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_{▐┃❛♕        An exhale substituting laughter before entering the home, gaze fleeting to and fro as she scans the vicinity upon entering the kitchen. Articulation of the other is listened to as she does so, pausing midway through the kitchen before turning back towards the other. ❝ I’m fine, thanks. I just had my lunch, actually. Didn’t get a break today. ❞ Though irritated she was at the occurrence, it’s brushed off — it doesn’t matter anymore, and she’d recently eaten — and without the absence of her usual break the day wasn’t half bad.}

                     _{❝ I came here to talk to you, so it’s alright — I’ll see her again some other time. ❞ Really, she only intends to be quick, and the meetings Serah was required to attend could sometimes take hours, and she’d promised Hope they’d be going to dinner in about two hours, so she doubted that the younger Farron would return home before Lightning leaves. Her intention is to be somewhat quick, but still — though she hates to admit it — wants to spend at least some time with her future brother-in-law. After so long and so much, he’s started to grow onto the soldier.}

                     _{Yet onto her original intentions. ❝ It’s… about the wedding. —— Can we sit somewhere? ❞} 

“Oh, sure!” And so he brings it upon himself to pull out a chair from their kitchen table, with a hand signaling an invitation. “I hope this is all right,” he nearly questions in a tone that seeks acceptance– something he consistently thrived to receive from his soon-to-be sister-in-law. It’d always been that way, since the very beginning, Lightning was the only person he wanted that sort of approval from. Be it his and Serah’s engagement, or the little, simpler things – Lightning’s support, her blessings, her consent – it meant the world to Snow.

“What did ya’ wanna talk about? I bet you’re really excited or nervous– or both. I’m kinda surprised you two are gettin’ married before Serah and I. I never woulda’ thought that’d happen,” there’s a noise with that same lightheartedness that pursues his wording and he claims a seat on the opposite end.

“How’s everything goin’? You guys got it covered? You know, if you need any help, your favorite and future brother-in-law would be more than happy to lend ya’ a hand.”

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_{▐┃❛♕        Gaze flicks up towards the other upon the opening of the surafce previously standing between them, gaze meeting with his before cant of roseate adorned cranium.}

                     _{❝ I’m — just stopping by, I guess. ❞ A flick applied to out of place fringe, moving it back to it's default position as palms placed on feminine hips. ❝ Plan on letting me in or are you gonna keep me out here? I don’t have all day, y'know. ❞ Tones carry the normal teasing nature that she has with her brother-in-law to be, a single corner of tiers tugged upward, the half-grin she wore commonly directed towards the other before all seriousness. ❝We need to talk. ❞}

“Oh..! Oops– my bad.” In an attempt to keep things lighthearted and to spare any further accusation of the mistake, a tone strains a laugh and a stride sidesteps to the left. “Come on in, sis. Y'know you’re more than welcome here.” After her entry’s assured, the door closes accordingly and he meanders to the room closest; the kitchen.

“Serah’s out right now– said she had somethin’ to do with her class, but I’m sure she’ll be back soon if ya’ wanna wait. Would you like anythin’? Somethin’ to drink maybe?” Snow wasn’t much of a host, but Lightning was in fact a guest – a special one at that – so, he had to at least give it a try. “What did ya’ wanna talk about, though?”

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_{▐┃❛♕        Ceasing in her movement does she, chest expanding with an inhale of fresh air, a holding of breath briefly before an exhale betwixt desiccated flanges before a fist of curled digits rose, knuckles knocking against the cool wood of the front door. Really, she doesn’t intend on staying long, but she’s been meaning to do this for awhile.}

                     _{Patiently, Lightning waits.}

Midday had struck prematurely, its arrival not only unyielding, but dreaded as there had been enough on his plate to complete before dusk swallowed the gleaming sands of their man-made paradise. It was a knock of wood that alerted his ear as he’d been tidying up the small field of vegetables Serah had wanted when they moved into their own place. Hands encased by leather and littered with dirt were his only resort to ridding whatever else clung to his person as he made his way inside.

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’,” he exclaimed; a sullied palm grasping at the knob of his front door to turn and tug– and upon baring witness to who had been on the other side, Snow’s entire expression beamed.

“Sis!” He chimed. “What are ya’ doin’ here?”

Thank you! It is, isn’t it? But, alas– I didn’t make this beauty. The amazing and fantastic tenshi-tsubasa put a lot of time and effort into making it for me! You should pay her a visit, she’s great!

salvattor:

                    “Ezio. Ezio Auditore da Firenze.” The assassin politely bowed his head to the stranger, one hand placing on his chest. A smirk curled at the edges of his lips, still visible by the time he lifted his head up.

                    “Sì. We are currently in Firenze, or Florence—as most foreigners would like to call it. How does one happen upon a place like this without knowing where he is? Tell me, I am curious.” Most people knew Firenze, or they knew of the scandals involved in the city. Assassins, templars, you name it, they had it. A whole whirlwind of chaos had happened here in the past.

                    Yes, in the past.

“That’s somethin’ I’d like to know myself, to tell you the truth– Edzeo, was it?” Although the mispronunciation was heavily palpable, Snow assumed it to be correct. The scenery encircling around them was far from any place he’d been to before and it brought an alarming amount of concern. How’d he get here? Why’d he end up here? Aggravation ignited the thoughts swirling in his cranium; nothing he could recall answered these questions.

“How far is New Bodhum from Firenze?” Perhaps if he asked, it’d bring him closer to discovering the truth– closer to identifying his reason for being here. There had to be a reason, right? Why else would he suddenly show up in a place completely foreign to him? Either he took a wrong turn without his own knowledge, or the Gods were up to their usual shenanigans.

serxphic:

Her face sinks into a small pout, but for a different reason.

“Why not?” Her head tilts to the side in curiosity, innocent blue eyes staring into his. “I’m looking for my big sister. Her name is Claire. Have you seen her?”

“Claire…?” He tries to recall someone with that name.

“I don’t think there’s a Claire around here,” his answer’s followed by a wandering eye over his shoulder. “But if you’d like, I could help you find her!”

(Source: mediguards)

speculae:

                      _{’ I am not afraid of your little chick punches
                        - it’s like some mosquito bite,
                        you just need to weep it away to avoid it.
                        And to say the least I would be a more decent
                        boyfriend and fiancé than you. ‘} 

“HAVE AN ICE DAY, YOU WHINY CHIHUAHUA. YOU CROSSED THE LINE.”

serxphic:

“No. I live over there!”

She points in the direction she came from.

“Oh…”

His eyes follow the director, but they’re quick to regain their initial focus.

“What are you doin’ here, then? This isn’t a place for little girls with pretty, pink hair.”

He means no offense by it, yet his words carry the truth.

(Source: mediguards)