☆ @brightsolace
tugging his cloak tighter around his shoulders, yuri briskly makes his way back into town. he’s been making himself somewhat useful as a scout... though he’s not entirely sure if he’s truly doing much to help everyone. he’s been able to locate some resources, sure, but... well, he’s not yet accustomed to the climate of eidolon. the perpetual winter adds a certain difficulty to both traveling and fighting. yuri only had to deal with this sort of thing once back in terca lumireis - the damn blade drifts - and he can’t exactly say that he had a blast. not that he’s complaining. this’ll all get easier with time. maybe.
anyway, none of that matters right now. the day was long and exhaustion clings to his bones like icicles. maybe he should head to the tavern instead of the bunkhouse... a warm drink sounds so good right about now. he glances over those around him, silently nodding in greeting if they happen to make eye contact with him. that’s when his gaze falls upon someone.
someone undoubtedly new, but familiar. too familiar to be a stranger.
“wait...”
that blond hair... that sword. it’s... no way. it can’t possibly be...
“flynn?!”
yuri breaks out into what could be considered a sprint - fatigue be damned. his breaths come out in gasps; quick and desperate, as if flynn will disappear should yuri not talk to him right this very second. yuri is a child again, in the lower quarter - running towards his best friend in the whole world, filled with nothing but the simple joy of seeing him once more.
and... thud!
yuri slams into flynn, sending them both toppling into the snow beneath them. yuri can’t help it - he’s laughing. loudly. so loudly that it’s soon replaced by a coughing fit. he’ll blame the cold on that one. it must’ve frozen over his brain.
“what the hell are you doing here, flynn?!”














