Younger years: Confusion, angst and awkward about sums it up.
Who: Fang & Vanille.
What: Confusion, frustration and angst. - In which Fang doesn't get all these ~feelings~.
Where: Somewhere in Oerba
When: HUNDREDS OF YEARS AGO. - Before dinner?
She'd been egged into a race earlier, not much earlier but somehow Lavand always managed to push all the right buttons for Fang to take up the challenge regardless how ridiculous or stupid it was. This challenge had resulted in a couple miles worth of sprinting, following by that ass tripping her, tumbling around had ensued they'd both hit the ground, wrestling followed and eventually sex. It wasn't shameful but... It never felt quite right. Fang couldn't explain it, didn't understand it but... What happened, happened she suspected. At least they'd both gotten some stress relief out of it, even if in the end Fang had ended up stomping off. Now the handful of bruises she was going to have later would either need to be covered or ignored. Though the scratches and busted lip she'd gotten would have to have some slave put on them to make sure they didn't get infected.
Thankfully she wasn't soaked in sweat anymore, the trip back had dried up a fair deal of it, though some still remained, leaving a light sheen to her skin. The sweat wasn't enough to cover the scent of blood and sex still fresh on her skin. Her own blood, from the cuts and some of that jerk's left on her clothing from the short fight they'd had and the smell of sex.... Well.... That was obvious. Lavand was undoubtedly off doing something else and quite frankly Fang could care less... Until she found herself twisted up in some other crazy challenge to see who would come out the winner in the end and then they'd go through this whole cycle again undoubtedly. This was always how it went, however, this time had been rougher than another other instance. There wasn't normally blood, just some bruises, maybe a hickie if either of them got particularly aggressive but Fang never would. She wasn't interested in marking someone like they were her bitch when she... The thought trailed off with a huff of air, her pace picking up on the way to the medics.
You know what? She just wasn't going to think about it. There was no point in letting herself get worked up over something so stupid or wondering why she'd even engaged in something she knew was stupid in the first place.
Stalking into the infirmary, Fang assumed this should be an easy fix, she'd wait her turn, get some ointment dabbed on the cuts and then be off before anyone could bother her. Besides, it's not like just about anyone would ask where she got the marks from, just about everyone in the village knew how rough and tumble Fang could be. If they didn't know about her exploits with Lavand, they'd probably just assume she'd gotten into a fight or a scrape in the woods, which wasn't uncommon things either. Frankly, Fang wasn't about to correct anything, she'd just say she'd gotten into a fight and move on with it. No need to harp on it... At least, that's what she kept telling herself. Though the question was perhaps if she was really angry with Lavand or if perhaps she was mad at herself. A low displeased noise slipped out at the last thought.
Why was she doing this anyway? Lavand infuriated her on more than one occasion, not that she really let it show most of the time. If it wasn't for these wildly... Urgh, whatever Lavand tried, for the most part the other was a good hunter, decent person to have around but when Lavand got that mischievous look... Everything just went downhill from there and damn fast. This wasn't the first time and at this rate... Probably wouldn't be the last but... Why was Fang doing this to herself? It feels good... At least for a little bit.... That was one reason but... Was that enough? The thrill? It couldn't just be a thrill, could it? How she felt when she was with Lavand felt nothing like when she was spending time with Van.... No. No, thoughts wouldn't be allowed to go there. They... They couldn't. She couldn't let them. One hand fell to a hip and her gaze remained low.
Another frustrated huff of air as she wetted her lips, eye twitching as her tongue hit the busted part of her lip. Damn it.
What: Confusion, frustration and angst. - In which Fang doesn't get all these ~feelings~.
Where: Somewhere in Oerba
When: HUNDREDS OF YEARS AGO. - Before dinner?
She'd been egged into a race earlier, not much earlier but somehow Lavand always managed to push all the right buttons for Fang to take up the challenge regardless how ridiculous or stupid it was. This challenge had resulted in a couple miles worth of sprinting, following by that ass tripping her, tumbling around had ensued they'd both hit the ground, wrestling followed and eventually sex. It wasn't shameful but... It never felt quite right. Fang couldn't explain it, didn't understand it but... What happened, happened she suspected. At least they'd both gotten some stress relief out of it, even if in the end Fang had ended up stomping off. Now the handful of bruises she was going to have later would either need to be covered or ignored. Though the scratches and busted lip she'd gotten would have to have some slave put on them to make sure they didn't get infected.
Thankfully she wasn't soaked in sweat anymore, the trip back had dried up a fair deal of it, though some still remained, leaving a light sheen to her skin. The sweat wasn't enough to cover the scent of blood and sex still fresh on her skin. Her own blood, from the cuts and some of that jerk's left on her clothing from the short fight they'd had and the smell of sex.... Well.... That was obvious. Lavand was undoubtedly off doing something else and quite frankly Fang could care less... Until she found herself twisted up in some other crazy challenge to see who would come out the winner in the end and then they'd go through this whole cycle again undoubtedly. This was always how it went, however, this time had been rougher than another other instance. There wasn't normally blood, just some bruises, maybe a hickie if either of them got particularly aggressive but Fang never would. She wasn't interested in marking someone like they were her bitch when she... The thought trailed off with a huff of air, her pace picking up on the way to the medics.
You know what? She just wasn't going to think about it. There was no point in letting herself get worked up over something so stupid or wondering why she'd even engaged in something she knew was stupid in the first place.
Stalking into the infirmary, Fang assumed this should be an easy fix, she'd wait her turn, get some ointment dabbed on the cuts and then be off before anyone could bother her. Besides, it's not like just about anyone would ask where she got the marks from, just about everyone in the village knew how rough and tumble Fang could be. If they didn't know about her exploits with Lavand, they'd probably just assume she'd gotten into a fight or a scrape in the woods, which wasn't uncommon things either. Frankly, Fang wasn't about to correct anything, she'd just say she'd gotten into a fight and move on with it. No need to harp on it... At least, that's what she kept telling herself. Though the question was perhaps if she was really angry with Lavand or if perhaps she was mad at herself. A low displeased noise slipped out at the last thought.
Why was she doing this anyway? Lavand infuriated her on more than one occasion, not that she really let it show most of the time. If it wasn't for these wildly... Urgh, whatever Lavand tried, for the most part the other was a good hunter, decent person to have around but when Lavand got that mischievous look... Everything just went downhill from there and damn fast. This wasn't the first time and at this rate... Probably wouldn't be the last but... Why was Fang doing this to herself? It feels good... At least for a little bit.... That was one reason but... Was that enough? The thrill? It couldn't just be a thrill, could it? How she felt when she was with Lavand felt nothing like when she was spending time with Van.... No. No, thoughts wouldn't be allowed to go there. They... They couldn't. She couldn't let them. One hand fell to a hip and her gaze remained low.
Another frustrated huff of air as she wetted her lips, eye twitching as her tongue hit the busted part of her lip. Damn it.