Coming Dragon Knights...?
You will shit yourself at how awful and out of character this is. Implied gay smut warning right here, guys. C: I know I said crappy crackfiction, but here's hoping you'll settle for just plain crappy fiction. xD
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Vaida had been watching them for some time now. Every time she and Umbriel passed overhead, Heath's eyes would stray from those of his company and follow the wyvern. She could see everything from so far above the mountains. If she could not spy her comrades sheltered below, she would certainly not spy the enemy. She knew the duty that had been assigned to her, and she knew it well. She would look out for the enemy from the sky, with a shield to guard her from Black Fang archers that might try to take them by surprise. But like a mother hen, she could not help but eye the green-haired rider.
As the night grew darker, cloud cover growing thicker, she could only just make out the slight shine on Heath's armor and the small, blanched tuft in his hair. The thief harassing him was easier to see with his lavender locks, although the rest of him was well-guarded against prying eyes. Heath seemed to have lost interest in her and Umbriel, so she was free to cast longer and more frequent glances in their direction without being seen in return.
Vaida scowled. Every time she turned upon the two, it appeared as though the thief stood two paces closer to her rider. She did not trust the former Black Fang. And she could see by the way Heath stood guarded against the man that neither did he. But Legault drew closer to Heath. Closer, and closer, and closer still. They were nearly close enough that Legault could make his move and assassinate the rider.
Vaida wanted to trust that Heath could see it. She wanted to believe that Heath would not be so careless. After all, she had trained him herself. Anything less than the best simply would not do. Isaac's skill with both the lance and the sword were impeccable, and Lachius had strength to rival her own. Belminade did everything with style--not only was he strong, he was handsome, too. But Heath... Heath was something altogether different. He was not notably strong, or skilled, or even handsome. But he was loyal, and he was selfless. She would never admit it, but she admired Heath.
Frustrated with the scene beneath her, she turned her gaze outwards upon the mountains once more. But if Legault really was an enemy, she would have to keep an eye on him. St. Elimine was on her side as the cloud cover grew thin and moonlight filled the night sky. Her attention flicked back to her rider and the thief plaguing him. Legault had clearly made it too close to the rider. Had she been unable to so effectively contain her emotions, her jaw might have dropped at what she saw on the ground below. Legault had locked lips with Heath--and Heath was doing nothing to resist him.
The situation quickly escalated. As Umbriel soared over them, Vaida pulled hard on his reins to turn the wyvern around and steer him in an arc about the company's wooded cover to watch the mess unfold. In the brief time that motion had withheld her watchful stare from the pair below, Heath had shed his armor. Legault's hands wandered south in time for her to catch the thief undressing her rider. With a quick flick of the wrist, Legault had jerked Heath's slacks just low enough to expose his buttocks. Heath leaned back against a pine's trunk and the thief knelt between his legs. As she saw Legault's face near Heath's loins, she pressed her lips in a scowl and jerked her attention back to the mountains.
"Loyal, hah!" she scoffed. "Umbriel, I am a fool." For the first time in years, she felt the sting of tears in her eyes.
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Vaida had been watching them for some time now. Every time she and Umbriel passed overhead, Heath's eyes would stray from those of his company and follow the wyvern. She could see everything from so far above the mountains. If she could not spy her comrades sheltered below, she would certainly not spy the enemy. She knew the duty that had been assigned to her, and she knew it well. She would look out for the enemy from the sky, with a shield to guard her from Black Fang archers that might try to take them by surprise. But like a mother hen, she could not help but eye the green-haired rider.
As the night grew darker, cloud cover growing thicker, she could only just make out the slight shine on Heath's armor and the small, blanched tuft in his hair. The thief harassing him was easier to see with his lavender locks, although the rest of him was well-guarded against prying eyes. Heath seemed to have lost interest in her and Umbriel, so she was free to cast longer and more frequent glances in their direction without being seen in return.
Vaida scowled. Every time she turned upon the two, it appeared as though the thief stood two paces closer to her rider. She did not trust the former Black Fang. And she could see by the way Heath stood guarded against the man that neither did he. But Legault drew closer to Heath. Closer, and closer, and closer still. They were nearly close enough that Legault could make his move and assassinate the rider.
Vaida wanted to trust that Heath could see it. She wanted to believe that Heath would not be so careless. After all, she had trained him herself. Anything less than the best simply would not do. Isaac's skill with both the lance and the sword were impeccable, and Lachius had strength to rival her own. Belminade did everything with style--not only was he strong, he was handsome, too. But Heath... Heath was something altogether different. He was not notably strong, or skilled, or even handsome. But he was loyal, and he was selfless. She would never admit it, but she admired Heath.
Frustrated with the scene beneath her, she turned her gaze outwards upon the mountains once more. But if Legault really was an enemy, she would have to keep an eye on him. St. Elimine was on her side as the cloud cover grew thin and moonlight filled the night sky. Her attention flicked back to her rider and the thief plaguing him. Legault had clearly made it too close to the rider. Had she been unable to so effectively contain her emotions, her jaw might have dropped at what she saw on the ground below. Legault had locked lips with Heath--and Heath was doing nothing to resist him.
The situation quickly escalated. As Umbriel soared over them, Vaida pulled hard on his reins to turn the wyvern around and steer him in an arc about the company's wooded cover to watch the mess unfold. In the brief time that motion had withheld her watchful stare from the pair below, Heath had shed his armor. Legault's hands wandered south in time for her to catch the thief undressing her rider. With a quick flick of the wrist, Legault had jerked Heath's slacks just low enough to expose his buttocks. Heath leaned back against a pine's trunk and the thief knelt between his legs. As she saw Legault's face near Heath's loins, she pressed her lips in a scowl and jerked her attention back to the mountains.
"Loyal, hah!" she scoffed. "Umbriel, I am a fool." For the first time in years, she felt the sting of tears in her eyes.