Oerba Dia Vanille | FFXIII (sparkofhope) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2017-11-23 06:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | oerba dia vanille, oerba yun fang |
Who: Fang and Vanille
What: Vanille got in a fight with Noctis
Where: Their apartment
When: A few hours after this horrible argument
Warnings: Language, grumping, frisky-ness happened later >.>
Sometimes the easiest medicine for a problem was actually the best. It wasn’t often that an issue could be faced with ice cream and cuddling, but sometimes? One was lucky enough that those two things combined were the perfect solution. It was a far better solution than forming half of Ragnarok and trying to destroy a world on your own at least. With those things passively in the back of her mind Fang had stopped by a shop on the way home to pick up some bubble gum flavored ice cream and some sorbet for herself. While she’d tried the sort of thing the other woman seemed to like it was just too heavy and sickeningly sweet in most instances for her. Thankfully, the solution for that problem was simple - just two different pints - unlike many of the other challenges they’d faced so far in their respective lives. With that in mind Fang had tried to make sure she was present, that her ice cream game was on point, and that any negativity she’d have lingering was long banished before getting home. It was then she’d unstrap her shoes and call out into the apartment. “Vanille, where are you at?” It wouldn’t have been hard to determine with a moment or two of looking around, but this just seemed easier for now. Besides, it’d allow them to figure out where they were going to settle in for this tonight too. If there was one thing everyone knew about Vanille, it was that she wanted to get along with everyone. She wanted to make everyone happy. She wanted to help wherever she was needed. She hated confrontation of any kind. Vanille tended to be chipper and happy-go-lucky much of the time. If she was ever not like this it meant one of two things: She was sick, or she was sad. And usually even when she was sick she could be decently talkative. However, right now she was sad. Her heart hurt and she just wanted to curl up and go to sleep and wake up with everything magically better. She knew that was impossible, but she could try! Fighting with Noctis had been unexpected. She could see where he had been coming from, but she didn’t understand why he had been so mean about it. She knew that there was always truth to what people said, even when they were angry and just venting. Vanille didn’t take fighting well and this was no different. She felt like she let her friends down just because of a poorly received message. She had seen other people saying similar things. So why had Noctis singled her out? Vanille didn’t want to talk about it, and she didn’t want to talk to him right now. She just kept her little Mogwai in its box in her closet and she would give him away in the morning. Vanille sighed to herself when she heard the question. She had settled in Fang’s bed, if only because she needed something familiar. “I’m in here,” she said, not all too loudly. Just enough to be registered. Listening to where the voice came from Fang would take a moment, putting anything aside she needed to before casually plodding into the kitchen to fetch up spoons for them both. From there the meander back towards and into her room was easy. The vision of Vanille splayed over her bed earned an amused look and a huffed chuckle. “Come on in, make yourself comfortable.” It was a joke, everything in her tone and posture said that too. A few items where knocked out of the walkway to the bed passively before Fang would gesture for Vanille to move over a bit. With everything seemingly in line Fang would settle into the bed, pulling Vanille up against her, arms wrapping around the other woman before setting Vanille’s spoon and pint of ice cream into the other woman’s lap. “This a talk and cuddle? Or just cuddle sort of night?” And even before Vanille answered Fang was already ripping open the covering of her sorbet. Vanille had just wanted to be somewhere she felt safe, and anything having to do with Fang was as close as she had gotten until Fang returned home. So when the other woman showed up, Vanille felt a sense of relief because it meant the real thing was there and she could just cuddle up against Fang all night now. That was her safe place. It had been for ages. Vanille just smirked in return without saying anything. Yeah, she was going to get comfortable because she was used to crawling into bed with Fang in the middle of the night. She knew it was a joke, but she didn’t much feel like joking. She wanted to sulk. She wanted to try and forget the horrible conversation she had had with Noctis. Fighting with someone she thought was a friend was the second worst feeling in the world to her. The worst had been caring about Fang and not being able to say anything about it. At least she didn’t have to worry about that anymore now that they both knew how the other felt. With a deep sigh Vanille moved closed and set her head against the bed frame. She looked down at the pint and just looked at it for a moment. She shrugged, “Don’t know.” Vanille didn’t know if she wanted to talk about it or if she just wanted to bury her emotions in ice cream. She slowly opened her own and took a bite. “Haven’t decided yet,” she said after swallowing that first bite. “Alright.” Fang let the word fall into the empty space comfortably and without a single thought behind it as she kept the ice cream pint steady with one hand, her spoon in the other, and ripped the plastic covering off of the pint with her teeth. A turn of head, and a couple puffs of air blew the plastic away from her for now. She’d need to pick that up later. It was from here that the hunter would try to move a bit, pulling Vanille up closer so that they could be both theoretically be comfortable and be able to eat their respective ice creams as well. This part was easy now, scoop the ice cream, and put it in her mouth… Assuming Vanille didn’t try to steal the bite off the spoon as it was passing her. Which Fang wouldn’t put past the other woman at all, and that knowledge drove her to speak again. “You let me know when you figure that out, eh?” The scoop would attempt to be brought up in time with Vanille speaking so that she couldn’t snag it away. Only once that adventure was handled would Fang speak again. “Until then we can just stay here curled up and eat our ice cream.” Because why the hell should this be any more complicated than that? Right now, Vanille simply didn’t want to talk about it. She had already said most of what she wanted to say through the network. She just wanted to eat her sadness in ice cream and sit there in silence. It was unlike Vanille to be quiet for very long. She should be sneaky when the mood struck, and she could be quiet. But this… this was a different kind of silence. Vanille also had no plans to try and take Fang’s ice cream. She just slowly dug at her own, taking small bites. Suddenly the sweetness of it didn’t settle well with her. But even so, she ate it because it was something to do besides talk and she really didn’t want to do that right now. Vanille just shrugged in return. She didn’t even glance at Fang’s ice cream, something she would have done any other day and in any other situation. Right now she wasn’t feeling playful or cute or interested in anything except for sulking. Vanille not attempting to steal her ice cream was actually a concerning point all of its own in Fang’s mind. It meant that something was really, deeply wrong on some level that the hunter had no idea how to even begin to fix. Though, this wasn’t the first time that Vanille had gotten into a mood over one thing or another at least. Generally they passed, and all Fang had to do was whatever Vanille said - generally just cuddling up together - and give it some time. The day she had to problem solve one of these moods when it was aimed at her? Well…. That would be a mess when it happened. Hopefully, she would have solved enough of the other woman’s issues to have all the tools needed at her disposal to take care of whatever the problem would be, but…. One could never be too certain about that sort of thing no matter what you did. Instead the hunter would place a kiss against the back of Vanille’s head while sitting comfortably in the silence before continuing to eat her ice cream. Vanille needed time to process, and give her time to process Fang would. It wasn't often that Vanille was in a mood, especially not a particularly bad one like tonight. She was sad and she felt betrayed. She wanted to wallow in this feeling for a little while. So she took slow, small spoonfuls of ice cream. Each spoonful echoed in her mind the things Noctis had said. Did he really feel that way? She thought so. Why else would he have said them? After several minutes of this silence Vanille sighed and set her ice cream on the bedside table. She turned toward Fang and wrapped an arm around her front, needing a that closeness. “Do you think he really meant it?” she asked in a quiet voice. There was a low, somewhat thoughtful sigh that was given in response to Vanille’s question at first. Then a begrudging setting down of her ice cream would occur - mostly because she hadn’t really had dinner yet - before both arms would come to wrap around the other woman in a tight hold and another kiss would be pressed against the other woman’s head. “Think he got upset and didn’t think about his words mostly.” Which remained the largely the same answer she’d given earlier. “Since he said he cared and all, assume he’s got a bit of a streak in him like me. Get hot headed and snappy more because your worried than anything else.” Which from what she’d read of Vanille and Noctis’ conversation combined with the solo talks she’d had with them both. There was undoubtedly something going on there. Vanille thought his words had been overly cruel. She felt horrible because she thought she had not only lost a friend, but also because his words made it seem like Vanille was using Fang to clean up her messes. She never even said anything like that. She hated that it was assumed that's why she would have told Fang if there were any issues with the Mogwai. She decided it was best to get rid of hers and never talk about it again. Then he got angry when she said she was giving hers away. Well, which was it? Was Vanille irresponsible for enjoying having her Mogwai around or for having decided that the argument was good enough for her to give it away? It seemed like a double standard and she couldn't make him happy with her answers. “Do you think I just ask you to clean up my messes?” she asked, her voice still quiet. Maybe it was nothing to anyone else, but this was a very important question to Vanille. She needed to make absolutely certain Fang didn't think Vanille thought she was around for clean things up when she messed up. Fang’s eyes instantly narrowed, something almost dangerous in the level of displeasure that arose with the look. “No.” The single word was hard, with an edge. Almost as if anyone tried to combat that fact they’d be having a very long talk with a very sharp part of Fang’s lance. Fingers shifted, stroking casually over any part of Vanille they could touch. “I know you don’t ask me to clean up your messes.” Did she sometimes clean up Vanille’s messes? Yes, of course…. But Vanille would never be in a situation to make these messes if it weren’t for Fang. Besides, the redhead was always who Fang turned to in order to clean up her broken and bloodied body after she was done taking something or someone to task so… It seemed a pretty even exchange. Vanille nodded once. That confirmation from Fang made her feel worlds better. Coming from Fang herself, even if Vanille had already known the answer, made that fear go away almost instantly. She had needed to hear it from Fang herself, because even if she had been absolutely certain Fang didn’t feel that way she still worried that somewhere deep down… she might feel that way. They were a partnership and Vanille had tried to explain that to Noctis. Nothing seemed to get through his brain that maybe, just maybe they were in things together and that Fang and Vanille were a team and came to each other’s aid whenever needed. Without question. Even if they pissed each other off or worried endlessly over the other. Vanille took in a deep breath and readjusted a little so that she could kiss Fang’ cheek, “That’s what I thought.” There was a low ‘heh’ given in response to the kiss on her cheek that allowed the Hunter’s eyes to slipped closed. Maybe she was wrong, maybe she was reading into things but it hopefully was starting to look like Vanille was feeling at least a bit better. “Better be, hate to have to run off half cocked to kick someone’s ass.” Then was that smirk again, and eyes slid open as fingers easily caressed over where they had fallen. “Unless me running off half cocked to kick someone’s ass would make you feel better of course.” And really, that was only a half joke at best. Vanille likely wouldn't feel better about her argument with Noctis for a while. It had happened to so suddenly, out of nowhere. It made her uneasy. But most of all, it had made her sad. Vanille hadn't even felt angry about, just incredibly sad. Vanille managed to smile just slightly. It wasn't anything like her usual cheerful smile, but it was something. She didn't want anyone running off to fight her battles, or fighting in her honor. Vanille could kick some butt, too. That smile grew just a little. “No, that'd make me feel worse,” she said quietly. The slight smile was really all Fang needed. That meant things would get better, Vanille would come out of her moping, and they’d move on with all of this eventually. It would just take some time was all, and while previously they’d been terribly pressed for time now… It often didn’t feel that way. Which still made Fang terribly nervous considering they both still had their brands - even if hers was still burnt over - about what the future might hold. “Okay, no going off half cocked to kick someone’s ass.” The hunter confirmed with a definite ease as she was clearly not fussed with any of it. “Only full cocked ass kicking then.” A smooth and simple delivery of this phrase almost made it seem like Fang had made up her mind, and clearly someone else was going down. Vanille would be able to tell it was a joke though, even if the hunter did seem fully assured. |