#1 – Red

Capell, Aya, Edward – brief moments of the twins

Warning: Spoilers for a Private Event

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Capell

‘Red, she wears red underwear,’ Capell thought to himself, desire sent shivers down his spine. It had been an accident that he had even seen anything; she spun around and ended up slipping on some ice, causing her to fall and show her underwear to him.

Aya had managed to recover quite quickly before demanding to know if he had seen anything. He came up with a quick lie saying that the snow blinded him when kicked up into the air when she had fallen. He did not know if she believed him, there was something in her tone that indicated that she did not believe him but could not accuse him without any proof.

After an awkward moment, Aya decided to head back to the inn while Capell told her that he was going to look around the town to see if he could get some answers. Aya nodded and told him to be careful before hurrying away with him watching her.

He was walking around the town, replaying the memory repeatedly in his head. Red lacy panties, she wore red pants. He would have pegged her for a white cotton panties girl but the red lace seemed to suit her personality perfectly, she could be warm like a fire after spending the day in the freezing cold and she could burn you with her anger.

She was an emotional and angsty girl…just his type Capell thought to himself. Aya had something that drew him to her. She is the forbidden fruit, which is for sure. She is a princess, he is a commoner, and it was against the law.

However, Capell could not help but feel that she did not care about her status, especially when people were hurting all over the world due to the chains that was bringing death and destruction. There were moments he could feel that their attraction to each other was deepening but they both held back, especially with him pretending that he was Sigmund.

How would it look if Lord Sigmund, cutter of the chains, suddenly were in a relationship with the Princess of Fayel, considering the fact that he was supposedly in love with Michelle.

Then again, there was Faina, she had made it clear that she was interested in Capell, and while he was flattered, there was something strange about the way she seemed to be following him. It did not feel stalker like but it was beginning to feel a little…smothering, if he was honest with himself.

Yes, he was attracted to the petite girl but he was more attracted to Aya. Faina was meeker, she seemed to devote everything she has and is into pleasing Capell while Aya was more independent, she had her own mind, and while she trusted Capell to go at his pace, she kept him in check – which he was grateful.

Comparing the two of them, Faina was more like the earth; she was always there, unchanging and stable. However, Aya…she was like fire, what you see is never what you get and you never knew what fire would do. She is passionate in everything she believed in and she was going to make a fabulous queen one day…especially in that red dress of hers.

Capell groaned he ended up flashing back to her panties. Was everything that was red was going to remind him constantly of her underwear choice? He supposed he should be grateful that Faina never wore red on her outside clothing so he wouldn’t be thinking about Aya when talking to her – he knew that much. You should never be thinking of another girl when talking to a girl – it just spelled trouble.

Shaking his head, he pushed Aya’s underwear to the back of his head and looked up when he familiar voices shouting his name.

“Hey Capell,” Rucha greeted with a bright smile and Capell was struck with the memory of Aya’s red panties once more at the sight of Rucha’s red outfit. Rucha’s bright expression exchanged to one of curiosity. “Why are you blushing?” Capell stuttered, cupping his cheeks and to his chagrin, he was indeed blushing.

Rico and Rucha looked at each other, confused before they shrugged; it seemed that teenagers were more confusing than adults were.

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Aya

‘He has the most amazing crimson red eyes,’ Aya thought to herself as she stared out of the window, gazing at the Luna Rain as it continued to pour down. She was sitting on the large window ledge, her knees drawn up, and her arms wrapped around them. Her back was resting against the wall.

Aya’s green eyes grew darker as she thought back to when she had first met Capell, mistaking him for Lord Sigmund, a man she had been following around the world to help destroy the chains that was enchaining the moon.

Capell had apologised for disappointing her that he was not Sigmund…what kind of person does that? She had never met anyone like Capell before and somehow, she had a feeling that she would never.

She could have followed Sigmund when he told Capell that it was a battlefield and that it would have been safer for him to discontinue his journey with them but she knew that if that had happened; she would not get to see him again. So purely out of selfish reason, she quickly thought up an excuse for Capell to stay with the group.

In addition, she had been right…Capell did possess a wondrous power than none of them, apart from Sigmund apparently, had been able to foreseen – he was able to cut the chains.

Thinking back to when she first met him, she had to force him to leave the jail, telling him to do it for her sake and it was only after she told him this that he gave in.

He carried her, Aya still could not stop the thrill of desire that shot down her spine whenever she remembered being in his embrace after he forcibly carried her when they had been in Graad Woods. She had fallen due to her illness but she refused to let Capell see her during her moment of weakness.

Unfortunately or fortunately, she had yet still to decide; he had noticed it and carried her for the rest of the way to get them out of the woods, refusing to let her overdo it any more. She had been pleasantly surprised to find that he looked a lot stronger than she expected as he managed to carry her with ease.

Aya thought herself to be independent, refusing to rely on anyone as when you are in war, you needed to be able to depend on yourself to get through the battles but when Capell had scooped her up into his arms, ignoring her protests, she felt a bolt of desire shoot through her over his caveman’s action.

Eugene had told her, after they had met up with each other and she fainted due to the pain, Capell had demanded them finding a way to heal her. That he refused to leave her behind like the rest was going to do.

It was only due to his determination that Sigmund had offered him a choice to take Aya to Nolaan before asking Capell if he could trust in the young teenager. Edward had been furious, refusing to believe that he could trust the young man to do the job properly but Capell had just looked at her and agreed.

For a young man who hated violence, refused her help to get out of jail, and preferred to be lazy, he was a contradiction. He punched the soldier ordered to kill her, carried her and saved her life, and became a man that they could slowly look up to.

Yes, she knew that the others still had problems with him taking over for Sigmund, sometimes she had a hard time accepting it but she knew it is right. If the world were to find out that Sigmund had died, their hopes would have died. It was better to make them think that Sigmund was still alive.

Although, she did miss the outfit that Capell used to travel in. Wearing the amour and cloak now blocked her view from his very fine ass – one of the reasons why she liked to walk or run behind him whenever they were in battle. She bit her bottom lip as a giggle threatened to break through, she just hoped to god that Savio could not read her mind or that Capell somehow found out – the only person she told her secrets to were Gustav as he was a bear and he couldn’t talk. However, Rico could talk to animals and all anyone has to do was bribe him with chocolate to get him to do something…she just hoped that Rico would be able to hold out against Capell.

She had to admit she did like the way Capell had filled out the amour, he was more approachable that Sigmund had been, mostly because Capell tend to smile more than their last leader and that he could be hot when he took charge of a situation.

Then again, there was something about the way he crawled after her when she helped him out of his jail cell or the way he was on the bed, on his knees, grovelling as she scolded him. He was so differently from Lord Sigmund. Aya grinned at the memory, it was weird, but she could not deny that she got a thrill from it.

Shaking her head, she looked out of the window once more to see Capell had finished his walk around the town and was heading back to the inn. Somehow, he sensed her watching and looked up, his red eyes meeting her green ones over the distance. He shot her bright smile and waved before blanching as he realised that he was supposed to be pretending that he was Lord Sigmund, not Capell the Soother.

Smothering her grin, Aya waved back and watched as he entered the inn before she turned head around to see Dominica standing in the doorway that led to the balcony with a knowing look on her face.

Aya turned her head down as she felt her cheeks heat up and groaned inwardly, she really needed to find a way to get her blushing under control. She lifted her head when she heard the door open and saw Capell entering with the twins. The twins smiled brightly when they saw Aya only for curiosity to cross their face.

“Why are you blushing, Aya?” asked Rico. Aya just covered her cheeks to hide her redness, Dominica to laugh, Capell look concern and the twins to share an exasperated glance, still finding older people weird.

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Edward

Every time he saw the colour red, he flashed back to that moment when Sigmund had fallen to his knees after cutting the Azure chain at the top of Castle Prevant and blood splattering onto the stone ground from when Sigmund coughed it up. It was at that moment he felt the intense helplessness of unable to help his lord and hero.

Clenching his hands into a fist, red symbolised Sigmund for who he is, his red hair, red eyes and red outfit under the silver heavy armour that Capell now wore as he pretended to be a man who they all had revered and knelt before, a man who they would have all willingly laid down their lives for.

‘And he goes and sacrifice himself for a mere boy they had only known for a short time?’ he thought, disgusted. Edward shook his head, what was it about the boy that had Aya following him blindly, defending him at every turn. What was it about the boy that allowed him to cut the chains and be the person who Sigmund would choose to be his successor?

Hadn’t Sigmund chosen him to be his successor? Edward touched his right hand where he had undergone a Luna Rite to boost his Lunaglyph. Yes, he admit that he is jealous…he was the one who had been by Sigmund’s side for most of the journey, he had sworn his loyalty to the man who had cut the chain in his homeland and saved him from when a Giga was about to attack him.

Capell had only been in the wrong place at the wrong time for the Order of Chain to arrest him, believing that he was Sigmund and for Aya to save him, also believing that he was Sigmund. However…there was something more than the two of them looking alike, they were both able to cut chains. They could act the same when the situation called for it but Capell was easier going than Sigmund had been.

“Why…why did you have to sacrifice yourself for him?” Edward bowed his head, gritting his teeth. “Why couldn’t you talk to us…to me? Let me see why this boy means so much to you?” He looked at his hand. “I promise you Lord Sigmund, I will rid the world of the chains, even if I have to make sure that Capell is protected to the point of my own life. Just look out for me, wherever you may be.”

Edward pulled away from the statue where they had fought the invisible monster when they first entered Kolton and headed up the stairs toward the inn where he knew everyone was.

When Edward entered the Inn, his gaze went off to the left over to the tables placed around and saw Savio and Eugene in deep conversation. They looked up when they heard the door opened and smiled at him before turning back to each other. Michelle was preoccupied with the book she had bought over at the small bookshop she had found.

Edward gave the woman behind the counter a short nod before heading up the stairs to the room where Aya was sharing with the rest of the women. As he neared the door, he could hear the twins’ excited voices escaping the thick door.

He entered the room, watching as Aya and Capell talk animatedly from the window seat, and felt a pang shoot through him at seeing Capell in Sigmund’s outfit before shaking his head. He could mourn later; right now, he needed to make sure that Capell did not screw up the mission. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, clenching his fists before he opened his eyes, adopting his serious posture once more.

It was time to be Edward, Lord Sigmund’s right hand, and help to destroy the remaining chains. It is what Sigmund would have wanted and Edward would be damned if he let him down…now, only if his hand would stop acting weird.

The End

Well, this was a fun prompt for me to write. When I was thinking about the colour red – three things popped into my head and I thought I would give it go. I thought it worked pretty well but you are the judge; let me know.