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any old lie will do.
What in the world am I doing, hiding like this? is what a clearly distraught Faize asks himself when he finds himself peering from behind a corner at Edge and a peacefully sleeping Lymle resting against his side, something white hot and unpleasant settling in the pit of his stomach. He clutches a clipboard tightly in hand - he had wanted to discuss something with Edge, although what exactly he had wanted to go over has been all but forgotten by now. This behavior is completely unacceptable, he shouldn't be doing this, he should -
Faize actually shrieks when Reimi discovers him, and the encounter with Lymle and Edge that follows as a result is both awkward and unpleasant. Faize storms away with an irritated, "If you'll excuse me," and he decides to hole himself up in his and Edge's shared quarters for the remainder of the evening, curled up around himself in his bed.
He still doesn't understand why he got so worked up in the first place - it's unfair to Edge, yes, but Lymle hadn't been exactly been doing anything out of the ordinary, and Edge was more than capable of handling it. He doesn't know how much later Edge comes into their room and plops down onto the bed opposite of his, folding his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling - the silence in the air is heavy, and Faize finds himself hoping Edge thinks he's asleep.
His hopes are shattered mere moments later. "Hey, Faize... uh, what was that today? You were acting a little out of the ordinary. Is everything okay?" Edge doesn't sound angry - more than anything else, there's concern apparent in his voice.
"I appreciate your concern, but I'm perfectly fine," Faize replies, his voice calm and curt. He wants to keep his back turned to Edge, but finds himself unable to, so he rolls over to face the other man. The action feels natural - it isn't rare for them to spend an inordinate amount of time talking before they drift off to sleep at night. You lose a sense of time, when you're flying through the galaxy. "I simply do not approve of Lymle's childish behavior. Honestly... "
"You do realize Lymle is a child, right?" Edge cuts him off, raising an eyebrow. The expression on Faize's face turns to one of mild embarrassment, and a frown tugs at his lips.
"She shouldn't have been disturbing you."
Edge is quiet, mulling over the situation in his mind. Sure, he would have preferred that Lymle sleep in her own room, but it really wasn't that big of a deal. He doesn't know why Faize, of all people, would get so bent out of shape it. Somewhere in the midst of attempting to work it out, a light bulb goes off in his head. He could be wrong, but the possibility won't leave his mind, and he's prepared to risk looking like a complete idiot to see if he's right.
"Faize, you weren't... jealous, were you?" Edge sounds skeptical, but the evidence is starting to add up, and he knows Faize wouldn't act out for no reason at all. This manages to get a rise out of the Eldarian, much to Edge's amusement.
"Jealous? Edge, please, don't be ridiculous. I am quite certain that I am above such... such inane behavior."
"Hm." Edge rolls over on his side to face Faize at the other end of the room and smiles knowingly, causing Faize to frown deeper and avert his gaze.
"Faize." Edge sounds kind, much too fond, and Faize flinches. "Come here."
"Pardon?"
"You heard me." Faize looks startled, but he has no real reason to deny the captain's orders, so he scrambles up from his position on the bed and walks over to the edge of Edge's, feeling more than a little awkward.
"... Yes?"
Edge reaches out to grab his hand, and before Faize can even react, Edge is pulling him down onto the bed with him in one clumsy motion. Faize falls across his chest with an "oof!" and Edge laughs lightly, attempting to roll over so that they're in a more comfortable position - he draws an arm around Faize and pulls him closer, so that Faize's head ends up nestled in Edge's shoulder.
"You could have just asked, you know."
Faize glances up, face an interesting shade of red and heart beating erratically, and he's about to argue because this is inappropriate and it makes me no better than Lymle, but then he realizes that Edge is as warm as he looks. He relaxes slightly, muscles unwinding, and sighs against Edge's shoulder, the sound muffled.
"W-Well. I suppose I will, next time."
Faize actually shrieks when Reimi discovers him, and the encounter with Lymle and Edge that follows as a result is both awkward and unpleasant. Faize storms away with an irritated, "If you'll excuse me," and he decides to hole himself up in his and Edge's shared quarters for the remainder of the evening, curled up around himself in his bed.
He still doesn't understand why he got so worked up in the first place - it's unfair to Edge, yes, but Lymle hadn't been exactly been doing anything out of the ordinary, and Edge was more than capable of handling it. He doesn't know how much later Edge comes into their room and plops down onto the bed opposite of his, folding his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling - the silence in the air is heavy, and Faize finds himself hoping Edge thinks he's asleep.
His hopes are shattered mere moments later. "Hey, Faize... uh, what was that today? You were acting a little out of the ordinary. Is everything okay?" Edge doesn't sound angry - more than anything else, there's concern apparent in his voice.
"I appreciate your concern, but I'm perfectly fine," Faize replies, his voice calm and curt. He wants to keep his back turned to Edge, but finds himself unable to, so he rolls over to face the other man. The action feels natural - it isn't rare for them to spend an inordinate amount of time talking before they drift off to sleep at night. You lose a sense of time, when you're flying through the galaxy. "I simply do not approve of Lymle's childish behavior. Honestly... "
"You do realize Lymle is a child, right?" Edge cuts him off, raising an eyebrow. The expression on Faize's face turns to one of mild embarrassment, and a frown tugs at his lips.
"She shouldn't have been disturbing you."
Edge is quiet, mulling over the situation in his mind. Sure, he would have preferred that Lymle sleep in her own room, but it really wasn't that big of a deal. He doesn't know why Faize, of all people, would get so bent out of shape it. Somewhere in the midst of attempting to work it out, a light bulb goes off in his head. He could be wrong, but the possibility won't leave his mind, and he's prepared to risk looking like a complete idiot to see if he's right.
"Faize, you weren't... jealous, were you?" Edge sounds skeptical, but the evidence is starting to add up, and he knows Faize wouldn't act out for no reason at all. This manages to get a rise out of the Eldarian, much to Edge's amusement.
"Jealous? Edge, please, don't be ridiculous. I am quite certain that I am above such... such inane behavior."
"Hm." Edge rolls over on his side to face Faize at the other end of the room and smiles knowingly, causing Faize to frown deeper and avert his gaze.
"Faize." Edge sounds kind, much too fond, and Faize flinches. "Come here."
"Pardon?"
"You heard me." Faize looks startled, but he has no real reason to deny the captain's orders, so he scrambles up from his position on the bed and walks over to the edge of Edge's, feeling more than a little awkward.
"... Yes?"
Edge reaches out to grab his hand, and before Faize can even react, Edge is pulling him down onto the bed with him in one clumsy motion. Faize falls across his chest with an "oof!" and Edge laughs lightly, attempting to roll over so that they're in a more comfortable position - he draws an arm around Faize and pulls him closer, so that Faize's head ends up nestled in Edge's shoulder.
"You could have just asked, you know."
Faize glances up, face an interesting shade of red and heart beating erratically, and he's about to argue because this is inappropriate and it makes me no better than Lymle, but then he realizes that Edge is as warm as he looks. He relaxes slightly, muscles unwinding, and sighs against Edge's shoulder, the sound muffled.
"W-Well. I suppose I will, next time."
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i love cuddling when it doesn't take an established relationship to happen (not that i don't like it then... but......), it's one of my favorite things .///.
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