#half noble.

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acxlyte

aida stood still and rigid, staring at the other near her. she was known to be suspicious of others - not as if she didn’t care, but rather to make sure they would not pull a dagger on her.

it was an awful thing to assume of others, that she knew. but she’d been on the brink of death so often, it was a familiarity, like a part of her, along with her suspicions. 

she stood tall and almost proud, a blank expression on her face. her fingers brush against the sword on her hilt, the dagger hidden up her sleeve, her breath held. she speaks, her voice clear.

❝ What is it? Please, speak quickly. ❞

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moonie.

aida had her arms crossed as she listened to some random drunk at the tavern, bored out of her mind. her fingers rapped against the counter, and she sighed and orders another drink.

she was almost pissed. tillie was supposed to meet her here hours ago. or at least, it might have been hours ago. she had lost track of time - all she knew was that she was tired of waiting. 

tillie had told her to wait while she got aida’s bridesmaid outfit for her wedding. though, as much as she loved her widdle alchemist, she probably wasn’t going to wear it anyways. aida preferred stuff she could easily fight in. though, maybe tillie was considering that in her outfit choice?

aida took a swig of her drink - at that point she couldn’t give a fuck what she was drinking - and held her forehead while she groaned. how long could it take tillie to get an outfit?

aida heard the door open and shut, and her head shot straight up. she nearly fell from her seat spinning around so fast. her face had immediately lightened up, thinking tillie finally was here and ---

❝ Oh. Hi, Zander. ❞

how kind of her.

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aida listened to the teacher rant on and on about the importance of getting to class on time, of getting homework in, on behaving in class, without actually listening. she heard the words, yes, but didn’t care to focus on them at all.

❝ Listen. If you think more boring lectures are going to make me pay attention to your other boring lectures, then I’m surprised you’re even a teacher - you’d be more of a dumbass. ❞

she had never been one to respect the man. she barely cared enough to learn his name. it meant nothing to her anyways - his words were empty to her. aida hated teachers like him - constant lectures and rants towards her  ❛ inappropriate ❜ behavior.

❝ Now, I’m sure you have something better to do than bore me. Like, perhaps, your fucking job? I know I’d wish to be elsewhere. ❞