Clothes…right. It wasn’t something you had needed to think about often. Usually, you were wearing a uniform, and the only question then was whether you should roll up the middle. Questions like <span class="mu-i">what should I wear today</span> was something you’d often considered stupid girl shit like your younger sister quibbled over. Not a question worth thinking about. Even at university, it was the same. What should you wear? Your cadet uniform. No question. Uniform when up, your skin in the bath or shower (good thing your section was closed off to men), pajamas in bed.
…This was different, though. You were going to meet somebody today, at the capital’s central train station. Somebody you hadn’t seen in a while.
Your boyfriend. Magnus Edelschwert. Officer in the Netillian Army rather than the country you’re in, but one you’d been around a decent amount of time. Long enough to like him. <span class="mu-i">Really</span> like him. Like you hadn’t liked a guy in a long time.
You’d met him while you were over in Ellowie on a mission with Richter- the guy who you were the retinue of (cute, hot burned face, fun dancer, but not your type). Nephew of your adopted father, and once upon a time, before you actually met him, the man you thought you’d marry like a prince in a fairy tale. Now you’re like his big sister. It’s complicated. You’d met Edelschwert over in Ellowie, where once upon a time, your mother had come from (you were an Ellowian, ethnically), and you’d hated his guts once. That had changed. The last you’d seen him was at Richter’s marriage ceremony, where he got shacked up with a ginger midget bitch when he could have done way better, and that was where he went from affectionate interest to boyfriend.
…Well, maybe he was your boyfriend. You weren’t actually sure if he thought that way about you. When you’d decided you were officially an item, you’d been drunk and kissed him on the lips, twice. Had to pull him down to your level to get at that mouth, too. Since then, the letters you’d exchanged hadn’t been what you imagined a couple exchanged. They were matter of fact. Information only. Were you alright with that? Not really.
He was finally coming over now, he’d gotten what he needed to get out of the way back home, he said so in his latest letter. Right now, Richter was up around Plisseau. Strossvald was in a little war with them. You didn’t really care about why they, you’d like to have been there now for Richter’s sake, but you had to be here- getting your officer’s commission.
>>5967251It's six o'clock sharp in the morning. The same time you always wake up, ready for action!
