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Sometimes the summoner wondered if the would would ever manage to stay peaceful for more than a week considering how everytime they fixed something more issues showed up. She missed the Feymarch, the security of feeling a roof over her head, the costant company of her beloved eidolons, the security that things weren't going to change... yet now she was traveling in Cecil's group and she knew there was no way back- not that she wanted to abandon her friends, of course. After entering in the small tent she decided to share with Kain (No way she was going to sleep with Edge and Cecil and Rosa... well, she couldn't ask them anyway) the summoner threw her pelts on the ground, trying to make some sort of mattress between her and the rocky surface of the area where they decided to build their camp.

"Uff..." Rydia closed her eyes, leaning on her improvised bedding and throwing one last pelt on her shoulders trying to find some warmth, too bad summoning Ifrit would require costant concentration in the human world and napping at his side wasn't an option. "What a week, wasn't it?"

It was probably a bad idea to talk with the dragoon since he didn't even bother to turn around when she entered, just offering her his back and ignoring her presence but... she was so used to have someone around in the Feymarch she almost felt the need to interact with him not even realizing that, with all that he passed, the main probably needed his time alone.

Date: 2016-05-17 04:59 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (forever falling)
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He likes her humming, it’s soothing, helping him to relax whenever the emotions boil to the surface yet again. When he thinks he’ll be fine, he ends up gasping out another sob, quiet, but still there, still happening. It’s subsided from what it was before, at least. Her cuddling him also helps tremendously, of course, a gentle touch that he’s needed for far too long.

“I’m sorry,” Kain says, understanding the sarcasm, the tone in her voice that speaks of a frustration he can’t begin to understand. He takes it for granted, knowing what the surface is like, takes it for granted that she was gone far longer from her perspective than it ever seemed from theirs. Years living among Eidolons. That has to change a person, considerably. “I’ll try and help when and if I can, anytime you feel that you don’t understand something…” It’s the least he can do, considering how much she’s doing for him already.

Kain closes his eyes for just a moment as she gives him that kiss and affectionate scratch. He looks at her then, realizing how it must have sounded. He’s never thought others beneath him at all, even though most of them show their emotions so much more readily than him. “Of course not. You’re far from weak… you’re one of the strongest people I know. None of you are weak…” Well. Edward might be the exception, but that’s more to do with making a battle technique out of hiding, than anything involving emotions. “I know how it must sound. But… it’s just… for me, I guess. I cannot accept it in myself… letting emotions overcome me...” Sure, some of it is just how he is, he’s simply not an expressive person, not prone to wearing his heart on his sleeve. But he also has to hold back quite a bit sometimes too.

Date: 2016-06-08 04:42 am (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (strife within the tempest)
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“I can handle strange questions. Don’t worry. It’s… the least I can do…” He feels bad, burdening her with all of this. It’s not as if they’ve gotten to be very close yet, though this whole situation is making him wish that they had been close all along. He’s done a little too well with pushing everyone away, even including his best friends. But for a long time he’d assumed Rydia wanted little to do with him, thanks to what he and Cecil had done in Mist.

What she’s saying though… it’s something he needed to hear. It’s really sinking in how strange this is for her as it is for him. She wears her emotions on her sleeve, all there for the world to see. And he’s the opposite, repressed and always hiding his true feelings. “Nor do I look down on you, either. I never could. In fact, I respect you. I’ve always respected you in battle, of course, but beyond that… You’re not afraid to let your true feelings show… that takes a very different sort of bravery than the sort I’m used to.” And it’s a sort that he doesn’t have. He’s fearless in combat, but when it comes to dealing with his emotions… he’s a mess.

“I’m sorry about that, by the way. We should have spoken a long time ago… I just thought… perhaps you wouldn’t want to… after everything that happened.” Ah, that scratching feels so good. His eyes finally meet hers. “...and… I feel better.” He rubs at his eyes, clearing them, although they’re still a little wet and a bit red from the crying. “Much better than before. I didn’t realize just how much I’ve needed this…”

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