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Lightning Farron. An independent woman. A rare name unspoken. The l'Cie who defies her fate. Her life is now told anew. She is a fugitive who will always stand her ground. "How I LIVE is up to ME." A Lightning Farron roleplay blog.
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boywiththeboomerang:

Hope was waiting for Lightning in her house. He sat down in a chair in her living room while he waited. He sighed looking down at the ground completely bored. When he heard a click from the door his head shot up looking at the door, as Lightning walked in. When she finally noticed him sitting there confused, he didn’t know what exactly to say. 


"Uh, hey Lightning…" He said scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Welcome home."
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"You took my words; it should be the other way around," the soldier prolonged her gaze at her young brother-figure, her lips curving upwards into a small smirk. As the heavy boots glided across her hardwood floor, she didn’t hesitate to pat the silver strands that she purposely touched.

"I presume you just broke into my place?"

vanilleofdeath:

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"Well… i-if a bad person comes to kill you…" She said, reasoning herself to the thought of thieves, robbers, or even monsters coming to swallow Lightning’s life. Any harm presented to the soldier would do more than wreck the pulsian’s expression —she would be devastated and scarred.

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"Of course I would be worried."

The soldier raised one palm in front of the shorter girl’s terrified facial expression, her lips curving downwards as brows curled lightly. The solitude and distant appearance of the rosette had only made her stern and slightly irritated.

"Don’t be," her lips only brought two words as a return of an answer, hinting that her sarcastic attitude had disappeared completely. There was no absolute way she had been harmed emotionally or physically during work. Sure, sweat and loss of breath was the cause, but it was surely a part of her everyday warm-ups at the headquarters. Once she heard Vanille’s words, she didn’t want her to worry. To her point, she didn’t want to be treated like a fragile child. This only made her annoyed - a little.

With only a few steps away from walking close to her door, she twisted the knob and pushed it in support of her gloved hand. She sighed in relief, leaving the door closed once she settled inside her small home. Roaming her eyes across the living room, a familiar figure grew upon blue gems.

"Hope?"

vanilleofdeath:

A little squeak pipped up from Vanille’s lips, the contact forcing her head to bob back. Accompanying that small drawback did she withdrew her arms, her hands now planting on her forehead from the small stinging sensation. The redhead then look back up to the soldier’s face.

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"But… I really did missed you..! I thought something bad happened…"

"And what reason would I be harmed in some way?" the soldier held a confident appearance, crossing her arms against her chest blandly.

The pulsian should be aware that the rosette herself had been occupied harshly at work, and undoubtedly, she had spent time with Serah at least twice a week. Of course, she wouldn’t allow someone like Vanille to cease from seeing each other. It was only the matter of time she’d see her as of now.

msprincesscircle:

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"Ah… yeah, that doesn’t sound like a whole lot of fun. I’m sorry sis. You want me to make you something you can take with you then? I don’t want you to go without eating…"

"Lunch would be fine. You’ve done more than enough; you know I can handle the busy schedule."

vanilleofdeath:

The redhead’s emerald orbs narrowed until they were shut tight by her eyelids. Not longer did Vanille leaned in to wrap her arms around the soldier’s waist, basking herself in the tall woman’s warmth. She withdrew a bit to allow herself to speak.

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"I just… missed you, Light."

For as much as the words she received had processed quickly into her subconscious, the rosette wasn’t sure how to react especially when someone like Vanille would dare to keep a close, body contact. Though she didn’t mind, the edge of her lips curved automatically. How strange..

Lightning responded with a playful flick of the smaller girl’s forehead, a sarcastic edge emerging from her tone, “Don’t go crying on me now.”

msprincesscircle:

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"What? What’s wrong?"

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"Overtime. I’m forced to train one of the rookies at the Guardian Corps HQ tonight. Because of that, I’ll have to miss dinner."

vanilleofdeath: -leans in to peck your lips-

The soldier could no longer react once she found another’s lips pressing against her own. She was just about to beat up the person who had done so until she saw the flustered expression of the pulsian.

"Everything okay?"

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