#antholcgies

[daydrecming]

@antholcgies / remember the last time this happened?

arms crossed over her middle, violet watches the sparring match in front of her with mild interest. there are so many things she needs to figure out right now, so many ends that need tying up that she almost forgets that this is where her focus is supposed to be right now. in another life, maybe. one where she's able to just focus on training rather than carrying the weight of finding a cure on her shoulders.

her eyes shift to dain, lips tugging up in a ghost of a smile. "yeah, imogen laid him out." to no one's surprise. who hasn't been on the end of imogen's wrath? as far as violet was concerned, she was lucky the worst she ever walked away with was a dislocated shoulder. "are you going to take the next round? i'd love to see her flip you." admittedly, it would probably be pretty evenly matched — at least more interesting than the beat down they're watching now.

[daydrecming]

@antholcgies / ❛ the last time i saw you, you were going to say something… and then you stopped. ❜

complicated doesn't even begin to cover their relationship — sloane's mind is still reeling over the fact that there is a relationship to be complicated at all. she'd come to basgiath with low expectations, half expecting to die before threshing and if that didn't happen she was just going to keep her head down, stick to the marked ones and try to make it through the next three years. all while avoiding dain as much as humanley possible because she had hated him — despised him. wanted nothing to do with him.

and now... now he's the one steady thing in her life. the thing she can lean against for support, no matter what. this was never supposed to happen. everything between them was supposed to be strictly physical and it was. until it wasn't. and she wanted to tell him that — felt the words dancing on the tip of her tongue every morning when she slipped out his door and raced back to her dorm so avoid being caught. but she could never quite bring herself to say them. this had been the closest she'd gotten. when she had been helping him pack for his trip with the quest squad for gods knows how long. but then someone had knocked and she'd been forced to hide in the bathroom while dain scrambled out to the flight field and she told him what she'd wanted to say wasn't important and it could wait.

"was i?" she feigns ignorance, brows furrowed and nose scrunched in thought. "it's... don't worry about it." she shakes her head, a hand reaching out to trace the outline of a bruise underneath his eye. "you just got back. you look exhausted. we don't have to go there right now."