Adeya would never say that she believed in fate, that she was far too logical for such nonsense. Let others believe in such things, if it comforted them, but she knew that the world was a place of cold, hard logic.
Except when it came to people. They were unpredictable, too prone to acting on emotion rather than reason. It was as if they were determined to mess up her perfectly arranged plans and diagrams.
And, perhaps just sometimes, making life far more exciting than it had been before.
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“So let me make sure I understand you correctly,” Idristan begins, looking intently over at the duskwight sitting across from him. “You think that your cave is haunted?”
“Yes!” the duskwight insists, apparently either not noticing or choosing to ignore the extra emphasis on cave. Idristan isn’t quite sure which–nor, to be fair, did he care that much. “There have been strange sounds, and I swear I’ve seen things moving on their own!”
“I see,” he says dryly. Definitely unimpressed. “And you’re sure it’s not a bat or–” He waves a hand vaguely. “Whatever other vermin might live in a cave?”
That seems to do it. The duskwight puffs up their chest as they give him a glare. “If you’re not going to help and are just going to insult my home, I’ll go find someone else–” As she starts to rise to her feet, Idristan holds up a hand.
“I have to ask,” he explains (though admittedly, it could perhaps be done a bit nicer. “Very well; I’ll come take a look.” The sudden acqueisence causes the duskwight to give him a slightly suspicious look, but she does, at least, finally seem to accept it.
“Very well. I look forward to seeing you then,” she says.
As the duskwight leaves, Idristan groans softly and rests his head in his hands. “Gods, give me a succubus or cult to deal with over more ashkin.”
Odette’s voice rang out, even over the crowd gathered in the small tavern. A grin spreads across her face as she quickly counts the hands, then she rests her violin under her chin once more. Her bow glides across the strings as she starts to play a tune that would not have been out of place in Limsa.
Right here, right now, she didn’t see herself as a duskwight nor a student. She was a musician in her element, playing the music that she secretly loved. Later, of course, the reality would settle back in, but for now she was in the spotlight for all of the right reasons, and she intended to enjoy it for as long as she could.
He never had; planning ahead, thinking of the consequences, had never been his strong suit. He preferred to live in the moment, improvising and adapting to whatever trouble came his way. And since he was still alive to talk about it, he figured that he had to be at least somewhat good at it.
But it was worse now. Sebastian had hinted at how lonely a long life could truly be, and while most of the time he could avoid dwelling upon it, there were times at night when the thought of losing everyone kept him up at night.
And tonight was shaping up to be one of them.
Idristan lets out a soft sigh as he lowers the book he had been trying (and miserably failing) to read. “Shite,” he breathes, reaching up to rub tiredly at his eyes. “Not now. Not…” But it was no use. After all, how exactly did one stop themselves from thinking? He swallows hard, his eyes flicking briefly towards the brandy bottles arranged neatly on a kitchen shelf. He starts to walk towards them–then abruptly stops, and makes for the door instead.
Fortunately for him, the Black Dove headquarters was only a brisk walk away. It is silent when he enters, and for a few moments he’s afraid she’s not actually here. But then he spots a bit of light coming from the basement, and his smile returns as he heads down the stairs. Of course she would still be up. Working no doubt.
And sure enough… His smile grows as he spots her. He starts towards her, then stops. There was a time when he would have approached her from behind and tried to draw her into a hug, but he knows better now.
“Solenne,” he instead says quietly and simply waited for her to turn. There is warmth in her eyes, but also a hint of concern.
“Idris,” she says as her sharp blue eyes study his face. “Is something wrong?”
He can feel a touch of ruefulness creep onto his face. He could never hide anything well from her.
“Stop working,” he says, neatly dodging the question. “Come… come dance with me.” It is clearly an impulsive request, one he had just conjured up on the spur of the moment–but then, isn’t living in the moment exactly what he wanted right now?
“Or we could go walk along the beach. Anything. Just… be with me?” And there it was. The reason why he had come. His eyes are hopeful, and, for once, oddly vulnerable as he looks over at her–and perhaps it is this that finally causes her to take his hand.
Roses And Grimoires 