well would ya look at that
THIS IS MY FAVORITE PICTURE ON THE INTERNET
Quick sketch of Chelsea for love-and-espionage :)
- Who comes first?
Elena. Rude makes sure his ladies are treated well.
- Who is better at oral and who prefers it?
They are both pretty good but Rude is mind blowing with the tongue stud.
"Thank you, Soy. I appreciate the acknowledgement of some of my finer talents.”
How this petite woman, whom his friends referred to as his stalker, got her hands on a nearly mastered summon materia, Rude did not want to know. Because if he knew then he would have to do something about it. He just did not have time for that.
Rude pulled up a sleeve, revealing his Ziedrich and it’s assorted equipped orbs. “I know a lot about these things. Tapping in to it requires you to be aware of the Lifestream flowing through you and connecting you to the Planet.”
Was that a bangle? Or an armlet of sorts? Caught her eyes the glimmer of similarly magical orbs. Amber yellow and sea green and pale blue and blood red! And colors she could scarcely put a name to. Her hand lifted halfway, her fingers trembled, then closed to a fist. Leonora bit back against a grin.
"Does that perhaps mean that I would have to be born of this earth to use it?" To the sphere in her hand she looked. Snow white and sky blue danced in its shell. "Or does that mean I must hear the whisper of the Planet? What is it called, in any case? Do yours do the same thing?"
Rude had never really thought about it. He’d not really heard anything about it either and the more he considered it now the more likely he considered her to be right. But the truth….
"I don’t know. The best answer that I have for you being able to harness it is ‘maybe.’ There is Lifestream in the very air we breathe, it makes up everything on this planet, keeps it all alive."
Rude looked down at his protective and then at the orb in her hands. “No, not strictly speaking. This one,” he indicated his dark red Odin summon materia, “Calls the aid of a death knight and provides me immunity against death spells.”
He nodded to the orb in her hand and explained, “The one you hold is Holy. I’m not sure I want to know where you got it, but I can assure you that it is rare indeed and you do not need anyone knowing you have it.”
This woman was the weirdest person he’d ever met.
Send me “Hello?” and my character will phone yours because…
6. They’re in the ER.
Even though she hadn’t exactly wanted to tell him about this impromptu visit this way and worry him over what had turned out to be nothing, her absence when he had gotten home earlier than she thought had her calling him instead of writing out her own response to a text wondering where she was.
"—First of all, I’m fine, we’re fine, everything’s fine,” she said once he had answered, hoping to quell any of the worry her location could bring up. “And to answer your question, the hospital.”
Reassuring as his words were, Selphie knew she wouldn’t be completely relaxed until she saw him for herself. And luckily she was not kept waiting for too long, releasing a breath she didn’t know she had been holding when the steps in the hall came into her room, and she gripped his hand tightly as a small, albeit weak, smile appeared on her lips.
"Any minute now," she replied with a shake of her head. "I was promised that I would be within the next few seen, and that was…just before I called you." She paused, her thumb gently running along his fingers. "I’m just glad you’re here."
She wasn’t given time to say much else, however, her gaze traveling to the door at the sound of a knock.
She looked. Well if he was honest with himself she looked like hell at this time of day every day right now. But given what her body was doing and now with the addition of an injury on top of it? Less-than-daisy-fresh was not only acceptable, it was as it should be.
The doctor that entered the room was a no-nonsense woman in her mid forties with a streak of gray in her hair and a gentle smile that belied a good soul in the brisk exterior.
"Well, the good news is that nothing is broken," she said after introductions were made and Rude’s presence was legitimized as him being the father of the child Selphie was incubating. "The bad news is that you’ve pulled a muscle. Not a big one," she reassured them both, sensing the rise of panic with Rude’s intake of a long breath.
"And it’ll mean that you need to rest a lot between now and your due date in…," she checked the file in her hand, "About a month and a half. I really can’t stress that enough."
The doctor took a seat on a nearby chair and explained, “This baby - boy or girl?” To the answering shrugs of ignorance she smiled and continued, “This baby is growing like crazy now. Space is limited and the injured muscle helps hold everything in the right place. The more you can keep from taxing it, the better off you’ll be come delivery time.”
Rude nodded his understanding and decided that if she didn’t have to get off the couch, she wouldn’t. He was already mentally on the phone with Rufus, explaining it all and working something out so that he could be around more. Maybe his mom could come for a little while, too. She and Selphie got along far too well, but if it assured that she was looked after when he wasn’t there….
♖ for one of my muse’s guilty pleasures.
I suppose the obvious one would be marijuana, being illegal in Edge, but Rude has exactly zero guilt over possessing and using it there.
While he is not generally a fan of sweets, he is convinced that there is some level of black magic or some unholy deal with Hades over the cheesecake at the Queen.
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I want to call bullshit but I can’t take that chance
holy shit you’re really doing it