Wshh wshhh of the wind

You didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into. Twisting games with him? Were you crazy? It all just happened. On your way to exchange currency into mora on the outskirts of Fontaine, you’d realised you’d left your bag at the Fontaine city hall. Upon return, you saw the paths empty, quiet unlike when they’re littered with their usual vendors and sellers. Except..a silhouette of a figure. Also walking to the city hall.

It was just another late nighter, you thought. When getting closer, you recognised a familiar vision glowing in the darkness of the night, purple. An electro user. But..you also recognised the figures coat. Oh goodness. God must wish something upon you for doing this, you thought.

It was him. You’d seen him in Fontaine before, having bumped into him more than once. ”Is it a death wish that you ask for? Because you certainly will receive if you do not get a hold of your stature.” That’s what he’d spat at you the last time you’d met. You’d talked before so you weren’t on bad terms.

Not good terms either though.

He was just naturally rude. As you made your way behind the figure into the city hall, the figure stopped upon finally registering the presence behind him.

Out of worry, you panicked and rambled on how you’d left your bag here and that is all you came for, not wanting him to..well, smite you or something.

But when you ran past to grab the bag, you’d elbowed him on accident. Then you turned to apologise, thwacking him with your elbow again on accident at his head. He was scowling, his gloved hands at his sides as he walked to you, backing you up until you reached a low table at the wall by a large painting in the solitude of the city hall.

“For archon’s sake, Madame, do you not know how to keep yourself upright?”

“Why is it that you are everywhere I turn.” He scowled sharply, leaning over you as you’d leaned back, hands on the table behind you as the silence looked over. There was a…tension you two always had, coming out.