Aug 26, 2018
This is Estinien for you :D
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This is Estinien for you :D
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▤ = falling asleep on them.
As much as he wanted to be cross with Haela for deciding his lap would be the perfect place to rest her head for a spell, he simply couldn’t. Not when he took one long look at the dark bags hanging heavily beneath her eyes or saw the way she swayed and shook as though the next gust of wind would topple her to the ground. She deserved to rest for as long as the moment would allow her to.
“‘Stinien…” Her speech was slurred slightly, be it because she was all but forcing herself to stay awake even when her eyes drooped shut. “…am I too heavy? I can find another place.” Suddenly his head began to hurt. She could not just accept that he let her lay down on her and be done with it, could she? It annoyed him to no end, but he took a few extra seconds of his time to calm himself before responding.
His voice was soft, quiet even ( something rare for the usually extremely rabid dragoon ). “You need not apologize. Please, Haela, you need to sleep or else you may fall ill.”
“Not often you hear the Azure sound worried.” She teased with a smile, trying to find a spot on the Elezen’s legs which were comfortable. “Your legs are too boney.” She said with a huff, finally ceasing her tossing.
He could not help but roll her eyes at her comment. “If you have such a problem with them then perhaps you would like for me to suggest someone else you can use as a pillow?” If he had to spend another minute with her, he was sure he was going to explode. However, he received no snide remark in return and his eyes trailed back down to her. “Haela?”
It was obvious by the steady rise and fall of her chest that she had finally succumbed to her exhaustion, much to his delight. He was gentle as one of his hands found its way onto her hair and running his fingers through it. “You truly are an idiot to let yourself become so tired.” He would have to watch her much more closely from now on. Ishgard could not lose someone so valuable and he hated to admit it, but he could not bear to lose her company.
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“I said leave me be.” He called out to the woman behind him, teeth clattering together as he attempted to rub warmth into his hands. It was too damn cold outside and of course Halone thought to make him a fool and leave them both stranded in Coerthas whilst a blizzard blew through.
Haela had suggested they find a place shielded from the wind and huddle together to conserve heat, but he had other ideas– stupider ones. Like hell he would let himself be near her when he obviously did not even find enjoyment in having her follow him for his duties. It would have been better if she had simply stayed within the Holy See and left him to do his work.
The wind only worsened as he continued to pace forward, knowing full well that he was cementing his death if he did not find shelter soon. Even so, Haela followed behind him like a lost puppy and it was so incredibly annoying.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he felt his body begin to heat up, building from the back of his neck and blooming across every part of him. If he stayed out any longer then he would fall due to hypothermia… That much was obvious as he could already feel himself swaying on his feet from the initial symptoms.
Turning on his heels, he faced the other Dragoon and sighed as he walked over to her. “Fine, we can go along with your idea.” The next few minutes passed in a blur of being dragged behind a rock formation and Haela all but hanging off of him, arms tightly constricted around him.
“Is this truly necessary?”
“Yes, now be quiet.”
It was impossible to tell if the heat he was feeling was from his slight sickness or his companion, inching closer to her and hiding his face in her shoulder as she rubbed slow circles onto his back. He could not help but wind his arms around her, pressing her near to him before nuzzling helplessly.
“If you ever speak a word of this, I will personally rip your tongue so you may never speak again.”
♟:Patching up a wound
Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - ♟: Patching up a wound
“I don’t need your help.” Estinien snapped, slapping Haela’s hand away from the bleeding gash on his forearm. He did not need her help. He did not need anyone’s help.
With a hand clamped down on the wound, he did his best to stop the bleeding before it worsened… before he finally had to concede and accept the other Dragoon’s assistance. Pain shot through him and he swayed on his feet, ready to tip over if the wind so much as picked up even the slightest bit.
Haela sighed and rolled her eyes, a bandage in one hand and a damp cloth in the other. “Shut up and let me help you.” She had had quite enough of his bitter attitude, forcing Estinien to show him the wound. Blood was still gently trickling down and she knew that she had to at least shield it from the elements until they returned to where she knew healers would be.
“Brace yourself.” She put the bandages down, readying the cloth which was wet with alcohol. She had no reason to want to harm the Azure Dragoon ( Alright, she had many, but she was not so cruel ), making sure to pressing the cloth against his ski and clean it as quickly as she could manage. Even then he hissed and cursed once or twice beneath his breath.
It was only thirty seconds of stinging pain and she threw the now filthy cloth to the ground, picking up the bandages again. “You did good.” Haela praised, surprised to hear a hum of appreciation from Estinien. Who would have pegged the asshole Azure to enjoy being praised? Certainly not her.
The next part was easy in comparison, wrapping the bandages tightly around his arm and then tying it off at the end. “See? That was not so bad.”
Estinien began to examine his arm, sighing heavily when he found it difficult to move it about without great effort and discomfort. He could feel Haela’s gaze on him and he began to feel bad for near yelling at her earlier. “Thank you…” He murmured, barely audible but it was a start.
"Despite everything, it's still you."
“But there are many shades to a man, my dear, and I’ve a difficult time judging which is the true one for me any longer.”
@theazuredragoon II [ x ]
She was spitting in the face of the dead, speaking lies about someone who he had come to trust after many, many years of shared service. He had been by his side ever since he became a Dragoon and then when he became the Azure Dragoon. They had shared many nights of mindless chatter together-- He had told him so many secrets about himself because he had that amount of trust in the now dead man.
He couldn’t take it anymore, watching her as she turned to leave, he lunged at her. “How dare you speak as if you knew him. He would never do what you speak of.” He would do it; he was so far gone into this haze of anger that he contemplating delivering the same punishment she placed on his friend onto her. If only it were that simple.
He attempted to pin her to the floor, using his weight to his advantage and pressing his body down onto her. “You will pay for what you have done. You will pay for killing one of the only friends I had.” All he wanted to scream was for the world to stop taking his support away. Was he simply meant to always be alone?
★ x7! Gimme them Esty facts
For every “★” I get, I will post a fact about my characters.
When he was a little boy, he would often get mocked by some of the older kids in his village because of his white hair, soon growing to resent having it such a color.
He has a near impossible dream of one day the Dragonsong War coming to an end, allowing him time to piece his life back together.
He has a chocobo he received one of the few times he went to Gridania, naming it Alois after a great beast with quite the temperament. Funny enough, it fits quite well as his bird is very unfriendly to most people– even to he himself.
One of the only ways to get him to fall asleep quickly is for someone to run their fingers through his hair– and hell, he may even smile for you! There is no real reason behind it other than finding the feeling very relaxing.
Though he does enjoy eating, he never seems to find time for it and because of that he is actually a bit underweight for his height.
When he cannot sleep, he goes out in the Ishgardian night and looks up at the stars. They give him some sort of comfort where nothing else can.
He fears the prospect of becoming older, because even he knows that he cannot be a Dragoon forever and he has yet to do what he has set out to do with his life; defeat Nidhogg.
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“’scue me, lady’, I got t’ ge’ by ye,” the little boy says, pushing past the tall woman as he takes off down the street, evidently pursued by some very loud adults. “Uhm - uhm ‘old ‘em ‘ere f’r me please alrigh’ thanks see ye’ la’er!” And off he runs as fast as his small legs can carry him.