「☾」( @kaiikos )
She glares, the blue of her eyes shine as blue as AETHERYTES framed by bruises that bloom like wildflowers over the rolling canyons of her face. It had been a hard last few months, and even HARDER FEW WEEKS for the crew. Lack of sleep catching up with her, she was only becoming more and more agitated by the day. Not that the cold of Ishgard particularly helped. If anything; it landed she and the male EXACTLY where they were right now.
It was the standoff of C E N T U R I E S with tension that not even her knives could cut through radiating over THIS BATTLEFIELD, miles of possible bloodshed between them. It was for the best that Psyche wasn’t here right now, and Nihra —— despite his indifference —— was in and out. This was conflict that couldn’t be put to rest so easily. Kolete hugs her arms close to her body as protective measures, brows knitting together in a challenge. He could have HIS JACKET back over her dead body.
❝ No i’m not giving it back yet! It’s cold! You wouldn’t want me to get frostbite! I could lose an entire arm, Lyka.❞