Characters: Jyuushirou Ukitake and Zeetha Content: Some friendly conversation and dinner. Setting: Starting on the Amestris, heading into town. Time: Evening, after sabotage is done Warning: None
god I'm so sorry so for thisdaughterofchumpJuly 17 2010, 06:18:11 UTC
"Of course," she said, recovering herself enough to get a good look at him, not registering his pause much at all.
He hadn't actually been bad looking in the infirmary, but he was definitely looking better now. More cleaned up. Of course, he had really looked best on the deck, with the sun shining through his beautiful long hair which had streamed out in the wake of the magical energy created when converted his blade to its true form...
It was funny how that memory had grown on her with time. She had noticed he was nice looking from the start, but she hadn't really noticed it until recently. Oh, how good he'd look if they ever sparred, with that smile of anticipation on his face, waiting to strike at her with all his force.
Well, they wouldn't be doing any of that tonight, but perhaps, if things went well, she might get close enough to smell him. She was horribly curious how smelled. She wanted to know if he smelled sick, if that was something she could smell on him. He had said she could ask him things, but there was no way she would ever ask him that. No, you only ask a jager right out if you can smell him.
Ukitake grinned and offered her his arm. His family wasn't anywhere near nobility, and Zeetha wasn't exactly a primped high society lady who needed to be lead around, but... he enjoyed being the gentleman in action, if not in name. And the fact that he knew the lady in question could more than hold her own only made him happier to do it.
Looking back on it, he wondered how he could have missed the fact the fact that she was a fighter. The lean muscle was even more apparent on her than it was on him, and she moved with a fighter's grace. It was the sort of thing that had always drawn his attention, and even without a blade in her hands, he knew he was going to have to be careful about staring too much.
Zeetha found herself grinning stupidly as she took his arm. Sure, she might take a buddy's arm, Dimo liked offering his to ladies sometimes, but then there were other times it was totally different. She was by no means a delicate or corseted little thing, but she had a very strong feeling of being woman. She slipped her hand around his offered arm in a smooth motion, running her fingers lightly down his arm in the motion to boot. Oh, she didn't want to be too obvious, but she gave his arm the slightest little squeeze that said she appreciated the gesture.
"A gentleman," she murmured in a tone much sweeter than her normal one. "Now you have my attention. Just where is this place we're going?"
Ukitake couldn't help but notice that extra, lingering touch, and for a second he considered tossing the dinner plans entirely and just heading back to his quarters with her. Clearly Shunsui had been a bad influence on him. At the same time, though - he wanted to get to know her better. She was intriguing, different from his usual choice in relationships - most of his previous partners had been in the Ivonian military, like himself - it would be difficult for him to connect on an intimate level with someone who didn't have the experiences that came with being a soldier. But she was most assuredly not Ivonian.
He grinned in reply. "I try. And it's near Solare's center - but this side of town. Not too far a walk from the airship docks."
She would have said she was looking forward to seeing what it was, but in truth, she really didn't care where he was taking her. She was just happy to be out and about on the arm of this person who gave her such a feeling of energy. Most of it was nervous energy, yes, but it gave her a feeling of liveliness and lightness.
True, she had been a bit freaked out about his illness, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from getting to know him. The incident with Hughes, and his apparent death, had left her with the feeling that time was terribly short and precarious. You never knew what would happen, or when you might lose somebody. Whatever happiness she could find now, she wanted to seize hold of, and not let go.
It was still light out when they left the ship, and while the weather was definitely starting to warm up, thee was a nice breeze - a good evening for a walk. He glanced over at his companion. "You don't mind if we walk over there, do you? I'd like to see something that isn't the inside of a ship for a while." And a walk outside would do him good, too - but he didn't want to impose on Zeetha.
"Of course not," Zeetha said. "It will be good to stretch my legs. It gets cramped on a ship, even one the size of the Amestris."
It was a different sort of rhythm, air travel, but she had gotten used to it. In actuality, you spent more time walking around on a ship than you did in the typical caravan. When Zeetha wasn't needed as a driver she had often gotten out and walked alongside the wagons, just for the exercise. However, the daily change of scenery made such travel feel less sedentary.
Ukitake nodded, and started moving them both in the direction of the place he'd chosen. "I don't mind living on ships - I did it often enough on active duty - but I'm afraid I've gotten a bit spoiled by the pleasures of city life - like nice evening walks." Indeed, he walked most of the places he could, in Bellcius. It was nice, easy exercise, so it wasn't too hard on him when he wasn't feeling well.
"Yes, I never thought I'd say it but I miss wilderness travel sometimes," she said. "Even though I know it's always better in your memory, where the bug bites don't seem quite as bad, and the monsters have already been defeated."
She followed his lead amiably, arm still linked through his.
Ukitake laughed a little at that. "You're right, I think memory does have a habit of doing that. When I look back at the survival training missions they made us do at the academy, they don't seem so bad. Preferable to wrangling a room full of politicians, for certain." Politics had never been his game, but unfortunately he seemed to end up entangled in it far too often.
"I've never liked politics," Zeetha said. People often said things like that, but her case, it had been more of a pressing life issue, considering her birth. "I wish they weren't necessary at all."
And yet, wouldn't that be what she would find herself in the middle of, should she ever manage to find her homeland again? But if she started thinking about that, she was going to get broody and ruin the mood. Right now she had a nice man on her arm, or more precisely, she was on his, and she should focus on that.
"Forget that cuss word and tell me more about yourself, Jyuushirou," she said lightly. "Tell me something I couldn't guess."
Now that was a sentiment he could behind. He was good with people - he knew that was part of the reason he'd been reassigned to the Amestris - but he hated to two-faced games politicians played with each other. "Something you'd never guess, hmm?" He pondered the question thoughtfully. There were a lot of ways to answer that, but...best start with something light. He could build up to the more serious things later. "Well, for one, I'm partially colorblind."
"You're right, I never would have guessed that," she said. She supposed having that extra sense of magic more than made up for the lack, but it still seemed unfortunate.
"Is it red or green?" she asked. "Or both?" She couldn't imagine being colorblind in the greens. The jungle had so many different shades, and it was useful to be able to note the smallest differences between leaves.
He shook his head. "Blues and purples, mostly - I can't tell them apart. Not too bad, most of the time, but it made helping with the family business hard." Not to mention the teasing from his siblings - that was a deficiency that was open for it.
"Oh right, textiles," she said, remembering. Well, at least he could see her hair color. Zeetha didn't think of herself as a vain woman, so she didn't know why she felt a little relieved at that.
"I think the life of a fighter suits you better, but I've always found cloth interesting. We didn't have a lot of textiles back home."
"I find them fascinating, but I'm at somewhat of a loss when it comes to the artistry of it." He glanced over her at again. "Fair's fair - your turn." He had to admit, it was kind of a fun way to learn about someone else - little bits and pieces that added up to a whole.
He hadn't actually been bad looking in the infirmary, but he was definitely looking better now. More cleaned up. Of course, he had really looked best on the deck, with the sun shining through his beautiful long hair which had streamed out in the wake of the magical energy created when converted his blade to its true form...
It was funny how that memory had grown on her with time. She had noticed he was nice looking from the start, but she hadn't really noticed it until recently. Oh, how good he'd look if they ever sparred, with that smile of anticipation on his face, waiting to strike at her with all his force.
Well, they wouldn't be doing any of that tonight, but perhaps, if things went well, she might get close enough to smell him. She was horribly curious how smelled. She wanted to know if he smelled sick, if that was something she could smell on him. He had said she could ask him things, but there was no way she would ever ask him that. No, you only ask a jager right out if you can smell him.
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Looking back on it, he wondered how he could have missed the fact the fact that she was a fighter. The lean muscle was even more apparent on her than it was on him, and she moved with a fighter's grace. It was the sort of thing that had always drawn his attention, and even without a blade in her hands, he knew he was going to have to be careful about staring too much.
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"A gentleman," she murmured in a tone much sweeter than her normal one. "Now you have my attention. Just where is this place we're going?"
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He grinned in reply. "I try. And it's near Solare's center - but this side of town. Not too far a walk from the airship docks."
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She would have said she was looking forward to seeing what it was, but in truth, she really didn't care where he was taking her. She was just happy to be out and about on the arm of this person who gave her such a feeling of energy. Most of it was nervous energy, yes, but it gave her a feeling of liveliness and lightness.
True, she had been a bit freaked out about his illness, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from getting to know him. The incident with Hughes, and his apparent death, had left her with the feeling that time was terribly short and precarious. You never knew what would happen, or when you might lose somebody. Whatever happiness she could find now, she wanted to seize hold of, and not let go.
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It was a different sort of rhythm, air travel, but she had gotten used to it. In actuality, you spent more time walking around on a ship than you did in the typical caravan. When Zeetha wasn't needed as a driver she had often gotten out and walked alongside the wagons, just for the exercise. However, the daily change of scenery made such travel feel less sedentary.
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She followed his lead amiably, arm still linked through his.
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And yet, wouldn't that be what she would find herself in the middle of, should she ever manage to find her homeland again? But if she started thinking about that, she was going to get broody and ruin the mood. Right now she had a nice man on her arm, or more precisely, she was on his, and she should focus on that.
"Forget that cuss word and tell me more about yourself, Jyuushirou," she said lightly. "Tell me something I couldn't guess."
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"Is it red or green?" she asked. "Or both?" She couldn't imagine being colorblind in the greens. The jungle had so many different shades, and it was useful to be able to note the smallest differences between leaves.
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"I think the life of a fighter suits you better, but I've always found cloth interesting. We didn't have a lot of textiles back home."
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