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The quiet was peaceful. Just holding her in his arms and Emiri just resting her head against his shoulders was nice. After the shit storm that they both had to endure the past few days, Jaakuna was thankful for this downtime. Even if it was only them holding each other in their arms, Jaakuna found solace in that. Being able to hold her with her full memory restored and her knowing what his touch really meant, that brought Jaakuna a certain relief. It was like, despite his foolish errors in judgment, there was a moment of euphoria, if only for a short while.
As Jaakuna would hear Emiri start to speak, he thought it was going to be something good, it would turn out to be quite the opposite. His head immediately turned to her, eyes widened in confusion. “What are you talking about?” Jaakuna asked Emiri, looking at her as if she had gone psycho again. “You won’t be like that again. And even if you do, we’ll find an alternate solution.” Jaakuna refused. He didn’t even want to think about the possibility of hurting Emiri. Even if she did try to attack them again, they could find a way around it.
Wesley laughed again. Goodness what was up with him today? First he recklessly took on Shion knowing full well that he was way in over his head, and now he was having uncontrollable, little bursts of laughter. Surely someone, somewhere, was playing with him. He was sure someone had a voodoo doll somewhere out there, and was making him laugh at the most inappropriate times.
“I apologize again. I guess the thought of Savayna - the most Archadian loyalist to Archaida I have known - possibly forsaking it for Grant is surprisingly humorous to me.” Wesley tried to regain his composure, looking at Nadeline, “but in any case, I haven’t the slightest clue about that. If Grant were to become the Emperor of Rozarria and have Savayna by his side, I would imagine that’d be a question for Savayna herself to answer. I know not what their status as a couple is, but it seems to me there’s something there - something that could go either way depending on how things go, wouldn’t you agree?” Wesley said, eyes on Nadeline for her response.
“Don’t you know, Roselia? Us Archadians put a whole new meaning to the meaning of that word.” Savayna smugly said, proud of the fact that she currently had Grant against the door, seemingly sweating his balls off.
As she looked into his golden eyes, Savayna was finding it incredibly difficult of keeping up that front of toughness. Her heart was beating so fast that she didn’t know if it was going to pop right out of her chest, and slap her face silly, telling her to stop whatever she’s doing , and kiss Grant then and there. But she couldn’t. That would betray what she was trying to accomplish. She, probably selfishly, wanted to know what Grant was hiding. That wouldn’t work if she played all tender, love, and care. Nope, that wouldn’t work at all. She had to play her usual brash, assertive self. It worked for her when she and Jaakuna were playing tag from Rabanastre to Bhujerba, so it most certainly would work for Grant here, right?
As he would come out and say it, Savayna’s eyes widened. He didn’t have to say anymore. He knew exactly what happened. “Oh that stupid motherfucking, good-for-nothing,” Savayna said, cursing up a Sailor’s tongue, “of all the people who could have helped..” Savayna had let go started to pace back and forth. For a few moments, she did it, cursing so many words that were thought to be forgotten from the nomad languages of Ivalice.
After about two minutes of nonstop thrashing and pacing and cursing, Savayna’s body stopped, looked at Grant, went back up to him, a finger pointed at his chest. “You better prove me wrong here, bucko! You better tell me that my good-for-nothing ex-husband didn’t actually accept that venomous cunt, Leviathan. You better tell me that he accepted help from some other vile woman.” She looked him dead-straight in the eyes. Her icy-blue eyes met his golden ones. They were both filled with a cold-hot anger as well as a sense of disbelief that Savayna hardly showed.
As Jaakuna would hear Emiri start to speak, he thought it was going to be something good, it would turn out to be quite the opposite. His head immediately turned to her, eyes widened in confusion. “What are you talking about?” Jaakuna asked Emiri, looking at her as if she had gone psycho again. “You won’t be like that again. And even if you do, we’ll find an alternate solution.” Jaakuna refused. He didn’t even want to think about the possibility of hurting Emiri. Even if she did try to attack them again, they could find a way around it.
Wesley laughed again. Goodness what was up with him today? First he recklessly took on Shion knowing full well that he was way in over his head, and now he was having uncontrollable, little bursts of laughter. Surely someone, somewhere, was playing with him. He was sure someone had a voodoo doll somewhere out there, and was making him laugh at the most inappropriate times.
“I apologize again. I guess the thought of Savayna - the most Archadian loyalist to Archaida I have known - possibly forsaking it for Grant is surprisingly humorous to me.” Wesley tried to regain his composure, looking at Nadeline, “but in any case, I haven’t the slightest clue about that. If Grant were to become the Emperor of Rozarria and have Savayna by his side, I would imagine that’d be a question for Savayna herself to answer. I know not what their status as a couple is, but it seems to me there’s something there - something that could go either way depending on how things go, wouldn’t you agree?” Wesley said, eyes on Nadeline for her response.
“Don’t you know, Roselia? Us Archadians put a whole new meaning to the meaning of that word.” Savayna smugly said, proud of the fact that she currently had Grant against the door, seemingly sweating his balls off.
As she looked into his golden eyes, Savayna was finding it incredibly difficult of keeping up that front of toughness. Her heart was beating so fast that she didn’t know if it was going to pop right out of her chest, and slap her face silly, telling her to stop whatever she’s doing , and kiss Grant then and there. But she couldn’t. That would betray what she was trying to accomplish. She, probably selfishly, wanted to know what Grant was hiding. That wouldn’t work if she played all tender, love, and care. Nope, that wouldn’t work at all. She had to play her usual brash, assertive self. It worked for her when she and Jaakuna were playing tag from Rabanastre to Bhujerba, so it most certainly would work for Grant here, right?
As he would come out and say it, Savayna’s eyes widened. He didn’t have to say anymore. He knew exactly what happened. “Oh that stupid motherfucking, good-for-nothing,” Savayna said, cursing up a Sailor’s tongue, “of all the people who could have helped..” Savayna had let go started to pace back and forth. For a few moments, she did it, cursing so many words that were thought to be forgotten from the nomad languages of Ivalice.
After about two minutes of nonstop thrashing and pacing and cursing, Savayna’s body stopped, looked at Grant, went back up to him, a finger pointed at his chest. “You better prove me wrong here, bucko! You better tell me that my good-for-nothing ex-husband didn’t actually accept that venomous cunt, Leviathan. You better tell me that he accepted help from some other vile woman.” She looked him dead-straight in the eyes. Her icy-blue eyes met his golden ones. They were both filled with a cold-hot anger as well as a sense of disbelief that Savayna hardly showed.
