[There's a plate of leftover cookies in the kitchen!
Besides that, Noctis has enlisted the help of his animal companions to help with gift delivery! So at some point in the evening Crowe will find herself bothered by Carbuncle, carrying a card and a present. The card says 'You are Tea-riffic!' on it and has a hand drawn picture of a tea cup on it. Inside it has the following message in the relatively neat and graceful script of someone who was forced to do handwriting drills because "someday you're going to be writing and signing official documents":
Hey Crowe,
Thanks for everything. Including the marshmallows. I'm really glad to have been able to get to know you and to count you as a friend. Happy Holidays!
Love, Noct
Not 'Noctis Lucis Caelum.' Nope, just his nickname. Embrace the casual! There's also a doodle of Li'l Malbuddy. The coloring is kind of messy but it's still recognizable.
The present, meanwhile, is a cute sweater - except unlike this photograph, the sweater's expression changes depending on her mood.]
[Crowe thinks Carbuncle is the cat at first, about to lift it from her immediate space and set it down on the floor before she realizes the fur is blue. And he's carrying something.
The card makes her roll her eyes - between bites of leftover cookies - but the written words stop her from picking up broken cookie bits. She can feel herself, her entire inside, going What? and reading it again, and she hardly notices Carbuncle on the table, lingering with the present until she can wrap her head around the sentiment.
Only when she gets yipped at does she leave her cloud of confusion and suspiciously warm air and open the box. When she sees sweater material she's kind of worried- but. No. It's...only a little sickeningly adorable. Not exactly her style. She picks at a few of the obnoxious sequins with her fingernails.
Carbuncle is watching, intently. Crowe shakes her head and puts the sweater on. She started this, might as well finish it.
If anything else comes of it, she'll be in the kitchen, polishing off cookies and coffee and wearing this smiling flashy sweater none the wiser.]
[At some point he'll wander into the kitchen to get a drink and maybe steal a couple cookies too. Well... it's not really stealing if he made them, but that's not the point. Anyway, Carbuncle has by this time reported back and is off somewhere else at the moment, so Noctis at least knows Crowe has it - but he's delighted to see her wearing it.]
Hey. [He greets her as he snags a cactaur with a broken leg. Indicating the sweater with his eyes, he can't help but smile a bit.] Glad you like it.
Crowe was not easy to pick something for, but then Regis saw a long black leather coat with orange details and trimming, the kind that she can move freely in but will be very good in the cold, and... he thought, if it was to be a season of giving, why not give big?
She can choose to not wear it, but if she chooses to, it'll at least be useful.
[After last year's incident, Ignis has chosen not to light any candles of remembrance this year-- but there are other traditions he has every intention of honoring, and though he doesn't expect Crowe to join him with any degree of enthusiasm, he wants to include her all the same. When he approaches, he has an unlit lantern in his left hand, the right resting lightly on his cane.
Theasthai is a sight this time of year, he recalls, though he can only appreciate it now through the eyes of others. He hopes that at least the atmosphere of reverence and respect will bring her some degree of peace.]
I thought I might send up lanterns for those we've lost, but I could use a bit of assistance. It seems that people tend to frown on the blind trying to set things aflame.
[He could very well figure it out on his own, of course, but he's not asking for himself.]
[A couple months ago it might have surprised her that Ignis knows where she is or how to find her even in his condition. Pretty much noting about him surprises her anymore. He'd have been a better Glaive than most.
She isn't very good at finding peace, but a couple of the others have told her they hope she does. She did her best not to snap at them. After the unsettling things she'd seen in those mirrors, she has been on edge, and she jumps a little when Ignis starts speaking.
And that's embarrassing.
But he has a lantern and a little bit of humor.]
With just the lighting part? Or-
[The answer was already yes. She's looking to see if he punched braille-style holes in the paper or something.]
[Which is to say no, it isn't just about the actual lighting, but he knows better than to pitch this as some way to bring her some semblance of peace. Aside from that, it is for the both of them. They both have people they're missing, and Ignis, too, would like to honor Nyx's service and sacrifice, even if a lantern might mean little to the man himself.
Ignis appreciates the sacrifice Nyx had made more than most, he supposes, though he himself had somehow been fortunate enough to survive. He's sorry that Nyx had not been so lucky.]
The writing bit I should be able to manage, so long as you point me in the right direction.
[His hands still work just fine, even if his eyes don't.]
[In the space of a day she has seen Nyx choose to die, watched and felt herself start to die again, thrown torchless fire into the blaze while trying to feel nothing at all...and she looked at lanterns but didn't go for them. In secret Crowe likes the solemnity of ceremony, the strictness and adherence and symbolism it entails.
All the death and loss and grief surrounding it is what she hates. Public mourning isn't her gig.
As long as Ignis doesn't invite her into one of those damned mirror rooms. She doesn't want to know what she would see - and whether he could see it, too.]
So if you end up writing all over somebody's coat you're going to blame me.
[Not to worry, Crowe. He's not terribly interested in visiting those, either— he knows all too well what could happen, now that word about those rooms has gotten out. Even without his sight, the experience promises to be... unpleasant.
He smiles faintly.]
Precisely. I'll need a scapegoat.
[As though that were actually a concern.]
My first Selenium was shortly after my initial arrival in this world. At the time, I had a great deal of mourning to do, myself. The ceremony of the occasion brought me a certain degree of peace.
[Crowe is no dummy. She sighs audibly, forced. It's extra loud for Ignis's benefit, because he can't see her looking frustrated or shaking her head.]
Why is anybody so wrapped up in me finding peace?
[She is not angry, at least not here and now out loud in Ignis's direction. At her wits' end, instead, tugging the tails of exasperation, Crowe means to seek Ignis's input as an observer.]
King Regis does this all the time. It's all over his face when he thinks I've done something, I guess, worth him being proud of or some other bullshit like that.
[And in another life it would be really touching. It still kind of is. But she can't work out how to tell him to stop when she can't even explain what it is he starts.]
[Though apparently it doesn't seem so to Crowe, or else she wouldn't have asked. He reaches out to clout her on the shoulder with one hand, retracting it a moment later.]
People want to help those they care about. It would be naive to think that such care could be enough to banish anyone's troubles, but our bonds give us strength. The same could be said for any display of pride he may give. Are you so surprised that he cares for you?
[His smile pulls just a touch to one side.]
Whether you like it or not, Crowe, we're a family.
[Of course people want to help those they care about. Which is why if Regis really got that he'd know that what helps Crowe is to just get on with things as they are, rather than focusing too hard on what has and will happen and whose fault it is and whether she wants to "talk about it" (she doesn't) (he hasn't offered, it just shares sentiment with the rest).
But Ignis has, apparently, also noticed the proud-of-you waves that pop up whenever she does something "normal" or whatever. There've been less of those lately, maybe Regis is used to it.
Crowe is tired of it.
She huffs and crosses her arms and looks somewhere else and sighs out the next potential huff.]
They deserve lanterns. [Nyx. Regis. Noctis, even. She reaches for whatever writing implement is nearest.]
[He's the one who had left them the most recently, but Ignis fully intends to sent lanterns for Noctis and King Regis as well, as perverse as it might seem to mourn them while they're still here.
They deserve his respects, and the bonds he shares with them are to be honored.]
I think it's only fitting that he go first.
[The loss is still raw and recent for Crowe, and maybe this will do little to help, but the tradition itself is still lovely.]
[She hasn't said it since the week he left. No reason to talk about him, really, and nobody she wanted to talk with, or things she felt like saying.
When the lantern for him is assembled, named, and ready for a fire, she gives it back to Ignis to hold onto, while she lights it. Glaives never need matches or lighters.
The flame is small and stark even inside the lantern, since the rest of the world is wilderness-dark around them. Crowe lets her hand drop. Nyx Ulric is clearly visible in ink against the flickering paper.
Ignis didn't ask. But she'll show him anyway for a minute.]
[Ignis holds it steady as Crowe uses her own talents to spark the flame, and he feels the rising heat once it's lit. He can't see the soft glow of the lantern against the darkness, but he remembers what it was like last year, only a few short weeks after his arrival in Verens. Last Selenium had come with a number of hard truths, things he hadn't quite been prepared to face, but now—
Now, he has made peace with those truths well enough to be able to observe the traditions of this somber occasion for his own.
When the image comes through, he smiles faintly, wistful. There aren't many who use the crystals to give him glimpses of the world around him, but he appreciates that Crowe isn't shy about sharing what she feels is important.]
Lovely. [He means that.] Would you like to send it up?
[It's right that she be the one to do it, he thinks.]
[No. She doesn't want sending it up to be necessary. It could just as easily be her name on this lantern and she knows it.]
Sure.
[Her life is made of doing shit she doesn't want to be necessary.
Crowe picks up the lantern, which has sufficient heat to want to rise on its own, takes a step into a bit of clearer space, and lets it go. Ignis can see that for a minute or two, too, until it's high enough and off course enough that she can't quite tell it apart from the others.
She swallows and pretends it wasn't thick and didn't feel like anything.]
He lost his sister when the Niffs came, years ago. [A quiet scoff.] He'd kill me for telling you.
[As though Nyx were here to learn of it, anyway. He watches as the lantern floats upwards, disappearing among all the rest, becoming just another bright mark against the night sky. The image fades, and he he shakes his head slightly as he reaches to lay a hand on her shoulder.]
I know this changes little. [It doesn't bring anyone back, and it does little to ease the ache, but:] I wanted to pay my respects, as well.
[Somewhere she lost the habit of shrugging him off.]
Probably steal the lantern and draw- obscene shit all over it. [If both of her best friends were there they'd have done this together, or to each other, or to make Crowe snap at them both while they grinned like the idiots they are. Dumb faces and other less acceptable 'art' all over the paper lanterns. She can almost see it like it's real.
They were serious over the deaths of friends, in silent and solemn formation, expressionless. But they could joke about each other dying with an ease Crowe always hated.]
Thanks. [For thinking of Nyx beside all the other, more personally important people Ignis will lose. For thinking of her, though she will never ever admit it.]
[He'd known Nyx for so short a time in comparison, and they weren't close by any means, but Ignis had still considered himself to be, in some way, responsible for all those who came to this place from Eos. His natural inclination to look after his friends had extended to the Glaives as well, whether or not they cared for it. He's grateful that Crowe has come to accept his brand of friendship, and can only hope that Nyx found some value in it during his time here, as well.]
You needn't thank me.
[He shakes his head.]
At least not until we've finished the evening out with a stiff drink.
[He thinks they could both use one to round out the festivities.]
They have that? I got warned about whatever's in the punch.
["Warned" in this case defined as "someone's drink was talking back to them and I could hear it while sober". Just in case she's finally cracked, she won't be sharing that with Ignis out of the blue.]
Besides, you've got more of that to do. [A nod at his other lanterns. She's sure he can hear it.] Unless you want to be alone.
[That has no guilt in it. Some things aren't for sharing.]
Theasthai is a large city, after all, but I remember not having to wander too far from the festival grounds to find something sufficiently potent last year.
[He and Noct had received a visit from Regis' spirit then, before he'd ever made an appearance in Verens. Drinking had been a necessity— but he pauses to consider before nodding.
Yes, perhaps.]
I think the last few may require a bit of privacy, yes.
[He knows how he's going to end up before the night is over, and he doesn't want her to see that.]
[Now that he promised it she won't let him off the hook!
She does sneak a look at his other lanterns, just once. Just to see. Whatever is written on them isn't her business to comment on, but she wants to know anyway.]
And yell if you need somebody to drag you home, after that.
[If Lightning weren't wearing such a serious face, Crowe might laugh. Instead she only smirks and half shakes her head.]
Not exactly. We're meant for the front lines, not fancy balls or whatever, most of the time. But if you can fight and follow orders, you can dance. Even that slow stuff.
[Then she thinks of the actual royalty she's grown to know much better in the last year.]
Or, uh...I guess they all pretend to for some reason? But yeah, even in the middle of a war they have that dinner and dance thing going on. We don't get invited.
[They're soldiers. Outsiders. Refugees. All reminders of the war, all at once. Also, not too refined.]
[Special delivery to Crowe! Her package will be small but not too light. Inside, she'll find a pair of finely crafted daggers, Shaarnath made. And since they're Shaarnath, they'll be able to channel dunamis better than standard weapons. It will also come with a weapons maintenance kit to help with the upkeep. She'll also have a bottle of some good wine along with a glass with some extra frostiness to it. Finally, she'll have a special wool hat featuring a crow.
[ Noctis isn't the best at gifts, but he's learned not to hide or run away from his feelings anymore. So, even if he knows he might give a really dumb gift, he wants to give them anyway. What happens if one or both of them disappear soon?
Just remember that he tried, based on what he's gotten to know about her.
The first gift is a deluxe poker set. The next time they play, they can use hers. Less selfishly is a bottle of whiskey along with a nice set of drinking glasses.]
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Date: 2017-12-26 07:00 am (UTC)Besides that, Noctis has enlisted the help of his animal companions to help with gift delivery! So at some point in the evening Crowe will find herself bothered by Carbuncle, carrying a card and a present. The card says 'You are Tea-riffic!' on it and has a hand drawn picture of a tea cup on it. Inside it has the following message in the relatively neat and graceful script of someone who was forced to do handwriting drills because "someday you're going to be writing and signing official documents":
Hey Crowe,
Thanks for everything. Including the marshmallows. I'm really glad to have been able to get to know you and to count you as a friend. Happy Holidays!
Love, Noct
Not 'Noctis Lucis Caelum.' Nope, just his nickname. Embrace the casual! There's also a doodle of Li'l Malbuddy. The coloring is kind of messy but it's still recognizable.
The present, meanwhile, is a cute sweater - except unlike this photograph, the sweater's expression changes depending on her mood.]
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Date: 2017-12-26 07:43 am (UTC)The card makes her roll her eyes - between bites of leftover cookies - but the written words stop her from picking up broken cookie bits. She can feel herself, her entire inside, going What? and reading it again, and she hardly notices Carbuncle on the table, lingering with the present until she can wrap her head around the sentiment.
Only when she gets yipped at does she leave her cloud of confusion and suspiciously warm air and open the box. When she sees sweater material she's kind of worried- but. No. It's...only a little sickeningly adorable. Not exactly her style. She picks at a few of the obnoxious sequins with her fingernails.
Carbuncle is watching, intently. Crowe shakes her head and puts the sweater on. She started this, might as well finish it.
If anything else comes of it, she'll be in the kitchen, polishing off cookies and coffee and wearing this smiling flashy sweater none the wiser.]
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Date: 2017-12-26 07:50 am (UTC)Hey. [He greets her as he snags a cactaur with a broken leg. Indicating the sweater with his eyes, he can't help but smile a bit.] Glad you like it.
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Date: 2017-12-26 08:07 am (UTC)[It isn't a big old knitted fish, which she worried about a little bit. So it has that going for it.]
I'm wasting time by telling you you didn't have to get me anything back.
[The card is still sitting there, open. Crowe isn't used to visible sentiment or this specific level of casual friendliness from royalty.
...Though she's more used to the latter now than she was when this whole thing started.]
These aren't half bad, for your first try. [The cookies. She means the cookies.]
'Christmas' present. In time for... other-calendar Christmas.
Date: 2018-01-06 03:39 pm (UTC)She can choose to not wear it, but if she chooses to, it'll at least be useful.
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Date: 2018-02-05 12:07 am (UTC)Theasthai is a sight this time of year, he recalls, though he can only appreciate it now through the eyes of others. He hopes that at least the atmosphere of reverence and respect will bring her some degree of peace.]
I thought I might send up lanterns for those we've lost, but I could use a bit of assistance. It seems that people tend to frown on the blind trying to set things aflame.
[He could very well figure it out on his own, of course, but he's not asking for himself.]
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Date: 2018-02-05 02:44 pm (UTC)She isn't very good at finding peace, but a couple of the others have told her they hope she does. She did her best not to snap at them. After the unsettling things she'd seen in those mirrors, she has been on edge, and she jumps a little when Ignis starts speaking.
And that's embarrassing.
But he has a lantern and a little bit of humor.]
With just the lighting part? Or-
[The answer was already yes. She's looking to see if he punched braille-style holes in the paper or something.]
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Date: 2018-02-08 04:57 am (UTC)[Which is to say no, it isn't just about the actual lighting, but he knows better than to pitch this as some way to bring her some semblance of peace. Aside from that, it is for the both of them. They both have people they're missing, and Ignis, too, would like to honor Nyx's service and sacrifice, even if a lantern might mean little to the man himself.
Ignis appreciates the sacrifice Nyx had made more than most, he supposes, though he himself had somehow been fortunate enough to survive. He's sorry that Nyx had not been so lucky.]
The writing bit I should be able to manage, so long as you point me in the right direction.
[His hands still work just fine, even if his eyes don't.]
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Date: 2018-02-08 03:43 pm (UTC)All the death and loss and grief surrounding it is what she hates. Public mourning isn't her gig.
As long as Ignis doesn't invite her into one of those damned mirror rooms. She doesn't want to know what she would see - and whether he could see it, too.]
So if you end up writing all over somebody's coat you're going to blame me.
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Date: 2018-02-17 10:27 pm (UTC)He smiles faintly.]
Precisely. I'll need a scapegoat.
[As though that were actually a concern.]
My first Selenium was shortly after my initial arrival in this world. At the time, I had a great deal of mourning to do, myself. The ceremony of the occasion brought me a certain degree of peace.
[He, too, has a soft spot for symbolism.]
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Date: 2018-02-22 05:25 pm (UTC)Why is anybody so wrapped up in me finding peace?
[She is not angry, at least not here and now out loud in Ignis's direction. At her wits' end, instead, tugging the tails of exasperation, Crowe means to seek Ignis's input as an observer.]
King Regis does this all the time. It's all over his face when he thinks I've done something, I guess, worth him being proud of or some other bullshit like that.
[And in another life it would be really touching. It still kind of is. But she can't work out how to tell him to stop when she can't even explain what it is he starts.]
I just- why?
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Date: 2018-02-23 06:06 pm (UTC)[Though apparently it doesn't seem so to Crowe, or else she wouldn't have asked. He reaches out to clout her on the shoulder with one hand, retracting it a moment later.]
People want to help those they care about. It would be naive to think that such care could be enough to banish anyone's troubles, but our bonds give us strength. The same could be said for any display of pride he may give. Are you so surprised that he cares for you?
[His smile pulls just a touch to one side.]
Whether you like it or not, Crowe, we're a family.
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Date: 2018-02-26 08:01 pm (UTC)But Ignis has, apparently, also noticed the proud-of-you waves that pop up whenever she does something "normal" or whatever. There've been less of those lately, maybe Regis is used to it.
Crowe is tired of it.
She huffs and crosses her arms and looks somewhere else and sighs out the next potential huff.]
They deserve lanterns. [Nyx. Regis. Noctis, even. She reaches for whatever writing implement is nearest.]
Who first?
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Date: 2018-03-01 06:52 pm (UTC)[He's the one who had left them the most recently, but Ignis fully intends to sent lanterns for Noctis and King Regis as well, as perverse as it might seem to mourn them while they're still here.
They deserve his respects, and the bonds he shares with them are to be honored.]
I think it's only fitting that he go first.
[The loss is still raw and recent for Crowe, and maybe this will do little to help, but the tradition itself is still lovely.]
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Date: 2018-03-02 07:53 pm (UTC)[She hasn't said it since the week he left. No reason to talk about him, really, and nobody she wanted to talk with, or things she felt like saying.
When the lantern for him is assembled, named, and ready for a fire, she gives it back to Ignis to hold onto, while she lights it. Glaives never need matches or lighters.
The flame is small and stark even inside the lantern, since the rest of the world is wilderness-dark around them. Crowe lets her hand drop. Nyx Ulric is clearly visible in ink against the flickering paper.
Ignis didn't ask. But she'll show him anyway for a minute.]
All set.
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Date: 2018-03-09 09:00 pm (UTC)Now, he has made peace with those truths well enough to be able to observe the traditions of this somber occasion for his own.
When the image comes through, he smiles faintly, wistful. There aren't many who use the crystals to give him glimpses of the world around him, but he appreciates that Crowe isn't shy about sharing what she feels is important.]
Lovely. [He means that.] Would you like to send it up?
[It's right that she be the one to do it, he thinks.]
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Date: 2018-03-12 07:37 pm (UTC)Sure.
[Her life is made of doing shit she doesn't want to be necessary.
Crowe picks up the lantern, which has sufficient heat to want to rise on its own, takes a step into a bit of clearer space, and lets it go. Ignis can see that for a minute or two, too, until it's high enough and off course enough that she can't quite tell it apart from the others.
She swallows and pretends it wasn't thick and didn't feel like anything.]
He lost his sister when the Niffs came, years ago. [A quiet scoff.] He'd kill me for telling you.
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Date: 2018-03-18 12:54 am (UTC)[As though Nyx were here to learn of it, anyway. He watches as the lantern floats upwards, disappearing among all the rest, becoming just another bright mark against the night sky. The image fades, and he he shakes his head slightly as he reaches to lay a hand on her shoulder.]
I know this changes little. [It doesn't bring anyone back, and it does little to ease the ache, but:] I wanted to pay my respects, as well.
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Date: 2018-03-20 01:52 pm (UTC)[Somewhere she lost the habit of shrugging him off.]
Probably steal the lantern and draw- obscene shit all over it. [If both of her best friends were there they'd have done this together, or to each other, or to make Crowe snap at them both while they grinned like the idiots they are. Dumb faces and other less acceptable 'art' all over the paper lanterns. She can almost see it like it's real.
They were serious over the deaths of friends, in silent and solemn formation, expressionless. But they could joke about each other dying with an ease Crowe always hated.]
Thanks. [For thinking of Nyx beside all the other, more personally important people Ignis will lose. For thinking of her, though she will never ever admit it.]
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Date: 2018-03-26 12:49 am (UTC)[He'd known Nyx for so short a time in comparison, and they weren't close by any means, but Ignis had still considered himself to be, in some way, responsible for all those who came to this place from Eos. His natural inclination to look after his friends had extended to the Glaives as well, whether or not they cared for it. He's grateful that Crowe has come to accept his brand of friendship, and can only hope that Nyx found some value in it during his time here, as well.]
You needn't thank me.
[He shakes his head.]
At least not until we've finished the evening out with a stiff drink.
[He thinks they could both use one to round out the festivities.]
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Date: 2018-03-26 03:30 pm (UTC)["Warned" in this case defined as "someone's drink was talking back to them and I could hear it while sober". Just in case she's finally cracked, she won't be sharing that with Ignis out of the blue.]
Besides, you've got more of that to do. [A nod at his other lanterns. She's sure he can hear it.] Unless you want to be alone.
[That has no guilt in it. Some things aren't for sharing.]
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Date: 2018-04-03 07:32 pm (UTC)[He'd caught wind of that warning, as well.]
Theasthai is a large city, after all, but I remember not having to wander too far from the festival grounds to find something sufficiently potent last year.
[He and Noct had received a visit from Regis' spirit then, before he'd ever made an appearance in Verens. Drinking had been a necessity— but he pauses to consider before nodding.
Yes, perhaps.]
I think the last few may require a bit of privacy, yes.
[He knows how he's going to end up before the night is over, and he doesn't want her to see that.]
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Date: 2018-04-04 07:08 pm (UTC)[Now that he promised it she won't let him off the hook!
She does sneak a look at his other lanterns, just once. Just to see. Whatever is written on them isn't her business to comment on, but she wants to know anyway.]
And yell if you need somebody to drag you home, after that.
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Date: 2018-04-07 05:39 am (UTC)Yours will be the first name I call.
[Cross his heart.]
Now, shall we?
[He smiles faintly, offering her his arm.]
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Date: 2018-04-09 07:10 am (UTC)If you know where you're going, I'll keep the trees out of the way.
Lightning - Helisium 2018
Date: 2018-08-21 03:53 pm (UTC)[If Lightning weren't wearing such a serious face, Crowe might laugh. Instead she only smirks and half shakes her head.]
Not exactly. We're meant for the front lines, not fancy balls or whatever, most of the time. But if you can fight and follow orders, you can dance. Even that slow stuff.
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Date: 2018-08-24 01:20 am (UTC)[And Lightning would be more inclined to agree if the mere thought of dancing didn't make her so nervous!]
This stuff's pretty showy anyway... I can only imagine they had way too many of these kinds of parties around there. Wouldn't wanna get sick of them.
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Date: 2018-09-04 05:02 am (UTC)[Then she thinks of the actual royalty she's grown to know much better in the last year.]
Or, uh...I guess they all pretend to for some reason? But yeah, even in the middle of a war they have that dinner and dance thing going on. We don't get invited.
[They're soldiers. Outsiders. Refugees. All reminders of the war, all at once. Also, not too refined.]
That's not a complaint.
[ 12/25 ]
Date: 2018-12-21 07:53 am (UTC)A card attached to the wine reads:]
Can never have too many daggers. Enjoy the wine!
[MERRY CHRISTMAS, CROWE!]
Christmas gift
Date: 2018-12-28 08:49 am (UTC)Just remember that he tried, based on what he's gotten to know about her.
The first gift is a deluxe poker set. The next time they play, they can use hers. Less selfishly is a bottle of whiskey along with a nice set of drinking glasses.]
THAT'S REALLY SWEET??
Date: 2018-12-31 07:27 am (UTC)Please stay tuned for a return inbox gift...soon...]