Appointments Post

[mirrorbirth]

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[Action, August 24th]

[goldenfirefly]

[Drafts always happened in Luceti. People would go and fight, some would die, but most would return, injured and weary, yet safe. Stella hated to see the draft list go up, hated all these wars and the thought of people who couldn't even fight going out there. She hated reading the list, hated seeing people she was familiar with...

And this particular time, she hated to see that one name. Asch... He had to go out there. Granted, he's a soldier. He's probably used to these things. But even the most seasoned soldier could be hurt or killed.

It's why Stella finds herself outside of his apartment, and why she knocks quietly. Normally she'd have a smile on her face already, but this time, she's truly showing how worried she is by pursing her lips. She just hoped he was there... If not, she might have to look elsewhere. But she knew she had to see him before he left.]

[Action, August 24th]

[mirrorbirth]

[Asch opens the door a moment later, looking pretty calm for someone who's been called out to war. Probably a soldier thing. He is, however, holding his sword at his side, though he shifts it back a bit when he sees that it's her. He steps away from the door to let her in, though he doesn't look thrilled to see her.]

What're you doing here?

[Action, August 24th]

[goldenfirefly]

... I saw your name on the list.

[Stella steps inside, though she keeps her head down. Her hands are near her chest, her fingers practically tangled together, trying to find some way to occupy themselves.]

I... [She smiles and lets out a soft little laugh.] I'm not sure why I came here. To wish you the best, I suppose?

[Action, August 24th]

[mirrorbirth]

[So it was out of concern... he thought as much. Leading her further inside the apartment, he sets the sword down on the table, where a whetstone and a bowl of dirty water is already resting; it's probably obvious that he was in the middle of sharpening the blade. Bypassing that, though, he goes to set the kettle to boiling.]

If you're worried, you shouldn't be. I'll be fine.

[Not that he's promising anything, but if there's one thing he's still good at, it's the field of battle.]

[Action, August 24th]

[goldenfirefly]

You say that so easily...

[She shouldn't be worried? Ha... Even if she knew the most capable warrior in Luceti, she would worry. It's not just fighting an enemy - it's a war.

Stella leans her hands on the table and gazes down at the items Asch has on the table. Most of them are lost on her, though she knows they must be used to sharpen his blade. The only time she's ever seen swords were on people like Chloe, or...]

Should I see you off with a smile, then? And not concern myself with your safety?

[Action, August 24th]

[mirrorbirth]

[Asch pauses at the counter, hands resting on it for a moment as he silently waits for the kettle. Why is she asking him what? It's not like he has a good answer for her... it's bad enough that he has to tell her not to worry, but that... hasn't he already told her not to pretend?

His chest hurts, and he's not even sure why, for once. He can't look at her, knowing what kind of expression she must be wearing. It's the same as Natalia.

Dammit...]

...I can't tell you what you should do. But you still shouldn't worry.

[He knows he's being a hypocrite. But that doesn't really matter to him right now.]

[Action, August 24th]

[goldenfirefly]

[... Stella smiles, a little, though it isn't out of false encouragement or hope. She's honestly slightly humored - just two sentences, and Asch already contradicted himself. She shuts her eyes, and her smile grows. They're both hypocrites, aren't they?]

You can't tell me what to do, and yet you still tell me I shouldn't worry. Asch...

["Do you know how silly you sound?"

But she doesn't say that out loud. Instead, she lets out a breath, her smile fading as she looks up at him.]

I know how capable of a fighter you are. You're a soldier... The battlefield is something you're used to. I'm not doubting your abilities... But I'll still worry.

[Action, August 24th]

[mirrorbirth]

[...Ugh. He hates it when people worry- as if his life is even worth that much these days. Not that he can even say that without getting a lecture in response.

It's... not like he wants to die, either. He knows how it feels, what you get out of it. He knows how certain people who shall remain unnamed would react. And even if, in this place, he could be back in a week...

Still. It doesn't really changed a damn thing.]

Would it help if I said I'll be careful?