#damechevalier

[yunhuntress]

TMI -Sei

As if being stuck in one position didn’t hurt enough, the feeling of having her head out of her body made that weird. Looking to Sei, she managed a crooked smile while the medicines got to work. A morphine drip had been added into her hand through an IV. 

"I just wanna go home, fuckin’ make ya scream and just sleep. Why did ya let me think it was a good idea ta road surf on the top of my motorcycle?"

[baltusar-blog]

Sei and Gil, winter

He didn’t know why he stayed with her. In all honesty, he liked Seifer as much as a cat liked a dog, and yet in the cold, it was difficult for him to feel any real enmity. Slow and sedate, in the fashion of a cold snake, he meandered on his way, hardly paying heed to the woman as she pestered and bothered. Gilgamesh tucked his chin into his red scarf, leather gloved fingers burrowing into the pockets of his black pea coat as they sought warmth.

Finally did he turn to her, when they reached the entrance of the park he had come to frequent on his walks, and frown, brushing golden hair from his eyes.

“Ninizi, I would have thought the ice to cool you, but evidently I was mistaken. Can we not call a truce for an hour, and get back to clawing at each other’s throats later? Even in the War, enemy Servants were able to drink together in peace, though it was a moment short-lived.”

[theeternallycursed]

"Sei... I don't like asking for favors, particularly where this nuisance is concerned, but I need to look for Gilgamesh's White half... it got scattered somewhere in the Imaginary boundary in a fight, and I can't just leave the Black one alone... I'll buy you dinner, desert, and a new knife if you look after him?"

[baltusar-blog]

"... I don't know how to go home."

[theeternallycursed]

"And how is my Regina doing today, eh?"

[lorem--solitudinis]

                  "--'Ey, princess?               I wanna talk ta' ya'."

[damechevalier]

[text]: Uh, no. I’m not. 

[text]: I don’t know where you got THAT idea, but you need to get over it ASAP. 

[lorem--solitudinis]

[ text: ] just accept it, babe. [ text: ] i like ya' n' i think deep down ya' like me ta'.'

[wewereveryhappy-archive]

damechevalier:

She takes one last drag, and gestures with it, ash falling onto the concrete of the path. 

"So?"

It’s not like it’ll be the thing that kills her, anyway.  

"There is nowhere else on the entire island you can do that?"  He would tell her to ditch it in an ashtray, if there actually were any on the grounds.