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His darling reached into her pocket smoothly and pulled from it a tiny circlet of black metal, which she held to the light before placing it gently on her new husband's left ring finger. It was cold, but not physically; it bore the feeling of her reiatsu, just as her ring bore the heated presence of his own power. Her hands felt the that way as well, with rougher texture compared to the soft, unblemished hands he knew long ago, but it was so nostalgic that the red captain had to pull his own dexterous digits away from hers for fear of being lost in memory. Memory was never as important as present happenings, he justified, though the hypocrisy was apparent immediately. To make it less noticeable (though he knew it wouldn't work), Fefnir held the hand up so he could look at the pristine metallic ring symbolic of their union. He had never been one for social conventions, but he knew there was some kind of rule about which hand the ring was worn on, but figured Amie knew what she was doing when she put it on him and trusted that she'd gotten it right. It was kind of a stupid thing to worry about, really, and inconsequential when compared to the meaning of the ring itself, but it was the little things that could get you in trouble. Besides, he wanted it to be abundantly clear that he was taken by this wonderful, beautiful, amazing woman.
Amie eyes spoke to Fefnir, filling the space where words could not tread. This has gone beyond reunion, it informed, We're making a spectacle of ourselves. He answered with a look of his own, roughly equating to Just a little longer, my dear. We'll be done with the socialite treatment in a few moments, and then we can go and do whatever you'd like. The red man felt her rest herself lightly against his chest, and he sealed it with a light kiss to the top of her head and a hand wrapped lightly around her shoulders. It was... nice. Nice to have someone there again, and to feel loved. So much so that he almost completely ignored Yuki's interplay with Amie, responding only a bit dully to the offered zanpokuto and putting them absently on his belt when prompted to take them.
He offered more of the same inattentiveness to the man who appeared nearby, a criminal who Fefnir had been kind enough to pardon in his younger days but the older version could not bring himself to actually forgive for his defection. The were on good terms, albeit strained by long periods of separation and, more recently, the captivity of Ezru's wife, another defect he was not much a fan of. He did, of course, give him a few words of greeting before focusing on the interplay of his warm energy and the chilled aura of his lover again.
But something felt a bit off.
In working as a soldier, you learn to trust your instincts and pay attention to what they tell you. When you're being watched, for example, it's not rare at all to 'feel' it. Normally, it comes with a slightly higher state of alert, but this time, it wasn't really so. The red man could feel eyes on his back, but it felt like whoever they belonged to wasn't much of a threat. It was just like a small child paying attention but not comprehending the situation, which was odd, since there weren't any kids around except for the girl who up and stabbed some guy from the other soul society, and she was the exception. It was intriguing enough that Fef turned to look, and what did he spy? That same guy with the faggoty hearts on his pants, sitting at the bar and staring at him, quite an achievement seeing as he'd just had his kidneys removed. It wasn't even like he'd left and come back, he'd just sat down at the bar, got up, walked to the door, and made a second entrance after having a huge gash torn in him. Note to self... the Squad 1 captain thought, If you run into that guy, overkill is the only way to go. He can walk off grievous wounds without actually reacting to it. It looked like he might have been talking to himself too, like some nutcase. Maybe he was just that drunk or something? Whatever the reason, it was creepy and rather stalker-esque, especially since he couldn't think of a reason why someone would be staring at him. The next logical step? The bleeding stalker was staring at his wife. Subtly, he shifted them to put his back between his darling and the creep and flared his spiritual pressure a little, making it just that much bigger, even though the guy seemed to be no real threat.
The red captain leaned down to whisper to Amie, his crimson hair hanging lightly like a screen around them, his arm gently squeezing her in a partial hug. "Whaddaya say we get out of here now, eh?" He whispered softly to her, gently giving her the choice, "I'm as sick of being a sideshow as you are,"
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Whoever writes in BLOOD,
_____Does not want to be READ
____________But LEARNED by HEART...
Whoever writes in BLOOD,
_____Does not want to be READ
____________But LEARNED by HEART...
