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tunasub2016-10-26 01:34 am
killerfang) wrote in tunasub2016-10-26 01:34 am
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[ though they may not battle each day, they do march every day, or close to it. The long days are bookended by the brief respite of camp. Most of the rest of the army looks forward to it. Jaffar has no such feelings. It's always been that way for him, though the context was different - when he is working, he doesn't have to think about anything else. He becomes an extension of his blades - all that he believed he really was, for most of his life - and lets them pull his body forward. When he has downtime, though... He has nothing. A great nothingness which he is forced to gaze into. It didn't bother him too much before, but nowadays (after meeting her) he can hardly bear to be left alone with it.
Fortunately for him, he rarely is. Even if he didn't make a point of trying to always stay around her, the two of them were almost always kept in the same unit - including outside of battle, apparently, as they're currently on their turn to patrol the area. They're in enemy territory, after all. And though part of him wishes that Nino didn't have to be dragged down with him, he finds that the greater part of him is -- grateful that she chooses to stay by him. At least, he thinks it's gratitude. He's still trying to learn what he's even feeling.
The mountainous Bern landscape is unforgiving, it's cold, and the sky looks threateningly dark. Jaffar has very little doubt that he's been sent out today simply because Marquess Ostia wants to keep him away if he can. He doesn't really care. He does worry about Nino, though. When they reach the top of the small rocky outcropping they'd been climbing, he hesitates, glancing back at her. Though he's silent and stony-faced, as usual, it's easy enough to guess what's on his mind. ]
Fortunately for him, he rarely is. Even if he didn't make a point of trying to always stay around her, the two of them were almost always kept in the same unit - including outside of battle, apparently, as they're currently on their turn to patrol the area. They're in enemy territory, after all. And though part of him wishes that Nino didn't have to be dragged down with him, he finds that the greater part of him is -- grateful that she chooses to stay by him. At least, he thinks it's gratitude. He's still trying to learn what he's even feeling.
The mountainous Bern landscape is unforgiving, it's cold, and the sky looks threateningly dark. Jaffar has very little doubt that he's been sent out today simply because Marquess Ostia wants to keep him away if he can. He doesn't really care. He does worry about Nino, though. When they reach the top of the small rocky outcropping they'd been climbing, he hesitates, glancing back at her. Though he's silent and stony-faced, as usual, it's easy enough to guess what's on his mind. ]
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[She thinks...that somehow, there's something really warm about Jaffar's hands around hers. Even though his fingers are just as cold, almost icy at the tips...it still feels warming. While the shadows would make him look sinister to anyone else, Nino knows better.
He's Jaffar.
He's someone who she cares about more than anything, and who would never let any harm come to her. So when he offers that up... well, her immediate thought is that he must be cold too, and she doesn't even think about anything beyond that. Instead, she scoots closer, brow furrowed in concern.]
Are you cold too...? [A rueful, self-deprecating shake of her head.] Of course you are, it's really cold... [What are you saying, Nino, duh!!] Um--I think sitting together really might be better so...
[It's kind of some awkward shuffling closer, but she really is worried about him too!!]
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But, of course, Nino thinks of him before he thinks of himself. He feels a sort of settling feeling in his stomach, at once comforting and unbearable, and he gently releases her hand so that he can wrap one arm around her small shoulders to pull her towards him just barely. His hand hovers hesitantly over her arm for a second or two, like he's afraid of touching her (he is), but she's inching towards him, too, so surely she isn't wholly repelled by the idea.
Unsurprisingly, he says nothing. All he can do is watch her, feeling a little nervous for some reason. She has such a strange effect on him. ]
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Jaffar must be cold too, after all. After being in the elements this long, and cold and wet, there's no way that it's as warm as it feels.
But Jaffar's arm truly does feel so, so warm. She leans into his touch automatically, and then scoots closer by instinct when he hesitates towards pulling her closer. It won't do either of them much good if they don't properly huddle together, after all--so she doesn't stop moving closer until she's pressed against his side, huddled there, and leans against him.
She didn't really notice how cold she was, after all, until she finally has that relief of warmth from him (or maybe it's just because it's him that this feels so warm...?). Her cheeks are hot, but she just ducks her head a little to try and fail to hide that, and otherwise... well, she's smiling, of course. This is better for the both of them. They're just doing it to stay warm and alive, but...
It makes her happy, too, to be this close to him. It makes her happy to have his arm around her...and it makes her happy that Jaffar seems okay with it too.
She doesn't say anything--but she does sigh, softly and contentedly, as she leans against him.]
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But he doesn't. He's frightened - of frightening her, and of his own feelings, a little. It's all new to him. Jaffar simply pulls her in just a little bit closer, and, as always, enjoys the warmth she brings with her everywhere. The tips of her ears are red. It must be from the cold... ]
... Do you... feel warmer? If you don't... I will leave you be.