╰♣♣ 𝓐 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 ♣♣╮

4 || 𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓼 & 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝔂 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 || ♣

Type: 
Character x Character 
Pairing: 
Finral Roulacase x Vanessa Enoteca 
Rating: 
T

[♣]

Never had she seen Finral look this down. 

There were main times he had failed to impress a girl, or had seemingly grown tired of being nothing but wheels for the Black Bulls, but the burgundy haired witch had never thought he could act so miserable. It had been such a surprise she completely forgot about the bottles of wine surrounding her, and instead stood up, far too curious about her team mate to return to her drinking. 

"Something up, pretty boy?" she asked, hoping to capture his attention with a little flattery. 

That did the trick, as he turned around, but unlike usually, he didn't blush at the compliment or immediately give a casual response. Nor did he make any attempt to flirt with her, though by now he'd learned to control those urges to woo girls with her. They'd been squad mates long enough for him to no longer be as affected by her beautiful form and seductive voice. 

He shrugged. "The usual," came an uncooperative response, before he turned back around. Chances were, that meant he'd been rejected, since that was what usually made him down. But only for a very brief moment before he bounced back up again. That persistent moron. 

"Was it really that bad this time?" She raised a brow, following him as he walked off. It could be assumed he thought he could lose her, but if he did, then he was about to be proven wrong. When Vanessa Enoteca wanted an answer, she got that answer. "Well?" she inquired again when he finally halted and turned back around, realising that she didn't in fact stop following him. 

All she managed to get out of him, however, was a very false "no." 

So, not about to push him to say anything, she sighed and shook her head. "What is it with men and being so damn stubborn?" the woman thought out loud, deciding to turn back to her wine bottles after all. 

Not that it distracted her well. The alcohol no longer seemed to have as much of an effect on her, and she didn't really have any appetite for it right now. Asides from the occasional slow sips, she barely even touched those things, letting them roll along the table and stand beside the couch that she normally took up. There was the consideration of watching what the others were doing - perhaps even training a little, or doing recon. None of that pushed aside the strange, bothersome feeling in her chest though. 

She could have sworn that if that feeling had a name, it would be guilt. 

Finral was a good guy after all. Lost, and stuck constantly pining after girls, but he was sweet and caring, if a little cowardly and avoidant of battles. He carried his work out largely without question and he was friendly and welcoming to most people. So it wasn't like he deserved all those rejections... but he was a bit desperate and rash, and could use a little lesson or two on courting women. 

Perhaps she could help? Not that she knew much about dating. She'd had a few men, but it never lasted. Asides from her figure they saw nothing else good about her, and upon them beginning to call her a drunk and a slut because of the way she dressed and her lack of reservations regarding drinks and fun, she began to humour than and genuinely made that image her own. Before, it was her way of freeing herself from the memories of the past, and a way to have fun. Explore new things. Relax. Now it was largely out of spite and a desire to just ignore every last word people said and every responsibility that piled up. And to forget she would never quite be accepted. 

Well, that wasn't true. 

She had been accepted. 

By Fin, Charmy, Yami, Asta, Luck, Magna, even Gauche, Grey and Gordon, mildly unsettling as those last three could be. But as Finral claimed they were "good people".