scarlet beau (lightfell) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-04-13 02:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, !plot: founders festival, rivalen beau, scarlet beau |
WHO: Rivalen and Scarlet Beau ft. Kwee, Riv's chocobo
WHAT: Sibling non-catch up catch up, or something
WHEN: Aries 24th; The Annual Founders Festival, Day 2
WHERE: By the stables, just outside the city walls
RATING: Cute (G), 'til the end... (PG-13?)
STATUS: Complete
Kwee was a bright shade of yellow that Rivalen would argue looked more gold under the sunlight. He had dropped his helmet to the floor and had set himself to examine the chocobo, checking his feet for any lacerations, anything at all that might have been missed by the first checkup once they got off the track. “That’s a good boy.” Rivalen brushed his fingers along the chocobo’s clawed feet, just dirt beneath, no blood, no blisters. “Hold still.” He lifted the foot, checking the pads. “You’re going to need a good wash, Kwee. Tomorrow is the last day, have to look good out there.” Apparently, for all the issues Rivalen Beau had, talking to his chocobo was not an issue. Scarlet may have seen her brother around, but she hadn't spoken to him since he had taken her to the clinic following the last time the beasts had attempted to break down the city gates. She didn't know if it was more humiliating that it had to be Rivalen of all people, or if -- no, it definitely was. No doubt he would bring it up at least twice within their lifetime. She could picture herself rolling her eyes from the future. Well, he wasn't going to get a sorry or a thank you (and he probably had forgotten about two weeks ago anyway; he probably forgot he had a sister), but with their mutual adoration for Kwee, Scarlet approached with a gift: Gysahl Greens (and she knew it was authentic because they wouldn’t cut the prices after she half flirted with the merchant...then revealed to him that she was a Fell when he asked her what she did; fear and flirtation, and the man budged for neither. Definitely legit). She dropped the bag full of greens by Riv before feeding a carrot to Kwee. No, he had not forgotten but it was something to needle her about at the right moment and that had not yet come in his opinion. “Don’t overfeed him. He needs to be ready for tomorrow.” From his kneeling position he couldn’t see Scarlet, but he knew. She was his sister even if at times she tested his patience and conscience. The truth was, her death would serve no purpose to him and so helping her in the field would have been the right thing to do. What was expected of Rivalen Beau, funny bro and serious samurai. Kwee, more than excited to see Scarlet gave a few squeaks before chomping down the carrot and nudging her for more. “Kwee, don’t be a greedy chocobo.” Leaning in, Scarlet rested her head against Kwee’s, petting the muzzle with a free hand. She muttered some compliments in a soft, high pitched voice before patting his neck. Kwee: winning the affection of both, rather emotionless, Beau siblings. Definitely an extraordinary chocobo. “Gunna be a tough race tomorrow,” she said, finally acknowledging her brother. And the chocobo responded in kind, making cooing sounds and nuzzling her back; from the floor, Rivalen rolled his eyes. “Traitor.” he patted Kwee on the leg and shifted to pay attention to Scarlet, “It will be but regardless, he’s done great so far.” No matter who won, Kwee was still the best chocobo around. In a few years maybe he would mate him, have a few hatchlings to take care of. If Scarlet would get one too, if she did not piss him off on that day. Her dear fickle, fickle brother. Scarlet smiled inwardly not as Kwee showed her affection, but as Rivalen called him a traitor. Outwardly, nothing changed. “It’ll be fun to watch.” She nodded to the bag. “And you can spoil him plenty after tomorrow.” “Going to give him a good bath first, check him over, got to look for tomorrow.” A firm pat on the wing; Kwee shook his head and preened for the Beau siblings. Rivalen cast a look at the bag, “Is this thank you for the other day?” The smirk appeared, shark-like but less predatory than if he were stalking, say Juliette. Scarlet was not the type to be intimidated by him (nor was he trying). There were two ways to handle this; the first, apathy and denial, the second, amusement. And amused she was (of course he would think that), the corner of her lips turning up, allowing herself to even manage a laugh. “Sure, Riv.” “I’ll accept it. Kwee approves.” And really when it came to his chocobo, Rivalen was an entirely different person displaying tenderness, care and a whole range of sincere emotions he had never felt towards people. “You’ll be here tomorrow?” Scarlet didn’t know it yet, but she would remember this moment. A time when nothing specific really happened, where a few words were exchanged with her brother about things not-too-important, and that had been that. But when she looked back, she would smile. She would remember how blue the sky was, how unrealistically white and fluffy the clouds were. His chocobo’s yellow (Riv was delusional, Kwee didn’t have a fleck of gold in him) feathers ruffling in the cool Aries wind and how at ease her brother looked. Scarlet nodded, her hand reaching out to pat Kwee on his neck once more before heading back to the exciting festivities. Rivalen was very still for those few moments where Scarlet patted his chocobo and then left, he spared her a glance. How did they get here? It was not her choice of class he minded, it wasn’t even her (entirely) that he minded, but Scarlet did not understand. Did not know, perhaps, or maybe she did and ignored it. The consuming hunger and need for more. Rivalen buried his head in Kwee’s neck, “Yeah.” Rivalen muttered, “I would miss her if I had to kill her.” |