Red. Redder than red. Red as Dalamud during the Calamity.
It was the only way to describe Zac's entire body as he stared at the form of a highly familiar Highlander woman, clad in armor highly similar to his own. His eyes roamed the page slowly, breath shallow. He leaned back on his barrack bed, unable to look away. The heat coming from his body should've been enough to set flame to the cloth covers!Â
'No...it couldn't be. Could it?' Â he thought to himself. Â 'No. NO! Crofte isn't that type of woman.'
But she WAS a woman none the less...
"Evans! Are you decent?" Came Raging Behemoth's room shaking shout, causing Zac to scream in horror as he threw the magazine clear out the nearby window!!!
To be forgotten is worse than death
