Edea squeaked when she slept.
They weren’t snores - she only did that if she was congested and flat on her back - which, being as she was curled up on his chest, she definitely was not. They were soft little squeaks, like hiccups, every time she finished taking in her breath.
Ringabel was surprised he didn’t notice sooner. He would have thought that he would have noticed something so delightfully odd and adorable much sooner, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized what kept him from finding out about it. The group often split by sexes in inns, and if they camped outdoors, the popping of the campfire would have surely covered up any of her little noises.
He smoothed out her hair, careful not to make sudden movements and disturb her, and quietly thanked her for trusting him enough for him to let him notice this small part of her.
I got shit to do
Tiz’s hair was not quite long enough to cover them, so Agnès would notice them whenever she glanced at his profile. She didn’t know why, really - they weren’t particularly big or small, or otherwise remarkable…except when he blushed (they would flush completely red), or right at the moment he would stop scratching the back of his head and his hand would brush against an ear, folding it for a small second.
They were ticklish, and he would always flinch if someone whispered into them, but he leaned into Agnès’s touch when she kissed them and held an earlobe between her teeth. In a heated, dizzy moment, she licked the shell of one of his ears, and he made a noise, equal parts excitement and surprise. He covered her body with his own and held her close, his hands exploring her body in ways that made her ears blush red.
Hmm anon! This doesn’t quite match the prompt! (Though I’m sorry this only took forever)
“I need this….Edea. I badly need this… It has been sometime since we…”
I’m gonna justify Naoto because she gets all the -dynes upon obtaining her Golden Persona. We don’t get gun-specialty jobs until Bravely Second.
No one cares but here’s Marie too.
These were supposed to be drabbles weren’t they
.Spoilers for ch 2! Warning for Ringabel.
Was there a man whose eyes wouldn’t be drawn to Edea Lee’s lovely form? Ringabel took delight in it, though he was, of course, careful not to be seen admiring her, even from a distance. But on the days when she wore the more revealing asterisk costumes, he would hang back and watch her movements. His memory might have been gone, but he still fancied himself an artist, and it was with an artist’s eye - really - that he trailed the motions of her arms, toned from years of military training and swordfighting, watching the way her muscles flexed. His gaze would linger on the stances she would take with different weapons, watch her hands carefully for how she gripped weapons. He could tell at a glance how she was feeling from the way she stood, or slouched, or stretched, and when she might need a potion or a healing spell.