"I should next time aye. Gods, t'was only tha' Leoric suggested it I ended up kickin' ye against yer head in th' end." Ave groaned, and admitted. "I thought ye did as well. Leoric already said it was stupid of me ta not follow ye 'nd make sure ye ended up in yer room tho. Seems he was right in th' end."
"Aye ye just did tha'. Ye dressed up as a swivin' Garlean. Well not tha' ye aren't a Garlean, but tha's beside th' point..." and sighed heavily, and without realising it, her eyes wandered to where his third eye should be. Snapping her gaze back to his two other eyes, she confessed "I don't want ta fuckin' beat ye down when yer in a state like tha' Franz." Rolling her shoulders into a weak shrug she said "Tha' be very likely. Yer outfit had blood stuck ta it, 'nd it wasn't yers fer certain. But some Garleans less, I couldn't care if ye did it or not. I just pray ye didn't kill any Eorzeans aye?"
Pressing her lips to the side, and trailing her gaze off for a moment when he asked her not let him end up like that again, she eventually drew her gaze back to him and asked. "Wish ta I could. Don't even know wha' set ye off. We argue all th' time. Wha' am I supposed ta do if I don't even know wha' caused it?"
The moment Franz dropped the miqote's name, she only tensed up further. "Like I swivin' cared. He was staggerin' at one point, seemed ta be utterly defensive of tha' fuckin' lalafell whore who showed up outa nowhere. Almost as if he was enchanted by her whims. I swear if he fucks lalafells, tha' man lost th' bit of respect I have left fer him." Ave grumbled and continued "Bloody bastard attacked us both after I made tha' cunt stop attackin' ye. He didn't even seem tha' care about ye any more. Tha' woman took him by th' balls, 'nd he seemed ta enjoy every moment of it, like some sad lost pup howlin' fer attention."
When Franz his eyes started to redden, the only thing crossing her mind was praying he wouldn't start to weep. She hated it when men wept. Tears of women couldn't make her feel anything. Women cried about everything. She had seen plenty of people weep in the past. But there was something about men doing such. The strong Ala Mhigan men who she had seen weeping in the streets, crying for their lost ones, for the loss of their homelands, that made her feel uncomfortable. She never saw men cry back in Ala Mhigo. It was... unnatural to her, and it just didn't make her feel at ease. Even when it was a damnable Garlean seeming to about to tear up at any given moment, it still made her feel awkward, not knowing what to do. She just couldn't stand men crying, it broke her heart every time she had to endure it. Gods, Franz, please don't start crying.
And that his words sadly enough could had been true? That even made Avelyn felt sorry for him. He always ranted on how he had a wife. On how he had a life back in Garlemald, but she never thought it was true. A lie fabricated by himself, or someone else, to have him cling onto something so desperately for him to continue. People did odd things when they had no goals in life, a thing Ave wasn't a stranger to herself as she'd long given up on her Order or retaking Ala Mhigo for that matter.
For a moment she couldn't help herself but grimace for the briefest of moments. A fortnight ago or so, she had said she felt terribly alone, being the only light sect Monk left of her age she'd knew. Well there was Leoric. They were meant to kill one another, but instead she sought some odd comfort by the shadow sect Monk. He was something of her past. Someone of her age. Someone who understood, even if their two sects weren't on the best of terms ever since the light sect had clashed with the shadow, and won. Heh, it was sort of hilarious in a cruel, twisted way how the shadow sect had the right of it by not wanting to get involved with the royal house...
Franz and here weren't that different in some aspects. She belonged in the Ala Mhigan army, together with her brothers and sister in a temple back in Gyr Abania. He belonged back in Garlemald with his family. They were people who were forced to live in a place they both didn't want to be, didn't belong, and didn't feel comfortable at.
After a moment of silence, muling her words over she asked quietly "Dunno. Already have some pureblood bitch after Leo 'nd I. Doubt they would suddenly send ye after me. Ye wouldn't harm me out of yer free will, would ye Franz?"
A long drawn out sigh emitted from her lips before she added "Like I told ye before, ye might as well livin' a lie. I would tell it all ta go fuck itself, and start over fer yerself here. Not tha' I am th' one ta talk about these things, as I failed ta do it fer th' past twenty-seven cycles, but ye can try. As fer tha' damnable miqo'te..."
Ave clenched her jaw for a moment. She couldn't grasp how Lho'a first so concerned for Franz safety seemed to be so eager to farm him. It must have been that lalafell bitch who had gotten into his mind. He didn't attack Franz at first, Hells, he seemed to be quite defensive until that harlot showed up.
"Lho... found it fittin' tha' aid the whore who enthralled him. Tossed a swivin' rock at ye with magic. Ye oddly enough seemed ta like it as well. Thank th' Twelve they pissed off eventually, 'nd I managed ta kick ye against yer head, 'nd well, tha' is how ye ended up here 'nd th' rest is history. Ye did end up askin' fer more. So I doubt it did much in th' end."
Straightening her back, she gave Franz a questioning look, and jabbed a finger towards him, almost in an accusing matter as she asked him "How in th' Hells did ye survive a swivin' punch with all me chakras open? I should had punched trough ye Franz. Ye shouldn't be alive. How th' fuck did ye do tha'?"
It had frustrated her ever since it happened. That wasn't normal. She wasn't weak. She was a great deal more powerful then most. She could tore to very earth apart beneath her, hit trough heavy objects, snap bones with the lightest of touches, feats impossible for anyone but a Fist of Rhalgr, yet Franz didn't seemed to get wounded at by her attacks. It frustrated her. Too much. That night she'd laid besides Leoric, she had crawled up against him, thinking how easy it was to unlock yet another shadow sect chakra while he was asleep. The kill would had been so easy. So swift. So little effort to be made for such a great achievement. It wouldn't been honourable no, and that was the very thing what stopped her. Spitting on her Order's ways was the last shred of personal honour Ave managed to cling onto. Yet it continued nagging thought in the back of her head ever she had failed to killed Franz. Or rather the nameless Garlean she thought he was that evening.
She hated feeling weak, and Franz had made her feel such.
"Aye ye just did tha'. Ye dressed up as a swivin' Garlean. Well not tha' ye aren't a Garlean, but tha's beside th' point..." and sighed heavily, and without realising it, her eyes wandered to where his third eye should be. Snapping her gaze back to his two other eyes, she confessed "I don't want ta fuckin' beat ye down when yer in a state like tha' Franz." Rolling her shoulders into a weak shrug she said "Tha' be very likely. Yer outfit had blood stuck ta it, 'nd it wasn't yers fer certain. But some Garleans less, I couldn't care if ye did it or not. I just pray ye didn't kill any Eorzeans aye?"
Pressing her lips to the side, and trailing her gaze off for a moment when he asked her not let him end up like that again, she eventually drew her gaze back to him and asked. "Wish ta I could. Don't even know wha' set ye off. We argue all th' time. Wha' am I supposed ta do if I don't even know wha' caused it?"
The moment Franz dropped the miqote's name, she only tensed up further. "Like I swivin' cared. He was staggerin' at one point, seemed ta be utterly defensive of tha' fuckin' lalafell whore who showed up outa nowhere. Almost as if he was enchanted by her whims. I swear if he fucks lalafells, tha' man lost th' bit of respect I have left fer him." Ave grumbled and continued "Bloody bastard attacked us both after I made tha' cunt stop attackin' ye. He didn't even seem tha' care about ye any more. Tha' woman took him by th' balls, 'nd he seemed ta enjoy every moment of it, like some sad lost pup howlin' fer attention."
When Franz his eyes started to redden, the only thing crossing her mind was praying he wouldn't start to weep. She hated it when men wept. Tears of women couldn't make her feel anything. Women cried about everything. She had seen plenty of people weep in the past. But there was something about men doing such. The strong Ala Mhigan men who she had seen weeping in the streets, crying for their lost ones, for the loss of their homelands, that made her feel uncomfortable. She never saw men cry back in Ala Mhigo. It was... unnatural to her, and it just didn't make her feel at ease. Even when it was a damnable Garlean seeming to about to tear up at any given moment, it still made her feel awkward, not knowing what to do. She just couldn't stand men crying, it broke her heart every time she had to endure it. Gods, Franz, please don't start crying.
And that his words sadly enough could had been true? That even made Avelyn felt sorry for him. He always ranted on how he had a wife. On how he had a life back in Garlemald, but she never thought it was true. A lie fabricated by himself, or someone else, to have him cling onto something so desperately for him to continue. People did odd things when they had no goals in life, a thing Ave wasn't a stranger to herself as she'd long given up on her Order or retaking Ala Mhigo for that matter.
For a moment she couldn't help herself but grimace for the briefest of moments. A fortnight ago or so, she had said she felt terribly alone, being the only light sect Monk left of her age she'd knew. Well there was Leoric. They were meant to kill one another, but instead she sought some odd comfort by the shadow sect Monk. He was something of her past. Someone of her age. Someone who understood, even if their two sects weren't on the best of terms ever since the light sect had clashed with the shadow, and won. Heh, it was sort of hilarious in a cruel, twisted way how the shadow sect had the right of it by not wanting to get involved with the royal house...
Franz and here weren't that different in some aspects. She belonged in the Ala Mhigan army, together with her brothers and sister in a temple back in Gyr Abania. He belonged back in Garlemald with his family. They were people who were forced to live in a place they both didn't want to be, didn't belong, and didn't feel comfortable at.
After a moment of silence, muling her words over she asked quietly "Dunno. Already have some pureblood bitch after Leo 'nd I. Doubt they would suddenly send ye after me. Ye wouldn't harm me out of yer free will, would ye Franz?"
A long drawn out sigh emitted from her lips before she added "Like I told ye before, ye might as well livin' a lie. I would tell it all ta go fuck itself, and start over fer yerself here. Not tha' I am th' one ta talk about these things, as I failed ta do it fer th' past twenty-seven cycles, but ye can try. As fer tha' damnable miqo'te..."
Ave clenched her jaw for a moment. She couldn't grasp how Lho'a first so concerned for Franz safety seemed to be so eager to farm him. It must have been that lalafell bitch who had gotten into his mind. He didn't attack Franz at first, Hells, he seemed to be quite defensive until that harlot showed up.
"Lho... found it fittin' tha' aid the whore who enthralled him. Tossed a swivin' rock at ye with magic. Ye oddly enough seemed ta like it as well. Thank th' Twelve they pissed off eventually, 'nd I managed ta kick ye against yer head, 'nd well, tha' is how ye ended up here 'nd th' rest is history. Ye did end up askin' fer more. So I doubt it did much in th' end."
Straightening her back, she gave Franz a questioning look, and jabbed a finger towards him, almost in an accusing matter as she asked him "How in th' Hells did ye survive a swivin' punch with all me chakras open? I should had punched trough ye Franz. Ye shouldn't be alive. How th' fuck did ye do tha'?"
It had frustrated her ever since it happened. That wasn't normal. She wasn't weak. She was a great deal more powerful then most. She could tore to very earth apart beneath her, hit trough heavy objects, snap bones with the lightest of touches, feats impossible for anyone but a Fist of Rhalgr, yet Franz didn't seemed to get wounded at by her attacks. It frustrated her. Too much. That night she'd laid besides Leoric, she had crawled up against him, thinking how easy it was to unlock yet another shadow sect chakra while he was asleep. The kill would had been so easy. So swift. So little effort to be made for such a great achievement. It wouldn't been honourable no, and that was the very thing what stopped her. Spitting on her Order's ways was the last shred of personal honour Ave managed to cling onto. Yet it continued nagging thought in the back of her head ever she had failed to killed Franz. Or rather the nameless Garlean she thought he was that evening.
She hated feeling weak, and Franz had made her feel such.
