Come back to this blog after forever, find out former rp partner deleted their blog, just like that. Goes to show you how much they cared for their character tbh. Carely not sentimental either.
'I don't think I want you to be leaving for a few weeks as soon as I get back.' :|
Olivier sighed, she wasn’t happy about it either but work was work and there was nothing she could do about it. “I know, I don’t like it either but a few weeks should pass quickly enough and in the meanwhile, Josh can get to spend time with his grandparents unless you want me to leave him with you?”
Maybe he should be used to this by now, or maybe not. Whatever the case, Miles was a little stunned that Olivier was so… happy to see him. It was sweet, even if sweetness wasn’t something she normally possessed. He couldn’t help but feel very touched.
A smile stretched across his lips when she spoke. Being in Ishval for such a long time had made him miss her. Even though closeness between two soldiers was dangerous, that for many reasons, Miles wasn’t able to help the fact she, of course, played a huge part in his life. Without her in it, then Miles’ days would be filled with emptiness.
Miles squeezed her affectionately, his childish manner starting to get the better of him. It was funny how over the years of them being together, Olivier had grown to enjoy embraces from him.
‘How’s the Fort been holding up in my absence?’ He queried, distancing themselves a little so he could see her. Placing his thumb and finger at her chin, Miles smiled wider. ‘Hopefully it hasn’t been too boring without me.’
Holding him as tightly as she had, she wasn’t just ready yet to let go even if the two of them had been locked in the embrace for what seemed like several minutes, if not more. Maybe it was because this time he had been away longer than ever before and she had missed him ever so much.
It was silly, she knew.
Showing this rather clingy side to him and acting like a little child who was once again reunited with their parent but she was neither a child, nor did she care if it was silly. This was Olivier the fearless warrior of the North who took no shit from anyone. Right then, she was Olivier the wife, the wife who had missed her husband dearly after being separated from him physically for several months.
She exhaled loudly, her chin rubbing against the warmth of his navy blues. A smile of her own still held on her lips. He really has made a sap out of her, hadn’t he? A sap who adored embraces almost as much as he had when he first insisted on getting them from her. The affectionate squeeze made her let out a little happy exhale then and she pulled away from her resting place on his chest and looked into those loving crimson hues. “You and your embraces, don’t you dare say a thing about this. The fort’s been just as fine as always, nothing new to share really but you should tell me how things are going in Ishval.” Olivier than pulled away, took his hand and guided him to the sofa in her office, seating herself beside him and crossing her legs. “Tell me everything.”
‘I’m glad you asked, but I would have done this anyway.’
Olivier was instantly absorbed in his warm, inviting embrace. One she had missed ever so much and though she may not have said so aloud just asking for it was a step forward from how she was with him ages ago. He really had changed her when it came to showing affection and readily accepting it as well.
The petite blonde dressed in her heavy overcoat soon wrapped her arms around his waist, their height difference making it so her head could easily rest against his chest and it was one of the things she adored about her tall and very well built partner. “I wouldn’t doubt it.” She soon murmured with a trace of a smile playing across fully rosy lips. She inhaled deeply, his familiar scent filling her sense of smell and making her smile. She really had missed him, more than she could have imagined and she didn’t have to say a thing because words were meaningless right then.
"Mmm, good you agree. Now, how about a hug from the husband I haven’t seen in forever?"
‘You have no competition on me.’
"Pffft, you wish, soldier boy."
Two-hand Processional Sword
- Dated: 1573
- Culture: German
- Medium: Steel, wood, velvet
- Measurements: L. 77 in. (195.5 cm); W. 20 7/8 in. (53 cm); Depth 8¼ in. (21 cm); Wt. 10 lb. 4 oz. (4653 g)
The sword was carried by the guard of Duke Julius of Brunswick.