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
Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Zeetha was also unaccountably nervous. Of course, she too had been in her share of relationships and one night stands, but it had been several years since her last relationship, and one night stands seemed to have lost their appeal to her
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Ukitake laughed a little, still not entirely over his nervousness, but the smile he gave her was warm. "Military service drills that into you pretty quickly, I find." He couldn't help but take a look at Zeetha. She looked...well, fantastic, really, but the last time he'd seen her in person, it was that night in the infirmary, and he had been halfway to looking like a drowned rat himself, so it wasn't hard to go up from there. Still, he was glad he had taken the time to get dressed up.
There was a brief, awkward pause, and then he spoke again. "So - shall we head out, then?"
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"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
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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's mouth curled up into a smile. She gave his arm a little squeeze. They only took you to their favorite places if they really liked you, right? After all...then you'd know where to find them.
The evening light was turning purplish blue and the low breeze tugged the long ends of her hair. It was pleasant being out, at the close of the day, heading back to the ship, which was home after all.
"I don't think I have a favorite place," she said, mentally discounting Skifander, accepting it as a place not relevant to her current life. She hadn't realized that until just then, her favorite times on the main continent had all been spent traveling.
Jyuushirou laughed slightly - with no trace of cough or his earlier illness. "Perhaps we can share, then. I sometimes think I have too many - it seems like every place becomes a new home to me." He gave her a smile and a small glance. "I take it you don't stay settled long anywhere?"
Zeetha felt that warm electric stomach-flipping lift that made her think something was changing in her life. It was as intense as the sudden rushes of adrenaline one felt when in danger, that the world was possibly about to change in a really terrifying way, you were going to lose a limb, or your life, or someone you cared about. But this kind of change gave you the opposite things, an unexpected sword to protect your back, the addition of someone to care about, the promise of new memories in new places. A companion to travel and share with, and maybe more
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Jyuushirou could feel a warmth pool in his stomach that was maybe the drinks they'd been having and maybe that smile she had given him, and most likely a little of both. Either way, though, it was a good feeling, reflecting itself in the smile he returned.
"I suppose I am - I've been accused of being too trusting in the past." It was hard for him not to see the good in everyone, though. Even when he'd been hurt by it a few times. And making friends made it easier to fit in - a coping mechanism for his weaknesses. But he did genuinely like people.
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There was a brief, awkward pause, and then he spoke again. "So - shall we head out, then?"
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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 ( ... )
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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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The evening light was turning purplish blue and the low breeze tugged the long ends of her hair. It was pleasant being out, at the close of the day, heading back to the ship, which was home after all.
"I don't think I have a favorite place," she said, mentally discounting Skifander, accepting it as a place not relevant to her current life. She hadn't realized that until just then, her favorite times on the main continent had all been spent traveling.
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"I suppose I am - I've been accused of being too trusting in the past." It was hard for him not to see the good in everyone, though. Even when he'd been hurt by it a few times. And making friends made it easier to fit in - a coping mechanism for his weaknesses. But he did genuinely like people.
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