▐┃❛♕ 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.
—— ♘; } Seeing Snow talk so highly about simply being with her sister never ceased to make Lightning happy — though it had taken definitely some proving, Snow had really proved worthy — he’d earned Lightning’s blessing, something she never dreamed he’d be given. The l’Cie conundrum had given him the chance to prove himself in the strangest of ways — in the end, it seemed to work out in their favor.
❝ That’s Serah for you — perfectionist. She’s always been like that. ❞ It’s evident that the upbringing of the Farron into the conversation brings a more relaxed atmosphere — someone they both love dearly. Something they have in common — it makes it easier to engage in conversation, and frankly, Lightning would like to get to know the man that Serah had dedicated her life to.
Not only for the sake of Serah, but for herself.
❝ The kid — ? ❞ Tones drift off whilst the happiness seems to wear off. ❝ Who’re you talking about … ? ❞
She could guess.
“C'mon, Light. You know who I’m talkin’ about!” The mentioning was apparent (to him)– why wouldn’t it be? He brought it up in the first place and it caused another discharge of amusement from curled lips, yet its duration had been brief.
“Hope. How’s he doin’?” He could only help but wonder; the kid, or Hope, had been someone he cherished and looked after– someone he deemed himself responsible for, and he still felt that way. Snow made a promise after all and he always kept his promises, no matter the circumstance.
“I take it you two are doin’ well? Serah and I are always thinkin’ about you guys,” he uttered nothing but the truth. “We sort of have this bet goin’ around– to see which one of us will be gettin’ married first,” and it was the truth that kept leaking from the hero’s mouth.
—— ♘; } Flanges part briefly, a single noted exhale standing as laughter flowing betwixt tiers briefly. ❝ Might wanna watch what you call your fiance, now. That’s my sister you’re talking about. ❞
—— ♘; } Simper adorns visage of porcelain, gaze not yet fixating upon the other. A genuine smile, content stature visible within the look of crystalline cerulean. ❝ You two are doing well, I take it? ❞
“Hey now. I’m just repeatin’ what her students call her!”
[ Despite confessing the truth on the matter, it brought evidence of laughter from his own lips– that broad yet almost infamous grin stretching the line. As concealed palms lifted and settled behind a sea of rugged gold, those same frostbitten orbs drifted to the sky above. ]
“Of course, of course– better than ever, I’d say! I never thought it’d still take this long to get married, even though we have so much time on our hands. Though– y'know, that might be the problem; we have so much of it, Serah wants to make sure everything’s perfect.”
[ The hero’s banter had ceased, for the most part, eyes adverting and reclaiming its original focus on Lightning. ]
—— ♘; } ❝ The usual, honestly. ❞ Shoulders roll with a brief shrug, subtle cant of roseate graced crown whilst the female resumes her pace; and indication as to tell the other to walk with her. ❝ — How about you? ❞
“It’s always the usual for you, huh?”
[ Although the hint was moderately dull, it had a strange familiarity and didn’t go unnoticed. He followed along, making sure to share the same pace, his ice-like visage shifting from a frontal view to the one who shared their stroll. ]
“I wish I could say the same. When there’s NORA and a Meanie Miss Farron, things are different each day.”
indepentant. serious. pre to post final finally xiii by default. multi-fandom, slightly open to OCs, and single-ship.
