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[finalfayth]

Character(s): Jecht, Meg, guards...
Content: The two decide to blow this popsicle stand, and head out to the land of permasunny.
Setting: Jecht's place → Joutenheim
Time: How can you tell? It's snow o'clock pm.
Warnings: Shirtless Jecht, and shameless flirting I suspect.

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[therightcurves]

In stark contrast to Jecht, Meg hadn't packed a thing -- the truth was, she didn't have anything to pack to begin with. With the exception of the very heavy, very fluffy cloak she was presently wrapped up in, that is.

"Don't suppose you'll be putting on a shirt?" she asked, coming up from the hallway to join him. Despite the easy teasing, there was a note of affection in her voice and her violet eyes were warm. Under the cloak, her hands curled into fists, however. This was more than just a little vacation get-away for her.

Hades was watching her...always. But she'd be damned before she gave up this little slice of happiness. Having given up one too many times, Megara decided to take her future in her own hands. Maybe Jecht was corrupting her after all.

[finalfayth]

"Huh?" her question caught him off guard. He stood there for a moment, thinking it over. "I guess it's probably chilly out there, huh?" he walked over to the cloest, and swung it open. When they'd scaled mount Gagazet on the pilgrimage, he could recall a night or two where more layers would definitely have been welcomed.

When he emerged again into view, he was wrapping a scarf around his neck, and nodding. Somehow this seemed like a suitable choice. "All right, let's get outta here," he pumped a fist and flashed her a grin, heading towards the door and swinging it open, a gust of cold wind rushing in.

[therightcurves]

She blinked, staring dead-pan at Jecht's solution to warming up. After a moment, she chuckled quietly and shook her head. Typical Jecht. The warm feeling inside her heart at the sight was simply affection, of course...nothing like love. The very idea.

Her thought process was interrupted rudely by a freezing blast. "Sweet Ceres! How can it be so cold!" she gasped, immediately going behind Jecht to let his big body take most of the damage.

[finalfayth]

Jecht grunted, trudging forward into what was looking more like a frozen wasteland than the city of Paixao. "If this is the best they can throw at us these days, they're in for a rude awakening!" he shouted into the wind. He reached behind in to take Meg by the hand and began to blaze the trail. "C'mon, warm sands and the blazin' hot sun are waitin' for us!"

[therightcurves]

"Ugh," she could merely groan in response. Times like this, she really wished there was something like a heated chariot or something. He really expected them to trudge through this weather all the way to another floor? Still, his hand wrapped around her hand was warm and comforting, rough to the touch though it was. Using her free hand to grasp her cloak even more tightly closed, she watched his craggy profile was they walked.

Even now, a part of her still wanted to wrench her hand away and go disappearing into the snow, away from him. What if she got hurt again? What if he got hurt? She couldn't tell what Hades might be thinking of her relationship with Jecht, but she'd bet her last drachma it wasn't anything good. Anything that made her happy was bad in Hades' book.