it was nothing a few breathing exercises could fix. No, he was forever broken in every aspect. All because he–he couldn’t–Edea–!!
“Aah–!” Ringabel groans at a sharp stab of pain of a growing headache. She should leave him–he wasn’t worth her worry, never would be,–and yet he selfishly wished for his Angel to stay at his side.
“Just breathe,” she repeated, reaching over to touch his head. Maybe White Magic? Or some painkillers. Or some alcohol. Or something. She can’t just let him sit here in pain!
So she would stay as long as he needed her to, petting his hair like this. Until the headache went away or.. “Why don’t you sleep?”
Ringabel leans into her hand that rests on his aching head, as if it alone has the power to bring an end to the pain. He snorts at her suggestion, unable to help a strangle of a mad laugh from slipping past his tight frown. Ah, that did no favors for the headache.
“Sleep…?” He echoes. Edea was asking for the impossible. His sanity was questionable, and to go back to sleep when that was the cause of it all? Ringabel may as well walk into a dragons’ den without armor. The man was undeniably exhausted, but resting was the last thing on his mind that tormented him so. “You should sleep, Angel. Don’t let me keep you awake.”
He’s like a puppy! A sad, sad puppy. Edea scratches his head gently, wondering if he’d likes being patted behind the ears.
And when he laughs like that, she barely stops herself from smacking his head in annoyance- no Edea, that probably wouldn’t help his head. Instead, she thwaps his shoulder.
“You’re the one who needs to sleep!” He needed the rest. She could be okay for a while, and then she’d just sleep in tomorrow.
“Just breathe.”
Ringabel tries to obey his Angel’s gentle orders, her guiding voice almost impossible to hear for all the pounding in his head. It hurt too much to think, his mind full of old, painful memories that had ambushed him all at once in the vulnerable state of sleep. It wasn’t fair–all Ringabel wanted was just to get a decent night’s rest for once, not be reduced to a traumatized state by the horrors of the past. Even just breathing is a difficult task to accomplish with all his trembling and choked cries.
To say he was a mess would be a grand understatement, and the greatest shame of it all was that once again Edea Lee had to witness it, and be the one to keep him grounded and sane.
“I–I–I–sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Edea scolded him, but tried to keep her voice gentle. But there was simply nothing for him to apologize for! Anyone with a brain could see that he didn’t want to be like this.
But instead of saying more, she reached over to stroke his hair. “Just calm down.”
Her hand to his hair is nice, providing a sensation of soothing peace like mother to child. Ringabel tries harder for her to calm his dark void of a mind, forcing himself to take deep breaths and clear his head. He lets out a groan, moving a hand to cradle his poor temples.
“It’s embarrassing…for you to see this, An–Edea.”
“Well, there’s nothing you can do about it now. Just calm down and breathe. You’ll be okay.”
Maybe it was a little embarrassing for him, sure. But for her, it was worrying. Before, just a few months ago, she would have taken note of any time that he was acting less than cool and happily used it against him, but not this. She wasn’t so cruel.
If he needed some help calming down, then she would help. It was what friends were for, wasn’t it?
“No, there–there isn’t.” There really wasn’t a thing he could do about it now, because this was all his fault. Ringabel could hardly be classified as ‘okay’, and it was nothing a few breathing exercises could fix. No, he was forever broken in every aspect. All because he–he couldn’t–Edea–!!
“Aah–!” Ringabel groans at a sharp stab of pain of a growing headache. She should leave him–he wasn’t worth her worry, never would be,–and yet he selfishly wished for his Angel to stay at his side.
“Just breathe,” she repeated, reaching over to touch his head. Maybe White Magic? Or some painkillers. Or some alcohol. Or something. She can’t just let him sit here in pain!
So she would stay as long as he needed her to, petting his hair like this. Until the headache went away or.. “Why don’t you sleep?”
“Just breathe.”
Ringabel tries to obey his Angel’s gentle orders, her guiding voice almost impossible to hear for all the pounding in his head. It hurt too much to think, his mind full of old, painful memories that had ambushed him all at once in the vulnerable state of sleep. It wasn’t fair–all Ringabel wanted was just to get a decent night’s rest for once, not be reduced to a traumatized state by the horrors of the past. Even just breathing is a difficult task to accomplish with all his trembling and choked cries.
To say he was a mess would be a grand understatement, and the greatest shame of it all was that once again Edea Lee had to witness it, and be the one to keep him grounded and sane.
“I–I–I–sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Edea scolded him, but tried to keep her voice gentle. But there was simply nothing for him to apologize for! Anyone with a brain could see that he didn’t want to be like this.
But instead of saying more, she reached over to stroke his hair. “Just calm down.”
Her hand to his hair is nice, providing a sensation of soothing peace like mother to child. Ringabel tries harder for her to calm his dark void of a mind, forcing himself to take deep breaths and clear his head. He lets out a groan, moving a hand to cradle his poor temples.
“It’s embarrassing…for you to see this, An–Edea.”
“Well, there’s nothing you can do about it now. Just calm down and breathe. You’ll be okay.”
Maybe it was a little embarrassing for him, sure. But for her, it was worrying. Before, just a few months ago, she would have taken note of any time that he was acting less than cool and happily used it against him, but not this. She wasn’t so cruel.
If he needed some help calming down, then she would help. It was what friends were for, wasn’t it?
“Just breathe.”
Ringabel tries to obey his Angel’s gentle orders, her guiding voice almost impossible to hear for all the pounding in his head. It hurt too much to think, his mind full of old, painful memories that had ambushed him all at once in the vulnerable state of sleep. It wasn’t fair–all Ringabel wanted was just to get a decent night’s rest for once, not be reduced to a traumatized state by the horrors of the past. Even just breathing is a difficult task to accomplish with all his trembling and choked cries.
To say he was a mess would be a grand understatement, and the greatest shame of it all was that once again Edea Lee had to witness it, and be the one to keep him grounded and sane.
“I–I–I–sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Edea scolded him, but tried to keep her voice gentle. But there was simply nothing for him to apologize for! Anyone with a brain could see that he didn’t want to be like this.
But instead of saying more, she reached over to stroke his hair. “Just calm down.”
Oh, don't worry, my dear Tiz! I need not ask you questions, but insist you direct any you have to yours truly! Perhaps how to fix that behead of sheep fluff that you call hair--might I suggest a pompadour like moi? Or maybe you have concerns of how to woo young maidens, such as darling Agnés for example? And how to fix your poor fashion sense from country bumpkin to Wakoku Warrior Vagrant? Ah, but no need to rush, Tiz! I am always here for you and happy to help should you need me (and you do!)!
[sheep fluff–there is no way he’s styling his hair into a pompadour–poor fashion sense–
Tiz’s face is red with upset by the time he’s done listening, enough to completely hide his small embarrassment over Agnès, and he bursts out: ] I think I could teach you a thing or two about modesty and politeness!
Hey Ringabel! There’s no need to be rude to Tiz!
Even if his hair looks like he got caught in a windstorm, and he doesn’t know how to dress, and maybe even if he still hasn’t confessed to Agnès, you shouldn’t bring those up in front of him! That’s just mean.
Now be a good boy and apologise!!
I don’t want you talking behind my back, either! [EDEA ARE YOU TRYING TO HELP OR ARE YOU JUST TEASING HIM MORE] Just–both of you, mind your own business! My hair is fine, my clothes are fine, my–uhhh–Agnès is fine!!!
We don’t talk about you behind your back. [ That was rude.... okay maybe sometimes they lamented his lack of fashion and his lack of sweeping Agnes into his arms and smooching her, but that was it! ]
Your Agnes is fine? Awww, Tiz!
Oh, don't worry, my dear Tiz! I need not ask you questions, but insist you direct any you have to yours truly! Perhaps how to fix that behead of sheep fluff that you call hair--might I suggest a pompadour like moi? Or maybe you have concerns of how to woo young maidens, such as darling Agnés for example? And how to fix your poor fashion sense from country bumpkin to Wakoku Warrior Vagrant? Ah, but no need to rush, Tiz! I am always here for you and happy to help should you need me (and you do!)!
[sheep fluff–there is no way he’s styling his hair into a pompadour–poor fashion sense–
Tiz’s face is red with upset by the time he’s done listening, enough to completely hide his small embarrassment over Agnès, and he bursts out: ] I think I could teach you a thing or two about modesty and politeness!
Hey Ringabel! There’s no need to be rude to Tiz!
Even if his hair looks like he got caught in a windstorm, and he doesn’t know how to dress, and maybe even if he still hasn’t confessed to Agnès, you shouldn’t bring those up in front of him! That’s just mean.
Now be a good boy and apologise!!
{ 愛 } Ringabel smiled, but it was a strained smile. He just couldn’t understand why this date had her so happy. Was this man better than him? What could he be doing wrong?
Either way. he was going to figure it out.
He broke away from his inner thoughts and shook his head. “Let’s hurry. I want to get back as soon as possible.”
Oh yeah, this date was much better than him. It was 12 inches of ice cream, sugar, and sweetened pancake, topped with whipped cream, nuts and two cherries. As part of her diet, Edea had limited herself to one per week, and today was the day!
She hummed happily to herself as they made their way down to the pub. “So... you know, it might be a little boring to watch me and my de - date. Don’t you have other plans for today?”
“They cling more, but they’re lighter and will give you more movement!” Leggings weren’t as restrictive as pants. And they’d make his butt look even better…. she tried to hide a smile behind the leggings. Agnes was going to be so surprised.
No wait, she should be careful around him before she spooks him again. “Why don’t you try them on to see how they fit?”
Appealing to practicality is usually a good approach with Tiz. Some part of him still wants to say no, because leggings, but he’s worn Arcanist.
He can’t really say no just because they’re leggings, after Arcanist.
So after some brief deliberation over color (white, red, black, gray, gold? …he’ll just go with white, it seems safe), he disappears into the fitting room. It’s just one outfit. Shouldn’t take any time at all.
And, indeed, doesn’t take much time for Tiz to remark: “…This shirt was not made for leggings, Edea. It’s too short? You can see…”
It does good work at defining his butt and muscled legs. It’s also a more defined view of other parts than either his pants or even the arcanist leggings offer, and he opens the fitting room door halfway to show Edea the fluster on his face and the simple fact that this sort of fit at the crotch is not what he’s used to, especially when the last button of the shirt hits just below the waist, allowing the rest of the shirt to part and not conceal it at all.
It’s not completely unwearable so much as that he’s pretty sure this is leaning more toward the sort of thing Ringabel would wear. He feels a little weird letting Edea see him in it, but she’d probably be annoyed if he didn’t let her know what exactly the issue was.
““I’m just…going to change back.”
“What do you mean, ‘it’s not made for leggings-’“ Edea starts, but cuts off with a gasp when he emerges from the fitting room, her hands flying up to her mouth to cover that gasp and also any smiles that might inadvertently slip out. Oh goodness.
Yes, it defined his butt and legs quite well, but it was defining other parts of him that Edea didn’t want to see. She wasn’t sure even Ringabel would be that shameless! He would at least wear a long enough shirt over it! That was bordering on indecent, and something only Agnes should be looking at.
She looks away, blushing. “Okay, I believe you! Go put your clothes back on, and we’ll find you pants.”
... he was not walking out of this store without a pair of pants.
Even one new outfit is a celebration, considering how Tiz was when it came to things like this! It was like pulling teeth. Not… for the first time, she wished Ringabel were around. At least in this situation he’d probably do a better job at getting clothes on Tiz, right?
Tiz is right; that shirt with THOSE pants? She shakes her head before he starts looking again.
“I’m telling you Tiz, tight pants. Not too tight, of course, but… oh, how about leggings!” She holds up a pair for him.
He wishes Ringabel were around, too.
Not for things like this, though, he’d just be insufferable. (Perhaps the kind of insufferable that would get Tiz into multiple new outfits, but still. Insufferable.)
He hesitates when she lifts the pair up. “Aren’t leggings going to be too tight by their making? They cling more than pants.”
“They cling more, but they’re lighter and will give you more movement!” Leggings weren’t as restrictive as pants. And they’d make his butt look even better.... she tried to hide a smile behind the leggings. Agnes was going to be so surprised.
No wait, she should be careful around him before she spooks him again. “Why don’t you try them on to see how they fit?”
{ 愛 } Ringabel nodded and walked backwards, making sure to pay attention to where he was going. He didn’t want her to see the gift he had behind his back, mainly because it was nowhere near finished. He still had to buy a number of things before it was presentable.
Now, where to hide it? Hiding under the bed was a horrible idea. Maybe hiding it in the drawer would work? He gingerly placed it in the drawer and made sure the roses didn’t get squashed or anything.
He came back a few minutes later, giving Edea a small smile. “Shall we go?”
Oh he was definitely up to something. Don’t think she didn’t notice how weird he was behaving, Ringabel! Were it any other time, she might dig into it a little, but as it is, she is late for her date.
... with the parfait. If she didn’t hurry, it might lose maximum flavor.
As soon as he returned, she gave him a wider smile. “I’m all ready to go!”
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Oh good, Tiz is still with her. She’ll just have to be a little more careful with what she says. He’s like a skittish sheep… she doubts he’d appreciate the comparison.
“Of course it doesn’t count,” she says, but now examines the shirt that he’s selected, at first simply staring at it before rubbing the fabric between her fingers. It… it looks nice! Really nice!
“This is actually really nice looking!” She… hopes she doesn’t sound too surprised, because she knows Tiz has an eye for beauty, he just doesn’t use it all that often. “I bet you’ll look great in it. And good color, too!”
“Okay.” Such a short utterance, but it holds so much relief. That’s half of the outfit, then. “So…pants.”
Is he going to walk out of here with only one new outfit? Maybe. Maybe he’ll figure out another shirt to snag on the way out. For now, he looks at the few pants he took, and winces a little as he holds them up to the shirt. Because he does have working eyes, contrary to a few of Ringabel’s statements, and he can tell the pants don’t go with the shirt that Edea’s approved of. They’re baggy, and it just looks weird with the shirt’s fitted cut.
“I really don’t want to show off that much,” he mumbles, but he does start looking at the whole selection of pants again.
Even one new outfit is a celebration, considering how Tiz was when it came to things like this! It was like pulling teeth. Not... for the first time, she wished Ringabel were around. At least in this situation he’d probably do a better job at getting clothes on Tiz, right?
Tiz is right; that shirt with THOSE pants? She shakes her head before he starts looking again.
“I’m telling you Tiz, tight pants. Not too tight, of course, but... oh, how about leggings!” She holds up a pair for him.
“Why not? The more the merrier!” She grinned up at him. Who knows, maybe he had even had a chance with her, once she was finished with the parfait.
{ 愛 } He remained silent, contemplating on going or not. If he stayed, that would give him time to finish what he was doing, and it would be ready by the time she came back. But at the same time…
He really wanted to know who her date was. What if the guy was up to no good? “I’m coming with you. Just give me a moment.”
A moment? He needed a moment? That was weird. Edea cocked her head at him, but nodded. “Okay, okay. But hurry up, or I’ll leave you behind~!”
She wouldn’t. But it was good to let him sweat a little. Kept him from getting too complacent or whatever. Of course, she’d make it up to him later for all the teasing, provided he was a good boy.
Oopsie! Maybe she should shouldn’t have said it quite that way.
Even if Tiz is pretty adorable when he’s blushing, it all means nothing if he keeps wearing that terrible onsie (which is totally the complete opposite of adorable)! Edea stands up, ready to pounce on him if need be.
“Oh no you don’t, Tiz Arrior! Who said anything about Agnes examining your butt in the pendant?!” Okay, even Edea has her limits. She places her hands on her cheeks, laughing a little. “I meant - you don’t think she’ll be captive forever, do you? No! So you’re going to sweep in as her knight in shining armor in a nice outfit.”
…She did have a point: of course they were going to see Agnès in person at some point. The sooner, the better. But– “Can’t I just use the knight asterisk for that…?”
He already has the feeling that doesn’t count, and he resignedly looks once more through the clothes he put down. Most of the shirts in it are cream or white, neutral colors, but there are two in bright red, his favorite color that other people will actually acknowledge as a color. The one that was more eye-catching to him is red with clean white accents, and he pulls it out, staring it down.
It’s, well. It’s actually not baggy. He’ll just turn it to Edea with a questioning look.
Oh good, Tiz is still with her. She’ll just have to be a little more careful with what she says. He’s like a skittish sheep... she doubts he’d appreciate the comparison.
“Of course it doesn’t count,” she says, but now examines the shirt that he’s selected, at first simply staring at it before rubbing the fabric between her fingers. It... it looks nice! Really nice!
“This is actually really nice looking!” She... hopes she doesn’t sound too surprised, because she knows Tiz has an eye for beauty, he just doesn’t use it all that often. “I bet you’ll look great in it. And good color, too!”
That’s it? That’s no fun. Edea paused. It wasn’t fun to tease him when he didn’t know he was being teased. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, after all…. just mess around with him a little bit.
“Hmm,” she thought, tapping her chin with a finger. “Why don’t you come with me!” That way he can loosen up a little bit. But in the meantime, letting him sweat on the idea of Edea on a real date could be interesting.
Ringabel’s fingers twitched slightly. “G-go with you? On your date…?” Surely she didn’t intend for him to be the third wheel? He would feel as if he was in some sort of competition…
“Are you absolutely sure you want me to tag along?”
“Why not? The more the merrier!” She grinned up at him. Who knows, maybe he had even had a chance with her, once she was finished with the parfait.
Who says they can’t make a whole call out of “Look Agnes at how nice and sexy Tiz looks when he’s cleaned up!”? That’s a monumental occasion, and something Agnes needs to know.
She just smiles at him instead of responding. She loves Tiz, she really does, but he knows nothing about fashion. Except maybe bumpkin fashion. And while bumpkin fashion is okay, it’s not in season.
Plain is okay, baggy is okay, but not the two of them together. It’s all she can do not to sigh in exasperation and start dressing him. Edea sits on her hands and watches him pick out clothing, trying to withhold judgement until he tries it all on - maybe it’ll look nice once it’s put together - but eventually she has to speak up. “You know I’ll pay for anything… you should buy something that makes your butt look nice. For Agnes.”
Edea. Edea. There are certain things you just shouldn’t say if you don’t want Tiz to get nervous on you.
“Wh-who’s even looking at that?! Agnès isn’t going to see–we’re talking to her through a pendant!” You know, a small, spherical object that tends to distort whatever’s not in the center of the image and he is not presenting his booty for Her Holiness’ approval. This is just not a thing that is happening, the pendant is not going anywhere near there.
He looks down at the clothes again, but his face is turning red that Edea would even bring something like that up, and he shakes his head before putting the whole pile down. Onesies are fine. He can keep wearing a onesie forever. Where is the flee command for this encounter.
Oopsie! Maybe she should shouldn’t have said it quite that way.
Even if Tiz is pretty adorable when he’s blushing, it all means nothing if he keeps wearing that terrible onsie (which is totally the complete opposite of adorable)! Edea stands up, ready to pounce on him if need be.
“Oh no you don’t, Tiz Arrior! Who said anything about Agnes examining your butt in the pendant?!” Okay, even Edea has her limits. She places her hands on her cheeks, laughing a little. “I meant - you don’t think she’ll be captive forever, do you? No! So you’re going to sweep in as her knight in shining armor in a nice outfit.”