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[fatemy-friend]

[stanfordboundarchived]

sb else: calls him sammy and dies. maya: calls him sammy, but gives him the bambi face to prevent him getting pissy at her for it cccc:

It doesn't always work, Bambi.

[endurraesa]

[youngforevers]

i literally dont have a back up plan for my life

[thisbrilliantsky]

my craving for hot cocoa vs. the knowledge that i can’t finish a single mugful: fight!

[marie-dufresne]

🔪🔪

Stay here.

Two words, that’s all they were, but the tone in which Veld spoke them nearly froze the blood inside Marie’s veins. She smiled at him as he rose from their table, dropping her head down to her purse where she pulled out her phone, checking the time and then helping herself to one of the dinner rolls that had been sitting in the basket, pretending everything was fine.

She knew he was a dangerous man; she’d always known it. She also knew that work tended to travel with him so she did not fault him for leaving so suddenly. She’d seen the look in his eyes, seen him watching something--or someone--on the far part of the restaurant.

Maybe he’d taken her to this place because he knew something. Maybe he’d gotten lucky.

Maybe he’d gotten unlucky.

Though Marie had truthfully answered ‘work’ when their server inquired without really inquiring about her solitude at the dinner table, she realized what a cliche response that had been and that it was unlikely anyone believed her, particularly with all the pitying stares her way and, after an hour of waiting, a dessert on the house.

She was not angry with Veld (disappointed their date had been cut so short, but not angry), but Marie could not sit alone a table in a room filled with couples for much longer, not with the way they looked at her.

He’d told her to stay, but her house wasn’t far from here. She’d manage and if he wasn’t too exhausted, he might join her there. She’d cook something.  

Declining the offer they call her cab, Marie made her way into the night, to the streets of Midgar she knew so well. She’d barely rounded the corner when she found Veld, one arm up against a building for support panting slightly, a heavy curse falling from his mouth.

His jacket was gone. Maybe it would have been an easier sight for Marie to take in had he not lost it. After all, dark fabric hid blood oh-so-much easier than white did. And oh how much blood there was.

She knew he was a dangerous man.

She’d always known.

His mystery and air of danger, his job had been one of the reasons she’d been so attracted to such an older man in the first place, but up until now she hadn’t realized what exactly she’d gotten herself into.

He hadn’t noticed her yet, or at least she imagined he hadn’t and she was glad for it. While he always had a stern, haggard look about him, this was different. Deadly didn’t quite sum it up, but all of her desire to touch him vanished. She took a small step back. There was another way home.

Her one step did not go any further than that, watching him compose himself from their short distance. It was only a matter of seconds really until he looked up and saw her, or heard the click of her shoes.

Then he did, and Marie was afraid.

It hurt her, to be scared. It pained her to want to run, but he did not look upon her with the ever present softness of a lover. He was working. Or had just been working. She wasn’t his subordinate but in this moment she didn’t think it mattered much. He’d given her an order and she’d openly disobeyed him.

She didn’t truly believe he would hurt her, but the anticipation of physical pain was not what frightened her so. It was this truth, this ugly action she could only imagine was taken on another human being. But more than the fact that he could, would, and did kill, was how little it bothered him on the daily.

Or worse yet, how easily he lied about how he felt.

What else did he lie to her about?

“I’m not afraid of this,” she told him, though the way tears rolled down her cheeks betrayed her. The trembling of her bottom lip gave away the truth but she remained still.

This was what she signed up for. She’d always said she didn’t mind. His job was a part of him and she accepted it.

Well here it was, laid bare for her. If she truly was going to love this man, she’d have to face this, the aftermath of the truth of what he did for ShinRa. So with a shaky breath and quivering fingers, she reached out to touch his face as she whispered, “I’m not afraid of you.”

[apexarrow]

In regards to the Tumblr FFXIV Community today 8/10/17

@aelorellevallancourt

[seagullson]

Well, that didn’t take long.