“My only fear is that I might awaken in my bed destined to live a common life once again.”
There was something about gathering your closest friends and sitting them down around a campfire in the middle of no where. It brought out the deep questions and the even deeper answers.
“What’s your biggest fear?” Was asked.
Jayley watched as Lafeyette fiddled with the ring on her finger, twisting it as she mulled over her answer with a great intensity. No one wanted to answer it. Who would? They all knew they were wolves here. Weakness was not so easily shown to people known to be simply awful.
Lafeyette was the first to answer though, proving once again to be the bravest of them all in all her softness, “My only fear is that I might awaken in my bed destined to live a common life once again.”
That memory rang clear in Jayley’s head as she drowned in the scent of burning flesh and the cries of agony. It was so simple yet so distinct. Jayley would never forget it, and for some reason it was at the forefront of her mind right now.
They weren’t the marrying type. That’s what they’ve always said, insisting through tight smiles and awkward fidgeting.
So it came to no one’s surprise that the heartbeat after they whispered “I do.”, they gathered their things and friends, and took off to a land where everything was new. Not just their married life. Amidst long chocobo cart rides, meeting interesting people and submerging themselves in a completely different culture, they found comfort. Or at least Jayley did.
There was no comfort to be found in this very moment, though. Not as they stood in a field of flames and death, caught up in the midst of a war they never belonged to. The memory of them all gathered around a campfire, sharing stories and comfortable silence was distant among the bloodshed they now found themselves up to their knees in. She longed to return to that like a child longs for the biggest sweet in the shop.
She could see it in Lafeyette’s eyes as the woman frantically packed a gaping wound in the man on the ground before her. She was trying to piece together the exact mistake that lead them to this point. Later, Jayley would recall the memory and decide that Lafeyette was gorgeous when covered in the blood of others. If there was a later to speak of, that is. For now, the encroaching warriors with weapons held at the ready drew her attention. A slow exhale escape her as she grasped her own blades, placing herself between them and the working doctor.
“Jayley, no. We… we have to go. We should go.” Lafeyette speaks quickly and only half-heartedly as she continues to triage the man before her.
“Ifs we leaves nows, ya won’ts stops lookin’s backs fors him.” Her tail flicked towards the man Lafeyette tended to, “Finish. I’lls holds thems offs.”
Jayley cast a glance over her shoulder, a toothy grin splitting her face, “Ya shoulds haves knowns nothin’s woulds be ordinarys whens ya marrieds me. We ares the uncommon, Princess. We don’ts do wha’ we shoulds. This is ours life. We gots this. Nows be quicks abouts its.”
Jayley always did love the feel of blades clashing together.