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In truth, none of this had been in his plans.
But then again, he had not accounted for her.
Claire Farron, Lightning.
A Kingsglaive of Lucis, by simple affiliation—his enemy. Yet…
Well, Ravus supposes he is broken somewhere inside. His attraction to this warrior goddess wasn’t built in normal interactions; it was built with every fight they engaged in together—every time they locked blades. The spark in her eyes—as bright and destructive as her namesake—would rip through him each time he was close enough to see it.
He didn’t even care that most of their fights ended in a draw.
It was only coincidence that he kept intercepting that false King and his friends; to be honest, he couldn’t give a description of them to anyone. From the moment he heard her weapon slide free from its holster at the back of her thighs, he wasn’t focused on anyone but her.
“This is getting a little ridiculous, Ravus,” she speaks as they encounter one another once again. The Lucis prince and his friends are tied up with some of the magitek men.
“I have no idea what you mean,” Ravus argued as he sidestepped her kick and brought his fist, back facing, into her chest. It knocked her back, but she recovered in her usual showy way. Flipping out of the reach of his weapon.
“It’s a game of cat and mouse,” she countered as she struck, literally running underneath his sword, and forcing him to give ground with a practiced swipe at his midsection. “Neither of us take the obvious openings that would end it.”
“And what openings would those be?” Ravus questioned as he snapped his leg out in a sharp kick aimed for her stomach. She tightened her core and trapped his leg between her hip and her arm; before he could pull free, she shoved upwards on his leg while holding tight. He was, unfortunately, not as flexible as she was. The discomfort of the angle caused him to fall. Before he could get up, she was there. Her blade pressed against his throat, her foot on his chest.
Her smirk was answer enough, but the raised eyebrow was just pushing it. He huffed.
“Why don’t you just come with us?” She asked.
“You know why I cannot.”
“Right,” Lightning snorted. “Your sister, who has divine transport, is somehow being held captive by the empire while roaming free among people who would gladly hide her.” The sarcasm was dripping from her tone.
“She would be safe with us,” the prince’s voice broke through their conversation. Lightning looked over at him; Ravus knocked her sword away with his magitek prosthetic; then, he twisted around her leg, bringing her to the ground with him.
Before he could stand, Lightning wrapped her legs around his, trapping him once again. The placement of foot in a potentially devastating location caused him to pause in any thoughts of escape. Her eyes also arrested him as she looked at him.
“Ravus,” she said. Her tone shifting into something else, something he had never heard. “You know she will be safe with us. Just leave them behind.” Ravus studied her eyes and he realized what was in her tone and her gaze.
Fondness.
It was enough to weaken him.
He nodded.
The beautiful but small smile that stretched across her lips was enough to push the happy ‘whooping’ of that idiot’s friends into background noise.