❛ seriously , it's fine . ❜ he reassures in a manner that comes off more dismissive than anything , despite the genuine compassion that pumps through his heart . he offers a half - hearted wave and an unconfident smile , and gets to work at lighting their camp fire with flint and steel . with a grimace and a couple sighs , warmth catches at his hands and he drops it to the wood and sits back , watching the flame catch piece by piece , spreading with rapid fervor . it's always amazing to watch . amazing to feel . he's always felt so cold . he hardly remembers the touch of heat .
finally , he relaxes himself back into the down of his feathered companion , easing his back and aching muscles into the comfort of his chocobo and into the hardness of the ground beneath them . this world grows ever - darker with the over abundance of aether being released into the atmosphere . everyone sees it . ❛ take it easy . cough's getting worse . ❜
his eyes close and the world goes completely black . he opens them quickly as he remembers the hollow feeling akin to crystal stasis , and reminds himself reality is much more welcoming . at least , for tonight .
❛ i'll make us . . . something . ❜ and he starts rummaging through his satchel in search of some kind of ingredients .
. . . @twineflame .
