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[ Luna had high hopes for the day! Waking up to see a full sink of unwashed dishes, she's taken it upon herself to be the hero of the household. First, she's dutifully rinsed off every dish, scraping off any dried crusty residue of food (with only mild struggle). Secondly, she's loaded the dishwasher, poured in some helpfully labeled dish soap into the detergent holder, and turned the thing on. As it whirs to life, thrumming warmly, she is very proud.

And then...

...

Soapy bubbles begin to spill out from the edges of the machine.

Oh. Oh dear.

When Gladio finds her, it will be, uh. On her knees, patiently wiping up the mess with a sponge. Ignis's favourite sponge, probably. By now, the warm and soapy water has soaked the skirt of her dress about the knees, turning it from white to transparent.

Greeting him, she doesn't look up. ]

Good morning, Gladiolus.

[ anyway here's luna ]

Edited 2018-05-26 20:31 (UTC)

[A time and a place to be alone happens once in a blue moon these days. Between the two of them, neither house is quiet – with the number of people coming and going through the Eos house and the nosy moogle (and sister) under hers, it hasn't been easy to find peace. It's why camping has quickly grown on Lightning; it provides the privacy that she feels more comfortable in, but it's only enjoyable when weather is permitting, and it's been uncooperative this evening.

Near the end of it, rain had started to pour and so she's had to find another, more creative way to get some alone time. It's after a nice dinner at a vague, unnamed restaurant on the other side of town that she leads him back to the one that's more familiar to both of them: The Hearth. It's already been shut down and locked up for the night... but guess who has a key!

She keeps the restaurant dimly lit, save for the lights at the bar where they'll be sitting and from behind it, Lightning leans over the counter towards him with a brazen smile.]

What'll it be, handsome?

[ One morning at the kitchen table during breakfast... ]

Hey, you see that sun this morning? Talk about yellow!

[ He saw it, since he's already been up and gone on a run today!! That's also why he's eating a stack of pancakes like it's going out of style.

Yes, this is the setup. ]

Would rather do this here than there. Training a new Crownsguard is a priority, however it would also be somewhat reckless if those doing the training were to suddenly leave.

Who were you thinking?

[It's been one hell of a week for Lightning, to put it mildly. With the recent events unfolding, she's become withdrawn and quiet, and her worry and anger have been manifesting in a static aura that follows her wherever she goes, zapping anyone who dares to come near her, despite all her best efforts to keep her frustration under wraps. It never works here, and maybe a part of her has given up trying at this point.

She's been getting less sleep and it's beginning to show in the tired look in her eyes and the hoarseness in her voice. The nightly dreams of her journey through the ruins of Etro's temple in search of answers have only aggravated it....

Nevertheless, it's been at least a week since she's seen much of anyone, and why it's nice for her to finally be able to break from the stress of it all. It hasn't been easy to peel herself away from the house and leave it absent of her presence, regardless of whether Noel or Serah were there, but this time was entirely her decision. Lightning didn't have to ask to seek refuge here, but she did, and that's why she's in Gladio's room tonight instead, already in her polka dot pajamas and curled up on his bed.

But whenever he joins her, she doesn't look like she's ready for sleep just yet, despite how tired she looks and feels. Her fingers have the sheets bunched up between them, her lips pressed into a thin line, and when she peers up at him, it's in brief intervals between her looking elsewhere.

Eventually, she speaks up, her voice quiet and unsure.]

Hey. Can we talk?

Edited 2018-11-18 03:42 (UTC)

[ What do you give a brother whose been through hell and back with you? It's hard. Admittedly, Noctis finds every gift decision hard. Gifts are hard, feelings are hard, there's a reason he doesn't like them.

But he'll face this one head on. So, for Christmas, in addition to vouchers to a local bookstore, Noctis gifts Gladio with a new tent as well as a sleeping bag meant for two. Go get her, tiger.

There's a note attached, too.

'No cup noodles. Do with this instead.']

[Have a sudden stream of thought. One that has a bunch of fuzzy affection underlying it.]

When she smiles you know it's special because her smiles are so rare. I wish she smiled at me more often.

[ it's a simple message from Iris, who thought it would be a nice gesture to bring Clarus a coffee after a morning of sleeping in. ]

Dad is gone.

Edited 2019-02-24 23:07 (UTC)

[ Now here's something you don't see everyday: a mental ping over the amulets from one Ravus Nox Fleuret. ]

I heard of your father's departure from this world.

[ Right to the point, not bothering to sugarcoat anything as the former prince tends to do. ]

While he and I did not see eye to eye on various things, I can admit he was a man of both pride and loyalty. [ Gently, a pause. ] I wish to offer you my sympathies.

[ Hark! There is one within the Eos House who is in such a chipper mood as of late and for once, it is not his dear sister, Lunafreya. Rather... it is Ravus himself! But rather than subject dear Gladio to the so-called change of heart which the former prince has (supposedly) had, the shield will find a notecard slipped under his door in a champagne sort of colour with the following little note scribbled onto it: ]

Dear Shield,
Thank you for taking care of my new little brother over the years. While Noctis and I become family, I hope that you and I can become something that could be considered friends, perhaps. I see you enjoy the company of a good book... so do I! Perhaps we can exchange a few. I would be delighted!
Sincerely,
Ravus Nox Fleuret

[ And, yes, there shall be a small happy face drawn beside his name there. So very Ravus. ]

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