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[January 7] Final Fantasy Brave Exvius - Spoils
Title: Spoils
Day/Prompt: January 7/And all my veins pump blood into my throat
Fandom: Final Fantasy Brave Exvius
Character/Pairing: Duane, Lasswell
Rating/Warning(s): AA, blood
Word Count: 200
Summary: After battle, a few drops of blood.
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Duane moved quickly to Lasswell's side, sure that the others were distracted with gathering materials and bounty-bits from the pack of monsters they'd just finished off. He was bleeding, as he'd needed to be. It was not a deep wound, but it seemed wasteful nonetheless not to offer a few drops to Lasswell. Nobody was looking...
Or at least they weren't looking to see Duane offering his wrist and Lasswell, a haunted expression on his face, leaning quick to accept. Duane said nothing, and Lasswell did not linger. The chatter of the others should have covered up the pounding of his heart that he could feel in his throat, but...
"Thank you," Lasswell murmured as he licked his lips clean.
Sometimes, there was further murmuring about how Duane didn't need to use all of his skills, as if that would stop him from doing what he could. He knew that the group cared about him, which was strange enough unto itself, and all he could ever think to do was care for them back.
That meant using the skills he had, and that meant his blood.
Besides, the small moments he got with Lasswell were always worth it.
"You're welcome."
Day/Prompt: January 7/And all my veins pump blood into my throat
Fandom: Final Fantasy Brave Exvius
Character/Pairing: Duane, Lasswell
Rating/Warning(s): AA, blood
Word Count: 200
Summary: After battle, a few drops of blood.
--
Duane moved quickly to Lasswell's side, sure that the others were distracted with gathering materials and bounty-bits from the pack of monsters they'd just finished off. He was bleeding, as he'd needed to be. It was not a deep wound, but it seemed wasteful nonetheless not to offer a few drops to Lasswell. Nobody was looking...
Or at least they weren't looking to see Duane offering his wrist and Lasswell, a haunted expression on his face, leaning quick to accept. Duane said nothing, and Lasswell did not linger. The chatter of the others should have covered up the pounding of his heart that he could feel in his throat, but...
"Thank you," Lasswell murmured as he licked his lips clean.
Sometimes, there was further murmuring about how Duane didn't need to use all of his skills, as if that would stop him from doing what he could. He knew that the group cared about him, which was strange enough unto itself, and all he could ever think to do was care for them back.
That meant using the skills he had, and that meant his blood.
Besides, the small moments he got with Lasswell were always worth it.
"You're welcome."