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General Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | Xenoblade Chronicles 2 (Video Game)

F/M | for familiarsound | 351 words | 2023-06-17 | Xeno Series | AO3

Minochi | Cole | Minoth/Kagutsuchi | Brighid, Minochi | Cole | Minoth & Kagutsuchi | Brighid

Minochi | Cole | Minoth, Kagutsuchi | Brighid

Torna: The Golden Country DLC, Game Mechanic Interpretations, Chivalry, Symbiosis, Unlikely Friendships, Inspired by Music, Source: Gilbert and Sullivan

It's not compulsory heterosexuality. It's something much stupider than that.

It's not compulsory heterosexuality. It's not dingy drop-off of seedy croach upon winsome beauty. It's not even kiss-up, from a Blade of no nation to the Blade of greatest national symbology ever to be conceived.

It's simply that there are many and various ways one person can be totally taken with another person, and that there are few people of the Blade variety which Minoth has had the opportunity to observe and furthermore to come into contact with, who aren't as closed-off or boxed-bewildered as Jin or Mythra.

At the golden-waning time, perhaps many would argue against a statement made that the Jewel is in need of further refinement. Some time later, she herself would have no supporting account upon which to base critique, given that, at the time, she hadn't perceived her moods as distinctive.

But Minoth knows. Minoth will always know. That as many times as Jin called out for Brighid to dance the dance, Minoth was there many times more, dancing with her. Working together to break the enemy; trading aggro from knives to whips; passing each other by as they evaded: using each other as decoy.

He dug up the chests. She broke into them.

(He squirreled away the contents. She pinched a few of the prizes.)

She groomed the flowers. He curried the bees.

(She picked what she liked. He picked the bugs off.)

He wrote the stories. She enjoyed them.

(He scorned his own work. She not-so-secretly treasured it.)

She was the celebrity. He was the paparazzi.

(She preened at the attention. He nearly-but-never frowned to see her take on so.)

But always in turn; always in turn. The first time he called her "dear", he was firmly and properly rebuffed, with a whip dancing just shy of his dangling lock. The next, however; her shoulder shimmied. The next, she almost batted an eye.

What is it - beauty in bloodthirstiness? Really?

He found her fascinating. He didn't want her forever. She hardly wanted him for the afternoon, let alone the evening. Intrigue is, in some or all respects, a lower order than fascination, after all.