We've Gotta Stop Meeting Like This. (Fang//Closed)

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
”I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!”

Head was shaken to the side as he said he was still standing, like it or not he did have a point, he was still standing. That had earned a tiny bit of her respect for him back…not much though, she liked those that were stubborn. Hands were still on her hips as she looked at him, sass and spitfire in every line of her body, almost a challenge, but she decided not to push her luck, he would probably just try to kiss her again.

She outright laughed when he said she was going to dinner and apologize to him. “You won’t be getting an apology from me love, when I find cause to hit somebody I don’t feel bad I did it.” She pursed her lips and thought about whether or not she should accept the dinner invitation. She hadn’t ever really gone out to dinner with anyone in her life, as confident with herself as she was. While her peers had been dating, getting married and settling down to raise their own family she had been spending hours preparing herself for her focus, building her strength and stamina fighting with her lance.

She did wish she could remember what their focus had been. She remembered having their focus, but the part in her brain that held the memory of what their focus had actually been and all of that part was wiped out, almost as if it had been erased. That’s what made her the angriest, if she could just figure it out! That would make her life so much simpler right now…if she could just remember damn it!

She just raised her eyebrow when he said they had a thing going. He must still be loopy in the head from her punch, they didn’t have anything going, they had met twice now, she had hit him that many times. Besides, even if she wanted to, she couldn’t have anything to do with him, her life wasn’t exactly what you call normal, other then the fact that she was over 500 years old, she could have a focus once again at any time, meaning she would either be turned into a cie’th or a crystal for eternal life. She had no future except battle after battle, and if she survived that she couldn’t survive the fury of the fal’cie forever, she would have to answer to them, as much as she hated the thought.

Trying to forget, she just stared at him as he went on about how she could have died and liking her true colors. Walking up to him, she showed him she wasn’t afraid of anything he could dish out, but also that she was treating him as an equal. “Alright then, I’ll humor you and go to dinner…don’t blame me if something bad happens.” Cocking her head she crossed her arms, “Your to stubborn to quit hmm? Well I can respect that.” With that she turned and stalked off a few feet, “You had better take me somewhere nice for trying to maul my face off.”

[Angeal Hewley]

His head still shaken heavily, Angeal got a bit of her last sentences and they were exactly what he wanted to hear. ''Hm, something bad? Nah, I have pretty much seen every bad scenario that can spring from a date'', he said laughing and rubbing his head. He began to walk behind her, taking in her image, how could so much power be crammed into one, petite frame like her's? Shaped just like a bottle (preferably of the Coke Variety). ''Oh, I damn near get my block knocked off, and I mauled your face off'', he said laughing his way to her side. ''And as for taking you somewhere nice? You're the one who is from the world, I can guess somewhere but I promise nothing'', Angeal took a few faster steps to get a better view of where they were.

He spotted a place with a gold neon sign, maybe they were a bit ill dressed for it, but it looked nice enough, as this was what she required he would choose this place. Angeal smiled to himself and slowed down back to her side so he could let her know where they were going. Taking his hand from his side he motioned for his lady friend that they were going there. ''Let's go here, Le.....Beaux.....Arbre, hm? Looks nice enough, then again the golden lights might just me my mind playing tricks on me, ya know a girl hit me in the face twice on the street and I might not be seeing straight'', he didn't look back at her when he said this to let her know it was still on his mind in a joking manner.

He looked back at her, she looked sort of like a lady who would want to sit outside whilst eating (no offense). Walking his way to the front desk, he calmly smiled and looked the attendant in the eye. ''One table for two, preferably outside please'', the waiter just stared at him, apparently a large man in black armor with a large sword on his back and a long white wing clinging at his shoulder. Angeal realized it was still out and within a few seconds it receded into his shoulder as a smile was still on his face.

''Um, right this way sir. Sorry for the wait'', the waiter said nervously and pulled two menu's from the little desk at which he was sitting.

Angeal turned back to look at Fang, and rubbed his head with a grin on his face with his arm casually pointing towards the path that the Waiter had taken in a ''After You'' fashion. Hopefully the table would accommodate her and her needs. As the waiter showed them their table it was a quaint table outside guarded from the regular street by a black fence which was just low enough to hop over. The table had a black clothe over it and a couple of candles on it and really had a romantic feel, which at this point Fang might not have liked.

(I'm tired of making my fonts smaller, because it makes my posts look SO inferior compared to yours XD)

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
”I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!”

Fang looked over her shoulder to see if he was coming and raised her brow when she saw him looking her up and down. It didn’t bother her in the least, in fact she put a little extra swish in her hips. She looked at the place where she had hit him so hard, a little red; all in all it didn’t look to bad, at least not yet. How he had stayed on his feet and actually survived that was beyond her. She smiled, “Damn right you almost got it knocked off.” She glanced around her before looking at him and frankly speaking, “I’m not from this world either so your guess is as good as mine.” After that she walked softly, footsteps not making a sound as she gracefully floated down the sidewalk they were walking on. Restaurants, shops, it was all foreign to her, all she knew was what it had been like 500 years previously in Gran Pulse.

Green eyes followed is hand motion to a place that seemed quite fancy. She raised her brow, never actually going to a place that was quite this fancy. She actually smiled when he said a girl had hit him in the face twice. “Looks pretty fancy love.” Glancing around quickly, she raised her brow and looked around wearily. She felt her skin crawl from being around the Cocoon members, vipers, all of them. They looked innocent enough, but she knew better then that. She knew as soon as they knew she was a Pulse l’cie they would try to kill her, not that they would get very far. She acted natural, walked in with Angeal and stood by his side, body poised with a graceful beauty.

She looked around with that same devil may care attitude, but inside she was as coiled as a cat, just waiting for something to happen. Her life had never been easy, but that had just prepared her for what she had had to go through. She had that attitude that just breathed confidence, she knew she looked good, and she stood tall and strait, beautiful green eyes finally settling on the waiter. He seemed nervous, pitiful Cocoon members. She was getting the feeling of being trapped and enclosed, like she was in a cage. She was relived when Angeal said that they would like to be seated outside, she wouldn’t be enclosed, besides, she loved the outdoors. (lol your right about the outdoor thing! x) )

When he pointed in the you first fashion she nodded and smirked, “Finally being a gentleman?” but she stepped out calmly and made her way after the waiter, body swaying. She really wasn’t picky, she had said that as a joke, she hadn’t ever gone anywhere this nice to eat in her life. She seated herself calmly and looked at the candles lit on the table. He did beat all…so she decided not to push the issue of the candles, let him be romantic if he wanted to. Looking around at the nice area they were in she felt her body relax a bit. Eyes became softer and she smiled for real, “This is really nice. We don’t…didn’t…have restaurants like this at home.” She caught herself and said didn’t, remembering it had been 500 years since she had been there alive. Things could have changed, maybe they had just as nice of stuff as Cocoon did now.

[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal worried that his supply of cash wasn't sufficient enough for this place, But he thought worse come to worse, they could always just hop the fence after eating. She seemed adventurous enough after all. He pulled out his own chair and took a seat with a flopping sound. He pulled a small menu from the table and began to read from the small brochure shaped piece of paper which seemed to be laminated. ''Huh, me a gentleman? Naw I'm just a savage, cold blooded warrior is all'', he said sarcastically as he read deeper into the menu and decided on what he wanted. Angeal rubbed his chin and began to pop his knuckles waiting for the waiter to come back for their orders.

Of course Angeal caught on to her stuttering and looked up at her inquisitively. ''Where are you from again?'', he asked remembering that she had never really told him where she was from because both times they had met, either they were fighting, or he was being punched in the face.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
”I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!”

Fang glanced around one more time, senses tingling from being out in the open so close to the vipers of Cocoon. She wondered how Vanille was fairing, damn PSICOM for showing up when they had been in that plant. But she tried to relax and picked up the menu as Angeal had, looking down at it and wondering what to get. She glanced up at him as he said a cold blooded warrior sarcastically. “Keep your pants on, I was joking.” She spoke lightly, before deciding on what she was going to get. As she set down her menu and took a drink of the water that was in front of her she studied him before making a fist of her hand under the table and loosing the kinks from it.

She looked at him steadily as he asked where she was from. “I didn’t tell you.” She said quietly, green eyes settling on the nervous waiter. He should be coming back any time now to take their order. “My home is a place those from around here think of as beneath them, inferior…it is not.” She said quietly, “My home is Gran Pulse.” She said calmly, the buzz of people talking around her made it so no one paid attention to her. still weary though, Immediately her mind was thinking of ways to get away if anyone around her had somehow heard her tell him that.

Somehow things didn’t seem right, but maybe she was just paranoid, usually when she thought things weren’t right however they weren’t. She would stay though, She’d be damned if she would leave now. “So love, how’s your head treat’n ya?”

[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal placed his finger to his chin to sort of stimulate his thinking on what he wanted to eat while half-listening to Fang and what she was telling him about her home world. He was taking in as much as he could without losing concentration on Fang and what she was saying to him.

''There are those who see us SOLDIER as superior, and those who see us as monsters for the deeds we perform'', he said still looking in the menu. ''And then their are SOLDIER like myself, completely desensitized and detached from human sentiment'', he continued as he looked up with his mako infused eyes meeting with her own vibrant blues. Indeed Angeal was a bit too emotionless for some, but Fang knew the hardship of a battle, and she knew that emotions on the battle field meant death. Angeal let his emotions conflict with his duty once and it cost him his life.

''My head is just fine from your 'sucker punch', and trust I can take many more'', he said sort of killing any mood he would have created with his dialog about emotions.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!

Green eyes clashed with blue as he spoke of being detached in battle. Easier said then done, and yet looking into his eyes she decided he was telling the truth. She herself knew the feeling, every emotion had to be put to the side if you were going to make it through battle. Eyes pulled away and dropped down to the menu once more as she mulled over what he had said. Yes it was true that the battle field was no place for emotions. And yet if you were human at all you could not help showing emotions in your life. Not that she knew much about being human anymore, other then Vanille she hadn’t been close to anyone since she had been turned into a l’cie.

“True, battle is no place for emotions. My best friend thinks I’m hard, callused because of that same thing, at least on the battle field. I suppose I am, it’s just what I had to do to survive…adapt. People like us don’t get a chance to be human much do we?” She mused out loud to herself and to him both. The restaurant was nice, music played and she felt her muscles relaxing despite herself. Maybe she should stop being so concerned about PSICOM popping up at any time. Obviously they couldn’t hold a candle to their powers as l’cie.

It was unfair that the fal’cie had picked them, but what in life was fair? She didn’t mind so much about herself, she was stubborn enough to make it though most anything. Really it was Vanille that made her angry about being a l’cie. Why did a sweet kid like her get chosen? She had always been troubled with that thought. Really she was always saddened when she looked at Vanille and knew that she probably would never be able to lead a normal life. Many times she had wanted to confront the fal’cie, power or no power and either kill them or be killed. Really was it worse to die then have to do another focus? And yet she went on, she had to, there was no other way. Their clocks ticked on.

She glanced up as the waiter came and took their orders. Fang told him what she wanted before handing him her menu. She took a drink of water while he asked Angeal what he wanted. She continued to study him, wondering a little more about him.

[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal paused briefly before speaking to the waiter and telling him his order, he ordered a large piece of beef, customary to his kind. He needed the protein if he wanted to function as a warrior, or so he was told. Which to him suggested that he was nothing more than a monster, one who was driven for the kill, and maybe that was all he was. He looked back at her and sudden became lost in her eyes, they were much like his, except sweeter and gentler, but he had been stricken by this women, she was anything but gentle. He found himself staring at her for longer than he was sure either of them would have liked. Still it was kind of nice to have his eyes do the talking for him, they told her stories about himself if she was willing to look and not see just a fighter for he was much more.

He didn't want to but he pulled himself from his trance, he saw a woman who fought with solidarity in what she loved. Nothing shook her, not even him, and he liked that in her. He could take pride in letting her fight alongside him, and even the fact that she was self sufficient, she did not need him to be her knight in shining armor, for she was no damsel in distress. As a matter of fact she had helped him stay alive in their little skirmish with that sorceress when he took a bad hit. Quietly he had already thought about what their relationship would be like if it blossomed into something more, no doubt a constant power struggle, but of course a woman who could take control to him was sexy.

''So..... Boyfriend? I would hate for someone to see you with a me and hit me over the head with a beer bottle, cause then I have to kill them'', he said laughing but meaning every word of it. ''I know a few guys are courting a wonderful lady like yourself'', he said leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of water.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!

Fang’s lance leaned up against the back of her chair. Was that what the waiter was so nervous about? It made her eyebrow rise as she watched the fidgety way he took the order and then scurried away. Some inner sense cautioned her to be careful; she shouldn’t be here, in the midst of Cocoon citizens. They would all die if PSICOM showed up. Those boys didn’t have any problem with wiping out everyone, and it made her nervous that there were children in the midst of the restaurant if something bad did happen. And nothing good ever happened with her around. It was somewhat fun actually, she thrived off fighting, she had to or else she would have died long ago on Pulse. Gran Pulse had a way of either making you strong or breaking you.

She wasn’t sure what to do with this whole…Angeal subject either. Reality was that she shouldn’t have stopped, getting cozy with anyone wasn’t smart, and she of all people knew that. Still, it felt nice, maybe for once it wouldn’t be all that bad being around someone. Her life just seemed to bring more destruction then most people could handle, although Angeal seemed extremely sufficient when it came to fighting and handling bad situations. She glanced back up to see that Angeal was watching her. She didn’t feel weird about it, she was confident enough to look right back without so much as a thought. She was a no nonsense sort of woman, so no embarrassment or giggly school girl would be found in her.

Plus she really liked his eyes, such an interesting shade. She watched him with the same intensity he was looking at her in. Just the fact that she was here sitting across the table was saying something. She usually didn’t have time for anyone except Vanille. So there was something to that. She smiled faintly when he asked about a boyfriend. “Hmmm, nope, believe me, guys that I’ve known are pretty weak, they don’t find the whole, ‘everyone is trying to kill me’ thing appealing.” That was said with a definite smile, “You just might be the first guy ever to not care about that actually.” She remembered the time when she had been on Pulse as a young girl, 500 years previous. It seemed like forever ago, and it was, although she hadn’t been conscious for the 500 years. “How about you? Are you going to tell me you have a wife and 12 kids at home waiting for you?”

Gaze was once again drawn to the waiter, was he just jumpy in everyday life? She looked at the faces around her before scanning the fence that lined the tables around them. She could easily escape if anything came her way. That would be better then just watching as they took out all the people sitting around her. Though she tried to be heartless she couldn’t fathom the idea of children being killed just for a shot to take her out, end the ‘scary Pulse l’cie’ from going on a rampage.

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Muse: medium
Notes: nope

[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal adjusted his ice in his glass by moving his straw around briskly, he listened to her response about having a boyfriend. He was glad to hear, not that he was interested or anything, because in his line of work any weak link would be exploited by the enemy, although he was sure she could handle it. Still the thought of putting this young lady in danger nagged at the back of his mind incessantly. He definitely did not want to get attached and then die again and leave her behind, he couldn't put her through that. But the thoughts of what a life with a woman away from the whistling of blades and bangs of muzzle fire would be like. Having children's laughter wake you up instead of the explosion of a grenade of the call to arms that all good SOLDIER must obey.

He took a sip while she spoke about guys not liking her because of her constant danger, but honestly because of the life that Angeal had led up until this point it really wouldn't be much of a difference. As a matter of fact he could appreciate that she was still beautiful and looked like she had never been in battle. He face much like that of an angel, and her skin as smooth as silk, yet she was fierce and powerful. A guy who was afraid of that aspect of her life truthfully did not deserve her. Not that he himself did, but he could deal with her lifestyle as it was and still is his own.

He took another large gulp of his water before her next remark about kids and a wife waiting for him. As a reflex he spat his water in disbelief and began laughing at the thought, how absurd. ''Hell no, Kids? Me? No, no, no. I couldn't deal with them, I'm too um.... Brash for that, a complete lack of patience when it comes to that kind of stuff'', he said wiping where the water splashed his pants. He looked back in her face and resisted the nerve to get lost in her eyes again. Even though she seemed to do the same last time.

''A few moments ago, were you staring into my eyes just like I was into yours?'', he asked. He never was one to let a question linger.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!

Taking a sip of her own water, green eyes turned from studying those around her to focus on the man across from her. She hadn’t met anyone quite as tall as he was in her lifetime that was a human. It interested her, his strength, she was impressed…something that often was not the case. That might be the reason she had actually accepted the outing, the fact that he had stood up to her was something. She actually enjoyed meeting someone that was an equal in every way. He wasn’t intimidated by her and could view her as just…a woman, not a l’cie, although of course he didn’t know that, so maybe he would view her like everyone else did if he knew. A thing to be destroyed. Not that she minded, hell, it was a challenge, but of course there was Vanille. Knowing how much Vanille didn’t want to go through with their focus killed her a little bit inside. Though most thought it, she wasn’t as heartless as people thought she was. She would die before she let anyone hurt Vanille, physically or emotionally.

She was finding she could like this man if her situation was different. Of course, it wasn’t, but that was beside the point. She knew full well that she couldn’t and wouldn’t get involved with anyone to the point where she actually viewed them as close to her. That was dangerous, getting emotionally attached. And she didn’t need any more danger, not physical danger, that she was fine with, but she had already lost everything except Vanille, growing close enough to someone else was bad because then she would start thinking unrealistically. That in itself would dull her sense, make her doubt herself and be worried for someone other then herself.

When he exploded about not having kids she chuckled before putting a hand under her chin and raising her brow, “Well then, apparently the thought has never even entered you’re mind?” She, like every young woman, had once pictured herself with a husband, a home and children running around, quite possibly because her family had been killed when she was very young. Still, that dream was far from reality now, and it was going to stay that way. “Not altogether that surprising being that you’re a male.” Now don’t think she was going to get into one of those male/female debates, her point was only that men never seemed to think it an option that they might actually have children.

She had figured him for a no nonsense, strait to the point person, and although she shouldn’t be, she was surprised when he came right out and asked. She was no coy little female, batting her eyes and giggling, so she just told him like it was the same as he had done asking her. “Can you blame me? I still can’t remember ever seeing eyes quite so blue before, they’re easy on the eyes.” Lifting her drink, she glanced at him over the glass and then sat it back down. “Ok so how did you get so…strait to the point? Is that just a SOLDIER thing?”

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Muse: so so
Notes: none

[Angeal Hewley]

He never really knew that his eyes attracted attention of others, as a matter of fact he saw his eyes as weird, a plague really. But she said his eyes were something that she liked? That in itself was weird, but whatever floated her boat he supposed. ''A SOLDIER thing? Nah, I just don't like beating around the bush, because when you do what I do and you beat around the bush a lot of things go un-said when you eventually die '', he explained leaning and propping his chin in his hands just as he had done, he allowed the space to thin out so it looked like their intents were sensual and loving when they both knew nothing of the sort was going to happen. Of course unless his eyes could raise from her a little more than just a stare, but he doubted it could.

''SOLDIER does contribute to a lot of my traits though, my lack of discretion, my cut throat no nonsense business demeanor. Geez now I sound like I'm pitching myself as a product to you'', he chuckled looking into her eyes again, damn, she was gorgeous. Angeal's thoughts wandered to when their food might get there but then he went back to the lady in front of him. ''So.... How do you manage to stay so beautiful and radiant but fight with such skill and prowess'', he asked, this question had been nagging at his mind at his mind from the moment he laid eyes on her.

Needless to say he noticed her scent as close as they were, she had the scent of a very beautified woman. His mako enhanced senses could pick her pungency from across a crowded room of people. But at this point he was certain that it was only because he had become enamored with her. Which hitherto was thought to be impossible, women never were his forte, he just ran through them as if they were play things, simply because his job prohibited him from making an emotional connection with any of them, but he did make physical connections with them. He was ashamed of this part of his past though, after all he was somewhat human, he did want some for of consistency.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!

She weighed what he had said, but found that she had to agree. Not saying things just led to everyone not knowing what you were thinking. A lot was buried if you did that, never to be talked about. She herself was direct, getting right to the heart of the matter was smart. “That’s a morbid way of putting it, ending with death, but still, you’re thinking seems to match my own in many ways.” She watched with curiosity as he leaned closer and watched her again. She was well aware of what it looked like, the thing was, he was intelligent and so he knew the obvious. Besides, they were from different worlds, different lives, although much the same in some aspects. It was easy to fall into the snare of thinking that if you wanted to, you could have whatever life, with whomever, and it would work out fine. That was the way Vanille thought, but she did not.

She could not. The day she thought that way was the day she would loose focus on what she needed to think about. Loosing focus in her situation meant death, or worse, becoming a cie’th. Out of the two options she would rather die, but l‘cie rarely got what they wanted in life. She was after all, a slave to the fal’cie, as much as she hated admitting that, she would without holding back. That was what one who looked at reality did. Still, the thought rankled; being a mere pet to the fal’cie was not something that set easy within her. She would tear them all down before she let them turn Vanille into a cie’th.

She found herself laughing along with him as he told her all her traits. “Quoite the product too, I’m afraid you’re too big to fit in my pocket though.” She went along with him. His next question startled her, though she chose not to show it. Eyes looked beyond him to look off into the distance. “Flattery isn’t gonna get you anywhere love, but I’ll take the compliment.” Bringing her hands together to rest under her chin, she turned her eyes back at him. “I learned to fight because I needed to do that to stay alive in the world I grew up in. My world isn’t like this one, its harsh, wild, and unyielding, you either get strong or you die, it weeds out the weak. Now as you’ve asked about my ‘beauty’ as regards to my fighting skills, I guess I would have to say that I’ve stayed unmarred because my skills in the field outweigh anyone or anything else’s abilities, though I really see no correlation between the two. Quite possibly its just luck that I never caught a blow that scarred my body up in some way.”

That was when the waiter came up, eyes skittering between the two as he laid the food down by each of them. Catching his eye, she nodded, and then caught his gaze at her right shoulder. Damn she said in her mind, would he make the connection between her scorched brand and her being a l’cie? She studied him closely as he nodded, turned around and ran off. Something told her they had better eat quickly. “Ok so what gave you the motivation to learn to fight like you do?”

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Muse: good
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[Angeal Hewley]

Flattery? This was never his strong suit, as he rarely paid any attention to the aesthetics of a woman, but this woman's aesthetics wasn't what caught his eyes, it was her natural state, no make up, no jewelry, she was what she was in a basic form. ''Flattery? No, I just much rely on words to do things that I can do with actions. Actions speak louder, right?'', he said as he pushed his meal aside, the food for thought that they were having was enough to sustain him. ''And trust me, there was no motivation, I was engineered this way, In the womb. My mother's fertilized fetus was experimented on, and many moons later, I was spat out, he said poking his fork at the dead meat in the porcelain slab in front of him. He never knew the whimsical fortune of childhood, he was always a warrior, other kids played in sand boxes, while he trekked through deserts. They played with action figures while HE was the person the action figures were modeled after, he was born a fighter.

''I will not say my world was harder than yours because much like you and I they both seem to be equally dangerous. And they have made us both hard, but then we have to remember, there is always that one person who calms our waters, ya know'', he said suggesting that no matter how many battles they go through, love will definitely be the enemy that nobody can defeat. (Corny, but true)''Only two opportunities at peace await a warrior, those are death, and love. And given the opportunity one may constitute the other'', he said. Angeal was never one for philosophy, but this was philosophy learned from war, from pain and battle. ''I don't think I'll be dying any time soon, so I think I'll give this whole love thing a shot......eventually'', he say cutting a piece of the steak and eating it.

''How's about you?'', he asked chewing.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!

Nodding, Fang picked up her fork and took a bite from her meal, chewing as she listened to what Angeal had to say. Swallowing, she nodded, “Yes, actions do speak louder, although just from the short amount of time I’ve known you I would paint you as a man of fewer words then most.” Yes he was talking to her, but when it came right down to it, she believed he didn’t enjoy talking if he could put words into actions. She raised a brow at how he explained his beginning. Somehow she believed that he was telling the truth, about being experimented on even while in the womb. After thinking about that she realized she didn’t have much to complain about in her childhood, at least her family had been…well, caring and she hadn’t been an experiment, even if they had died when she was at a very young age. “No motivation whatsoever? No childhood hero?”

She lifted her water to take another drink. “Amen to that, I’m sure every world has its challenges.” She shrugged, “What is love really though?” She herself thought most people that were ‘in love’ did not know what the true meaning of the word is. “Most that seem to think they know don’t really.” She herself would not profess to know what love really was. The only person she could remember loving other then her deceased family was Vanille, and she was pretty sure that was not who he was talking about.

She raised her brow when he asked her what her opinions were. “Maybe. To be honest I haven’t thought about that since I was a little girl dreaming of her future, which believe me, was a long time ago.” Wetting her lips subconsciously Fang thought about the possibility. “But then again who knows, someday I might actually have the circumstances for the luxury of obtaining love. Right now it isn’t possible, so it’s a waste of time hoping in something that could not be reality right?”

The thought made her somewhat quiet, just thinking. She had always pushed away anyone other then Vanille that she had gotten close to, simply for the reason that getting close to anyone would tear her apart. Anyone could die, including herself, and that would just lead to emotional, which she couldn’t afford to be. “Maybe once my life get less…hunted, I might give it a shot, it all sounds fine and dandy, having someone that cares for you enough to actually feel bad if you’re life was to end.” She pulled her eyebrows down when she thought about it, "So what brought this conversation on?"

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Muse: so so
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