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Staring was, in all honesty, expected.
Bast knows that scar is even more distracting and horrible than the one
on his face; the few who have seen it and lived to remember have all had
something to say about it. It seems Destiney is no different. Basteaux
sighs in a sort of uncomfortable resignation and crosses his arms over
his bare chest.

“Normally I prefer to take care of such things in entirely out of the
way places, or at times when I’m unlikely to be disturbed. But when one
has had dealings with morbols, suddenly the need for a bath becomes
paramount.” He catches her eye and shrugs slightly. “At least it’s only
you.”

For most anyone else, ‘it’s only you’ would be an insult. Coming from
Basteaux, however, it’s more like a gift of praise. It’s an indication
of his lowered guard and a blatant mark of… well, trust.

Dest wanted to comment on that ‘it’s only you’ but she had a feeling he didn’t mean it badly. Basteaux was prickly most times and it had taken her time to earn even a little of his trust. There was no way she was going to set things back now by asking about the scar. Even if curiosity was killing her.

“I promise not to turn around if you want to get dressed. Before I do something stupid or ask a stupid question.” She tugs her boots off and sits down at the edge of the water, putting her feet in. She didn’t really care if her tights got wet, they would dry quicker then the rest of her gear anyways. “A friend once told me that scars are the tale of something that tried to kill us and failed. That we proved we were stronger then whatever wanted us dead. That they aren’t something to be ashamed of.”

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“I’ve little doubt.” The words were sincere. With Destiney thus
occupied at the river, Bast moves to at least locate his trousers. It’s
something of a quandary as to how to put them on: his skin is still wet,
making putting clothing on both difficult and uncomfortable, but in
order to dry off he would need to remove the towel from around his
waist.

The only option at this point was to wait until he air
dried. Bast pulled his hair over his shoulder and squeezed some of the
moisture out of it. “If I may ask, what does bring you out this way?”

Dest sighed as she rubbed her hands over her face. She didn’t hear the rustle of clothing. Which could only mean he wasn’t dressing. But regardless she didn’t turn around to look because she knew her face was probably still very red. She shook the remaining water droplets from her hands as she stood up.

“I was feeling restless and in need of a walk. I figured I would wander over this way because water is calming. I really hadn’t expected to find you here and…” She coughs and scratches her cheek lightly, still facing away from him so that she wouldn’t be as tempted to touch or stare. “Find you bathing. I really do apologize. I mean I do tend to just randomly find you most of the time anyways. So why not today.” She laughs softly and shrugs. Finally glancing over her shoulder slightly to at least see where he was. Eyes catching sight of the scarring again. It felt like she couldn’t help but be drawn to it.

“Oops”

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The river wended its way through the forest like a particularly wiggly snake, interrupted occasionally by a waterfall, a fallen tree, or an interesting set of rapids. Basteaux usually preferred to make camp nearby to the river if only for the sake of convenience. It was a convenience he had decided to take advantage of on such a warm late afternoon.

Having thoroughly cleansed himself of the lingering taint of morbol slime, Basteaux left the powerful crash of the waterfall and swam to the edge of the deep little pool. His clothes were folded neatly on a rock, his strong bow and full quiver resting beside them. Atop his pile of clothes was a towel that he used to dry his face and give his hair a rough tousle.

The sound of rustling in the underbrush saw him hastily tie the towel around his hips and lunge for the bow, nocking and drawing an arrow in one quick and smooth motion. A moment later and he recognized the person who had intruded upon him. He lowered the bow. “Oh. It’s you.”

He seemed vaguely perturbed, but otherwise unconcerned to be found almost entirely in the nude. His long, dripping hair hung loose around his shoulders, but perhaps the most striking thing about his appearance was the large sunburst of scarring on his left side and over part of his abdomen. Its tendrils crackled like lines of white lightning over his dusky skin. Making no move to cover himself further, Basteaux set the bow down again beside his clothes. “You have an uncanny knack for showing up in the most surprising of places.”

Destiney nearly took a step back as the first thing she saw was a arrow trained on her. Finally taking a moment to sigh in relief when she caught sight of who it was and he lowered that arrow. Her hand came to rest over her heart at the brief moment of fright. Thinking maybe she had stumbled across a bandit on accident.

Now that she finally had a true moment to focus… Oh boy. Her cheeks were bright red and her mouth dropped open for a moment as she stared at Basteaux’s mostly nude form. Mentally she had to chide herself for staring like she was. So impolite. Yet she couldn’t help it. Between the magnitude of the scarring on his body and just in general seeing so much of his dusky skin without clothing. Of course her imagination was already trying to picture him without the towel. She literally was about to slap herself for it. Bast was her friend and he had treated her like a sister the last time they had met. She didn’t need to be thinking of him like that.

Besides what had caused that extensive scarring… There was an urge to reach out and touch that scar. A need to ask about it. Yet she was unsure. The odds were high that he would get defensive or walk away. Last thing she wanted was to make him angry with her. It was all so very frustrating. So she forced a smile as she looked towards the water then rather at him any longer before her mouth could put her in hot water. She could still feel her cheeks burning. “Sorry… I really don’t mean to do it. It just happens.”

Argh! Why did he have to look so good even with the scars… Dest finally sighs and walks over to kneel next to the river so she could splash some cold water on her face.

Hercules: Favourite instrument?

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“Well… I guess that depends if you are asking about my favorite to play or to listen to. I’m not very good at playing an instrument though I know the basics with a small harp. Leon taught me. My favorite to listen to are string instruments. Harps and violins. Certain Duskwights…” Dest laughs softly. “Have given me a reason to fall in love with those sounds. They were so good at coaxing such gorgeous music from those instruments. I could listen to them play all day. Leon and Basteaux are very good musicians. Even if Bast doesn’t think he is.”

(Thanks for asking, @kibuto An I just had to mention your Basty. >:D So @duskrecluse for mentions.)

Ö (from either one of the boys she’s met ♥)

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“Riski?” She laughs brightly before giving a warm smile. “What isn’t there to like? But if I had to pick merely one thing?” She puts a finger to her chin in thought. Walking slowly around the other elezen, a mischievous smile on her lips now. Pausing behind him before she wraps her arms around one his left arm in a hug and laughs. “Your smile of course! It brightens my day to see it.”

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Destiney taps her fingers against the tree as she stands there watching. Silently musing upon the answer she wants to give. Watching the man with his skilled fingers that could make such wonderful music. Moving a different kind of bow across a string. “Those hands of yours, Basteaux. Fingers that can coax beautiful music or bring death to bandits. Not that I don’t enjoy other parts of your appearance. Yet it takes skill to do those things. That is my favorite part though.”

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Destiney took notice of that silent tear, simply choosing to lean against him. A silent offer of support and shared sorrow. The person was different yet the pain was similar. She knew all too well the feelings he was talking about. Only for her it wasn’t a sibling but her own father.

“All we can do is believe that they are watching over us and forgive us for being young and foolish. That they realize how much we loved them despite not getting one last chance to tell them.” She fiddled with the edge of a sleeve on her jacket. “And in time… Learn to forgive ourselves.”

“I was so angry with my parents when they sent me to Ishgard so they could join the fighting against the Garleans. I never told either of them that I loved them when I left. My father died in that fighting. For a long time I never forgave myself for it. I blamed myself for it. Yet I know that is not what he would have wanted. It took me a long time to realize it. He would have been ashamed of the things I did but he still would have loved me because that is what family should do.” She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes. “Yet at times I still wish I could have that second chance to say it. I wish I could say it gets easier. But no two people handle things exactly the same way. All I can do is offer to be here for you. As someone who understands.”

“She forgave me,” Basteaux says with a frustrated huff of a sigh. “She knew that… she knew that she was dying, so she wrote to me. How cruel to forever have that final word without allowing the other time to respond.” He swipes the back of his hand across this face to dash away the rogue teardrops.

“It’s not precisely my fault she died, and yet… I already have enough blood on my hands, I can’t help but feel responsible for what befell her, as well.” He looks down at his hands: calloused and strong with long, nimble fingers. “I’m sorry to hear of your father,” he adds awkwardly, unsure what else to say. Is there some additional socially acceptable thing to go along with condolences? Still unsure, Bast reaches over to give Destiney’s hair another little ruffle. It’s something he used to do with his little brother, a silent gesture of affection.

More hair ruffles?! Destiney repressed the urge to squeak in surprise as a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. Not that she had any intention of asking him not to do so. It was… Nice. She was enjoying the feeling of having someone show her the kind of affection she had always doted on her brother as kids. For once not having to be the bigger sibling.

“Sounds like she knew you loved her. Even if you would never get the chance to say it. At least she had a chance to say goodbye even if it wasn’t in the best way possible. I was glad for that chance with Leon. A chance I never got with my father. Death… Well seven hells Death sucks. No way to put that nicely. We just do what we can to grieve and find a way to push forward. We’ll always miss them though eventually the grief gets a little easier. They wouldn’t want us to mope forever. I know my father wouldn’t want that. Archer or Healer. As long as I’m moving forward, I’m sure he’s happy. I’m sure your sister would want you to be happy too once you’ve had time to mourn her loss.”

Destiney watches with an amused smile as Daisy lightly dances through the air, just barely skimming over the water nearby. “There is more to life then sorrow and pain. All we have to do is find what helps to make our hearts a little bit lighter. The pain a little less wicked. Sometimes it is complex and sometimes it is something simple. It just takes a little time to mourn and then find what makes our hearts crave something better again. Such as a warm sunny meadow filled with the gentle sounds of a harp.”

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Destiney took notice of that silent tear, simply choosing to lean against him. A silent offer of support and shared sorrow. The person was different yet the pain was similar. She knew all too well the feelings he was talking about. Only for her it wasn’t a sibling but her own father.

“All we can do is believe that they are watching over us and forgive us for being young and foolish. That they realize how much we loved them despite not getting one last chance to tell them.” She fiddled with the edge of a sleeve on her jacket. “And in time… Learn to forgive ourselves.”

“I was so angry with my parents when they sent me to Ishgard so they could join the fighting against the Garleans. I never told either of them that I loved them when I left. My father died in that fighting. For a long time I never forgave myself for it. I blamed myself for it. Yet I know that is not what he would have wanted. It took me a long time to realize it. He would have been ashamed of the things I did but he still would have loved me because that is what family should do.” She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes. “Yet at times I still wish I could have that second chance to say it. I wish I could say it gets easier. But no two people handle things exactly the same way. All I can do is offer to be here for you. As someone who understands.”