[It is A-OK! But I'm ultra rusty it's been literal Years so bear with me...]
The few opportunities Filia is able to be pampered by anyone are ones she'll grab by the reins. A life more like this was what she wanted instead of the chaos she's saddled with now. At least somehow Felih was among the Scions she could tolerate for an extended period.
"What can I say? It's all part o' life I lead, not worth getting fussy over." It was true, that it was just her life. Now and always. But she didn't mind his concern if it meant this brief reprieve she has could let her actually relax for some time. Gods know she had let herself go as of late, between all the thoughts in her head and all the fights thrown in her way, what time did she have anymore to do but the bare minimum of making sure she's presentable. May as well have someone else do it if they're willing. Especially given the eternally calloused, injured or otherwise messed up hands of Filia, Warrior of Light, wielder of all manner of rough close-range weaponry save axes.
"Well, if you insist. And you do realize you're allowed to call me Fi as well?" She was never more thankful for her old nickname than when she met a certain Antecedent who's name is a bit to close to hers that she'd rather not consider at this time. Even just the thought of that one makes Fi tense.
Felih manages a soft laugh. "Fi, then. And of course I insist, you of all folk probably deserve the pampering more than any of us," he says, before pulling out some of his tools, the usual things to tend to claws and nails and cuticles. He focuses on massaging her hands first, though, trying to ensure all the complex muscles are healed and relaxed through the firm presses and rubs of his fingers, healing aether sinking into the flesh.
"Besides, it gives me something to do on the slow days. When folk aren't sick or wounded, there isn't as much here for me to do aside from craft more for you all- and even then, I've outfitted so many of you by now, even that supply of distraction is running thin. Though, I suppose there's always cooking," he laughs, massaging at her wrist as well for a while before he lays out a towel and sets her hand upon it, beginning his work tidying up her nails and skin- a proper manicure.
"What about you? When you're not off saving the world, there must be something you do to pass time."
With how meticulous Felih was, it felt like such a shame some circumstance or another would quickly ruin his work by propelling her into another fight. Regardless of that, Fi would make the most of this. He gets a gentle laugh out of her. It was true that despite whatever negative thoughts clouded her mind with uncharacteristic insecurity, she needed this.
"You are always running around helping and healing folk, eh? Me, well, I'm not one for spell casting." Not that she doesn't do the same in the end. How Felih chooses to run his life isn't much of her concern, despite her words, but she'll reap the benefits.
The idea of free time stumped her. It felt like so long since she last had any of it. It even took her a moment to come up with a response, playing off her hesitation with a thoughtful hum.
"I was once part of Ul'dah's Weaver's guild," Perhaps not the best thing to remember as her tone dropped, but she continued. "And I used to sing in my younger days." Before a rock took control of my life, sits in the back of her mind. "Still do, in fact. Have quite a talent, I say." One she felt a genuine thrill about from the subtle yet noticeable positive shift in her voice. They call her the Dragoonsong.
it's no problem!! i was busy dying bc of irl stuff too, i don't mind ;u;
Felih laughs a little as he continues his work, massaging her hands and wrists, before getting to work on tidying up and tending her nails. "Well, it gives me something to do. There are few places that are in no need of a healer, unfortunately," he says simply, "And I'd rather heal where I can. Though my magics can easily rend enemies asunder, I find myself better suited to aiding those already wounded."
But as she recounts her old hobbies, his ears perk up considerably, tail suddenly puffing up as he grinned. "A fellow songbird? I would be glad to hear you sing sometime. I used to make my coin singing, before I found myself swept up here," he says with a laugh. "And I do like to weave, myself. To make mine own attire saves me some trouble, and it makes sure I always wear something flattering." He purrs, vain as ever, always concerned about his looks.
"Well, if you've the talent for it," Fi's inflection implied the end of the statement, 'You may as well put it to use.' Talent for healing, or her talent for melee or her destructive reign in battle otherwise. Such is life.
Her posture shifts slightly, from the minor slouch she had at mention of her regretful past with the Weaver's Guild to an upright confidence, at his reference to his last means of earning being singing. It was a life she once lead, one she knew well. She smiled at the common ground but her pose was the preface of a woman about to issue a challenge.
"What a coincidence, I used to do the same. Lucrative enough, it was for me. " 'Fact, I gave the lot I sang for the best show they'd ever seen." She is grinning quite a bit, speaking as if it should be common knowledge how good she was. "More than a few folks said so themselves. Wouldn't mind showin' it off again." She added just to reinforce the point. Maybe not everything needed to be said as a challenge, but it made things more fun.
I just finished two hell weeks for finals OTL but now I'm free again!
Felih grins then. "Agreed- may as well make use of the gifts we have. No point in letting things go to waste- not when you never know how much longer you'll be able to make use of them."
When he notes the small challenge in her words, though, a little purr kicks up in his chest, tail wiggling playfully as he continues his work on her nails. "Is that so~? Well, if that's the case, we ought to both give them a show one of these days. Lift the spirits, get everyone carousing. See who can get the most up and dancing," he says.
"I know the lucrative business of performing- sometimes I miss it. Mayhaps we could have fun with it together again."
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The few opportunities Filia is able to be pampered by anyone are ones she'll grab by the reins. A life more like this was what she wanted instead of the chaos she's saddled with now. At least somehow Felih was among the Scions she could tolerate for an extended period.
"What can I say? It's all part o' life I lead, not worth getting fussy over." It was true, that it was just her life. Now and always. But she didn't mind his concern if it meant this brief reprieve she has could let her actually relax for some time. Gods know she had let herself go as of late, between all the thoughts in her head and all the fights thrown in her way, what time did she have anymore to do but the bare minimum of making sure she's presentable. May as well have someone else do it if they're willing. Especially given the eternally calloused, injured or otherwise messed up hands of Filia, Warrior of Light, wielder of all manner of rough close-range weaponry save axes.
"Well, if you insist. And you do realize you're allowed to call me Fi as well?" She was never more thankful for her old nickname than when she met a certain Antecedent who's name is a bit to close to hers that she'd rather not consider at this time. Even just the thought of that one makes Fi tense.
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"Besides, it gives me something to do on the slow days. When folk aren't sick or wounded, there isn't as much here for me to do aside from craft more for you all- and even then, I've outfitted so many of you by now, even that supply of distraction is running thin. Though, I suppose there's always cooking," he laughs, massaging at her wrist as well for a while before he lays out a towel and sets her hand upon it, beginning his work tidying up her nails and skin- a proper manicure.
"What about you? When you're not off saving the world, there must be something you do to pass time."
sorry for the wait ;_;
"You are always running around helping and healing folk, eh? Me, well, I'm not one for spell casting." Not that she doesn't do the same in the end. How Felih chooses to run his life isn't much of her concern, despite her words, but she'll reap the benefits.
The idea of free time stumped her. It felt like so long since she last had any of it. It even took her a moment to come up with a response, playing off her hesitation with a thoughtful hum.
"I was once part of Ul'dah's Weaver's guild," Perhaps not the best thing to remember as her tone dropped, but she continued. "And I used to sing in my younger days." Before a rock took control of my life, sits in the back of her mind. "Still do, in fact. Have quite a talent, I say." One she felt a genuine thrill about from the subtle yet noticeable positive shift in her voice.
They call her the Dragoonsong.it's no problem!! i was busy dying bc of irl stuff too, i don't mind ;u;
But as she recounts her old hobbies, his ears perk up considerably, tail suddenly puffing up as he grinned. "A fellow songbird? I would be glad to hear you sing sometime. I used to make my coin singing, before I found myself swept up here," he says with a laugh. "And I do like to weave, myself. To make mine own attire saves me some trouble, and it makes sure I always wear something flattering." He purrs, vain as ever, always concerned about his looks.
irl is a butt
Her posture shifts slightly, from the minor slouch she had at mention of her regretful past with the Weaver's Guild to an upright confidence, at his reference to his last means of earning being singing. It was a life she once lead, one she knew well. She smiled at the common ground but her pose was the preface of a woman about to issue a challenge.
"What a coincidence, I used to do the same. Lucrative enough, it was for me. " 'Fact, I gave the lot I sang for the best show they'd ever seen." She is grinning quite a bit, speaking as if it should be common knowledge how good she was. "More than a few folks said so themselves. Wouldn't mind showin' it off again." She added just to reinforce the point. Maybe not everything needed to be said as a challenge, but it made things more fun.
I just finished two hell weeks for finals OTL but now I'm free again!
When he notes the small challenge in her words, though, a little purr kicks up in his chest, tail wiggling playfully as he continues his work on her nails. "Is that so~? Well, if that's the case, we ought to both give them a show one of these days. Lift the spirits, get everyone carousing. See who can get the most up and dancing," he says.
"I know the lucrative business of performing- sometimes I miss it. Mayhaps we could have fun with it together again."