Big Book of Writing

A Mercenary's Break (Drastu, Granblue Fantasy)

Prompt: https://otpprompts.tumblr.com/post/88590017553/imagine-your-otp-laying-down-in-a-field-that-looks/amp

"Imagine your OTP laying down in a field that looks like it stretches for miles, having a picnic and pointing out clouds that remind them of happy things."

I'm only on chapter 41, please don't come for my ass, I beg of you-

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In the Phantagrande Skydom, mercenaries had a high value when it came to work. Sometimes, sending soldiers to go jobs would cause more suspicion and didn't guarantee success, but mercenaries often could fly under the radar and not raise suspicion towards their client.

Two such mercenaries were Drang and Sturm, who were considered quite famous among the mercenary guilds in the skydom. One goofy and cunning, the other cold and serious, they almost always got any job done when they were working together.

Today was just another job for them. They were hired to ambush a person in the Port Breeze Archipelago and kidnap them, with as minimal harm to the person as possible. After blending in with the populace, the duo discovered that their target went to church and would always pass through the hills alone to meditate after church was over.

Drang and Sturm had already picked out an ideal ambush point along their target's route, and they settled in and waited. Despite knowing that they would have to camp out for a while, Drang laid down and let out a sigh.

"Ah, it doesn't seem like the target's coming out soon," the Erune complained, looking over to his partner. "We've been working hard, why don't we take a little break, Sturm?"

"Don't be ridiculous. We need to keep our eyes peeled for the target," Sturm coldly scolded, not even taking her eyes off the path.

"But the sermon only ends after the church bells ring at three o'clock, we've got plenty of time! I did bring snacks with me in our supply bag. Why not have a little picnic while we wait?" Drang suggested.

Sturm's irritation grew and her hand immediately went to her hilt of her sword, but she stopped as she recalled his words. It was only two in the afternoon right now, and the church's sermon was still ongoing. And as he said, they had been working hard.

She sighed and removed her hand from the hilt. "Fine, it wouldn't hurt." Sturm sat down next to him and stretched her arms. "What did you bring?"

"I took the leftovers from our last meal at the bar, and I bought some biscuits from the bakery beside while you were writing that letter," Drang happily explained, reaching for a bag of tools they brought with them for the mission. As he said, he took out a container and a bag, with leftovers and biscuits respectively.

"Good. Let's split it," Sturm decided, and she began dividing up all the food between them. Drang sat up and stretched his legs out as she put his food on the bag and put her food on the container.

As Drang expected, the biscuits tasted as good as the baker said they were, he expected that someone who lives on very fertile soil to have the best ingredients. "Hey, Sturm! What do you think about the biscuits? I'll have to get them again!"

"Not bad..." Sturm muttered after taking a bite of one. "Could use a bit of crispiness on the edges though."

Despite her words, Drang could see a hint of a smile on her face. However, he decided to not point it out right now. After all, Sturm had seemed a little stressed with how much time they've taken doing this job already. He didn't want to look like Swiss cheese by the time she was done with him.

The rations Drang had packed were rather small, so the food was gone in no time. Sturm didn't like to talk much when she was eating, and they remained silent as the container and bag was packed up again.

Sturm organized their supplies again, then turned to see Drang laying himself back and looking up at the sky. "The clouds are quite pretty today. Don't you think so, Sturm?" he asked with a relaxed smile.

"The clouds are the same as every day. We live on floating islands in the skydom," the Draph grumbled back.

"But if you look at the cloud from this position, you can see shapes in them! Look, look!" Drang pointed at a cloud. "That one looks like a rabbit on a mountain!"

"Seeing shapes in clouds..." Sturm sighed, but looked up nonetheless. Her siblings used to partake in such activities when they were younger and there wasn't anything to do, but she was too focused learning how to be just like her father to see the fun in that. Seeing Drang so excited from something like this, she guessed that it wasn't just an activity her siblings liked.

"A cup of tea...a doorway into a cavern...hey, that one looks like you, Sturm!" he suddenly exclaimed, pointing to another cloud. "Hey, don't you think- Ow! Ouch!"

Sturm had taken her sword out and began jabbing Drang in the side repeatedly. "What the hell are you talking about?! I'm right here, not in some cloud!" she snapped at him with irritation. "Don't say idiotic things like that!"

"Ow, Sturm! Uncle, I cry uncle! Aren't we supposed to focus on the job?!"

"This was your idea in the first place!"

Suddenly, the chimes of a loud church bell interrupted Sturm's stabbings. The woman let out a small gasp and quickly put her sword away, hurrying back into hiding. "Damn it, you nearly made me lose my focus," she hissed.

"But you enjoyed it, didn't you?" Drang teased as he got back into position beside her. his comment earned him an elbow jab in the side.

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