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[STC] Espio the Chameleon ([personal profile] espio) wrote in [community profile] concoursec2014-01-12 04:42 am

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Characters: Espio the Chameleon, Portgas D. Ace, Marco
Location: Various, beginning with the library.
Rating: PG-13
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Espio and Ace have gone from developing a solid friendship to keeping their distance from one another, all because of an itty bit of badly-received flirting. After all, would someone who is 100% taken really be receptive to that kind of thing? Nope.

At least, not in theory.

It had been a pretty busy day, all things considered. Late in the evening, Espio found himself a corner of the library to sit on the floor and read a book in, eager to take his mind to a fantasy world far, far away from the stress of reality. He had far too much on his mind lately.

To begin with, he didn't know what to think about Garden's mobilisation, didn't want to think about the inevitable conflict with Sol Invictus, even though he knew that it was his duty as a SeeD and an Instructor to defend Balamb Garden. And yet, he knew that at any minute, Sol Invictus could catch up with them... he didn't want to think about it.

Then there were more personal issues - the lingering self-hatred and doubt, much as he tried to push it out of his mind, continued to crush him down.

And family?

Well, for the first time, Ace was the problem. Ace had never been a problem before - he liked Ace! Possibly a little too much, not that he'd admit it. And yet, ever since that party, he'd made an effort to avoid him. Their conversation, even almost two weeks later, still echoed in his mind.

He sighed. He couldn't concentrate on the page in front of him.
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[personal profile] redcinemareel 2014-01-15 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Grell had been from the door across the hall, since it was their own room after all. What had her interest wasn't the fact that Espio and Ace seemed to have feelings for each other, but it was what Marco had said. Not waiting for Toby to return in the chances that he wouldn't. Marco would no doubt tell the same to her if he had ever disappeared, but she doubted she could follow such advice. As she listened, her cats came to rub against her ankle, but she didn't notice that much.

Once their conversation ends, Grell walked over to the window, seeing nothing but blue as the Garden was still in motion. She was very upset by what he said.