[ Days roll by after their first burst of intimacy. The world keeps turning, and the terms of their lives don't change terribly even after Clive is able to hold the absolute certainty of their feelings in his hands: Clive is still Cid the Outlaw, and Jill is still the woman who bolsters him through it all, and Valisthea is still slowly dying of the Blight.
Despite it, there is a shift. Small things, at first― holding hands while they speak to Otto about their newest Cursebreakers-related crisis, a few stolen kisses with witnesses to titter about them later. Bolder things, eventually, like invitations to share a bed again even when they're too tired for sex, and leaning against each other at the bar, sharing drinks from one mug.
And finally, amid all the chatter and chaos of their daily lives, there comes a rare pocket of time where Clive is given the blessing of having absolutely nothing to do, and thus allows him to set in motion a string of things he'd intended to do ever since he'd first mentioned wanting to take Jill somewhere. He entrusts Torgal to Joshua, who raises his brow at him with the coy acknowledgment of someone who just Knows; Clive doesn't explain, but is met with a pat on his shoulder and an encouraging go on, brother that makes his ears turn slightly red.
Alright. Now or never.
He corners Jill by the docks, waving to her to get her attention. ] Jill. Do you have a moment?
[The sight of Clive has always made her light up, but these days her smiles are wider and her eyes brighter when she sees him. For all the things dark and twisted in the world, the warmth of his hand around hers is right. She's never slept as good as she does when she's tucked against his chest, and while she's sure some hearts are broken, the Hideaway gossip that's reached her ears has been supportive... if not embarassing when it comes to commentary about fortifying certain areas, such as Clive's solar.]
A moment? For you, I think I can spare one or two. Several, if you're lucky.
[The public displays of affection are still a little awkward, at times, but there's no one immediately around them. Jill greets Clive with a hand on his forearm to balance herself as she leans up to press a quick kiss to his lips.
A little more seriously, she looks at him when her heels touch the wooden planks.]
Is all well?
[She doesn't get the sense that he's in distress or a hurry. Not an emergency, surely.]
[ No distress, no urgency. Their lips meet, and because there's no one else around to see it, Clive melts a little; it's pleasant every time to think that Jill is comfortable enough around him for these small, affectionate gestures.
The luckiest man in Valisthea, he thinks to himself for the millionth time. ]
―Yes. Nothing's amiss. [ The opposite, but he won't give that much away. ] I was wondering if you'd accompany me to Port Isolde. There's... someplace I want to take you.
[ Unusually cagey about his intentions, which comes across as him trying to keep something hidden. A bad liar, through and through, though he hopes she doesn't interpret it as something he's keeping from her with any negative intent. ]
[The trust she has in Clive is absolute. It doesn't even cross her mind that it could be something nefarious--not after a kiss like that, one that sends a tingle down her spine.]
A surprise, then.
[She'll help you, Clive. Jill smiles.]
I'd be very happy to accompany you.
[He's the sweetest man to ever live. She can't help but tease, however.]
[ Ah. Right. It would seem off that Torgal's being left out, wouldn't it. Clive hesitates for a beat after Jill poses the question, clearly looking inside himself for an answer that would seem appropriate, and finally just decides to say: ]
No Torgal or Joshua.
[ Which, you know, is not an explanation, but it's not a lie. (Somewhere in Dalimil, L'ubor has the irrepressible urge to cackle.)
He clears his throat, and gestures towards the boats. ] ...Shall we?
[It takes some effort not to look insanely amused. Jill almost cracks, clears her throat, and tucks her hair behind her ear. She could be cruel and ask all too innocent questions about this little trip, but she decides to be his peace rather than his terror.]
Of course.
[She'll even pre-emptively put her hand in his so that he can help her on board, a thing he did even before their relationship grew.]
[ Jill― light of his life, warmth of his soul― please stop asking questions. Clive helps her onto the boat as he always does, bracing her balance and letting her sit on the least rickety part of the ferry, and tries to struggle for an answer, again.
"I'm trying to take you somewhere to bare my soul to you and tell you that I love you, so I have no idea how long that would take" is decidedly not what he wants to say right now, so.
Tentatively: ] I... anticipate not. [ How long do love confessions take??? Founder, he's out of his depth. ] Though I haven't been given any assignments the rest of the day, so... as long as you'd like, I suppose.
[Oh, maybe she'll terrorize him a little bit. It's too easy, and he's very cute when he's trying to cover his ass.]
I've nothing that needs my immediate attention, either.
[She's sure there will be some more hunts posted sooner or later, but there's nothing to be done about that now.]
And you should be more careful with your words, Clive. I'd keep you every moment of every day if I could.
[But often he's needed by so many others. A part of her has found a new peace, being able to slip into his bed and his arm some nights, but it also makes her miss him all the more when either one of them happens to be on the road.]
[ Clive fancies himself a decent obfuscator, but the truth of the matter is that being raised a soldier, then having his dignity beaten out of him for thirteen years hasn't done much to cultivate Healthy Ways to Navigate Life.
That said, being harmlessly terrorized by Jill is the best thing that's happened to him all week. Every time she demonstrates any sort of lightness of being, he feels his own heart swell in response. ]
And I would be a happier man for it.
[ (Obolus, who is sitting on the far edge of the boat to ferry it continent-side, stares into a nonexistent camera as if to say "really? in front of my salad?") ]
...I'll explain myself more properly once we reach Port Isolde.
[ Which will happen after a timeskip, to spare poor Obolus the pain. Though it'll be from one boat to another after they reach the familiar, fog-laden shores of the Port, onto a rickety little skiff that's built more for a boy and his puppy than two grown adults. ]
[Jill tries to be patient, truly, but she would like to hear what Clive would like to say before she breaks through the aged, damped wood, and into the cold water. She knows there's much more said between them now, but some words they've held closer to their own hearts. Held for the right moment.
She might look at him with a touch more fondness.]
To an island off the coast, [ Clive offers, unhelpfully, as they load themselves up on yet another boat journey across water. Mercifully, this trip is shorter than the last one― just a few quick minutes of paddling, made faster by the fact that Clive is no longer 15 with still-developing muscles.
After some maneuvering, and with more conviction: ] ...A place I kept to myself, back when we were still children. A rookery that fell into disuse ages ago― I thought I would show it to you.
[ An escape, Clive means. He hadn't even thought of it as such, he recalls: just a place to be when everything became too much, which made him feel worse for running away. Not a place to be himself, but a place where he could be nothing. To not exist, the way he'd sometimes thought the world wanted of him.
He doesn't want to say all that. So he rows, eyes cast towards the quickly-approaching island in the distance, without looking at Jill. He doesn't want to upset her. ]
But it's high time I finally showed you all of me.
[ Sure as the tides and the movement of the stars, morning comes. It streaks through the open slats of the Hideaway's ramshackle quarters, filters over sleep-limp bodies, and rouses Clive from his uncomplicated sleep.
It's agonizing, having to peel himself off of Jill, but Clive somehow manages. A slow process that involves a lot of putting his mouth on bare parts of Jill's body (her sleep-warm shoulder, her temple, her collarbone), some grumbling, and reluctant putting-on of clothes.
I love you is what Clive leaves Jill with before he slinks out of his quarters to do his morning rounds. A new step to add to his daily routine. Otto, who has placed his bets on whether or not Clive will be late to his reporting, looks delighted when Clive shows up: "Gav owes me 50 gil", he says, to which Clive sighs in fond exasperation.
He'll find Jill after he takes care of these goobers (affectionate). He hopes she'll have an easier time with the rest than he's having. ]
[There are worse ways to wake up than with sweetness and attention from the man she loves. Jill kisses and nuzzles and cuddles as much as they can get away with before they have to dress, and she combs through her hair with her fingers (get ready to find hair all over your clothes now, Clive), wanting to at least look a little less like she was thoroughly boned last night. Tarja will know the moment she looks at her, she knows, but she can refrain from the urge to sprint across the Hideaway like a young thing that snuck out. She did sleep in what id technically her room, now.
As expected, one look at Jill has Tarja just barely biting back a sly smile. Her tone matches as Jill flushes red, though her whole demeanor changes when Jill explains her concerns. A sigh and a detailed lecture later, Jill's left with a bitter taste in her mouth from a tonic (along with several to take with her, how kind), and a not-so-subtle threat that Clive will also get a lesson about Consequences. Tarja is quite happy for the couple, but only wishes for a little more thought before they add any more mouths to feed to the Hideaway--especially when Shiva is so demanding of Jill's body as it is.
There's still a flush of red across Jill's cheeks as she eventually makes her way to Clive. She's both very informed and very scolded, and feels as if she's disappointed her governess.]
Clive. Ready?
[She asks with a slightly tight smile. And maybe the words are a little too quick, coming out in an eager rush to get on the road.]
[ Funnily inversed conversations: Clive has to fend Gav off when his scout eventually finds him and heckles him (happily) about Rosfield Junior (hurricane Tarja might have found another dumbass to bully later). He's sporting a bit of a flush of his own as he approaches Jill, and it takes him a moment to chase away idle fantasies in favor of concentrating on the present.
He smiles when she asks him if he's ready, and nods. ]
As I'll ever be. [ Crazy to think he had no idea that people were keeping tabs on how his relationship with Jill was panning out??? Apparently this was an ongoing thing that'd gone way over his head for ages. Damn. ] Let's leave before the others start heckling us again.
[ Now that he knows that they will, Founder help them. Who was gonna tell him... ]
[Jill, meanwhile, cares nothing about heckling in the moment. She's more worried that Tarja will appear to spring a lecture on Clive. Perhaps a conversation to have, but not without Jill giving him a fair warning it's coming--and reassurance they were both a little foolish.
She slips her hand into his, holding tightly. She smiles easier when she looks into his eyes.]
Let's be on our way, then. I'd like a word once there are less ears.
[ Tarja is on her way, actually― a threat looming in the middle distance, hands on her hips and ready to descend on Clive with a vengeance― but she stops at the top of the stairs overlooking the couple.
Even she's not heartless enough to stop a date from happening. So, instead of continuing her rampage, she cups her hands around her mouth, and:
"Give him a talking-to!"
At Jill, obviously. Clive, puzzled, looks between Tarja and Jill, but decides not to ask yet. ]
...Well, that's ominous. [ A laugh, almost in disbelief. ] A quick escape, then.
[Heads turn. If people didn't already know, now they know.
Jill ducks down at Tarja's call, as if something were being thrown at her head. Then, she keeps her head down to hide how red her face has gotten. She glances up at Clive, hands moving to his arm to pull him towards the lift. Move move move.]
[ Oh. It feels almost like an eternity since he's seen Jill so sheepish― maybe they were children, last, sneaking away to do something foolish away from Anabella's iron scrutiny. Clive smiles to himself about it, privately, as he's shoved inside the lift and away from prying eyes.
He won't be smiling if he knew what the fuck was up!!! But here he is for the moment, besotted. ]
I've never seen you duck.
[ Sure he has, plenty of times in battle. He's just heckling a little. ]
[Like a shock down her spine, as if she were pelted in the head with ice. Hearing Clive say sweet words of adoration and devotion warm her--Tarja's subtle threats chill her. Jill, flustered, at least finds joy in his amusement. Best enjoy it before it turns into mortification.
They only have a moment before the lift touches down, but Jill uses it to step in close and press a brief kiss to his lips.]
Only until you give me the 'talking-to'. I'm sure I'll find things less funny then.
[ At least he's self-aware. They peck, and he holds Jill by the waist for the thump of the lift settling onto the docks. Obolus will be waiting for them by his usual place, rubbing monster fat over the boats to keep them from spoiling. (The smell is far from romantic, but they have to roll with the punches.) ]
Does it feel a bit like we've been misbehaving, or is that just me?
Speaking of young― don't tell Tarja, [ is low and conspiratorial, ] but she reminds me of Lord Murdoch, on occasion.
[ Honestly, the former Lord Commander didn't get paid enough to deal with the Rosfield Family Drama on the regular, but he was just as tough with Clive as any blood relative would have been. Stern and uncompromising, but gentle when it counted.
Like Tarja. The older sister Clive never had. It's fondly meant, as Obolus gets their boat ready for a quick journey across the lake. ]
[He gets a laugh out of her, although she feels he's about to realize how right he is. Tough love. Tarja is only ever honest, even if the truth is uncomfortable. You're in no state. Imagine, then, being forced to remain here. Jill has no love for fighting, but worse would be remaining at the Hideaway while her loved ones risk their lives. Shiva already whittles away at her health in ways that make Tarja's frown deepen more and more.]
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Despite it, there is a shift. Small things, at first― holding hands while they speak to Otto about their newest Cursebreakers-related crisis, a few stolen kisses with witnesses to titter about them later. Bolder things, eventually, like invitations to share a bed again even when they're too tired for sex, and leaning against each other at the bar, sharing drinks from one mug.
And finally, amid all the chatter and chaos of their daily lives, there comes a rare pocket of time where Clive is given the blessing of having absolutely nothing to do, and thus allows him to set in motion a string of things he'd intended to do ever since he'd first mentioned wanting to take Jill somewhere. He entrusts Torgal to Joshua, who raises his brow at him with the coy acknowledgment of someone who just Knows; Clive doesn't explain, but is met with a pat on his shoulder and an encouraging go on, brother that makes his ears turn slightly red.
Alright. Now or never.
He corners Jill by the docks, waving to her to get her attention. ] Jill. Do you have a moment?
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A moment? For you, I think I can spare one or two. Several, if you're lucky.
[The public displays of affection are still a little awkward, at times, but there's no one immediately around them. Jill greets Clive with a hand on his forearm to balance herself as she leans up to press a quick kiss to his lips.
A little more seriously, she looks at him when her heels touch the wooden planks.]
Is all well?
[She doesn't get the sense that he's in distress or a hurry. Not an emergency, surely.]
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The luckiest man in Valisthea, he thinks to himself for the millionth time. ]
―Yes. Nothing's amiss. [ The opposite, but he won't give that much away. ] I was wondering if you'd accompany me to Port Isolde. There's... someplace I want to take you.
[ Unusually cagey about his intentions, which comes across as him trying to keep something hidden. A bad liar, through and through, though he hopes she doesn't interpret it as something he's keeping from her with any negative intent. ]
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A surprise, then.
[She'll help you, Clive. Jill smiles.]
I'd be very happy to accompany you.
[He's the sweetest man to ever live. She can't help but tease, however.]
No Torgal or Joshua?
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No Torgal or Joshua.
[ Which, you know, is not an explanation, but it's not a lie. (Somewhere in Dalimil, L'ubor has the irrepressible urge to cackle.)
He clears his throat, and gestures towards the boats. ] ...Shall we?
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Of course.
[She'll even pre-emptively put her hand in his so that he can help her on board, a thing he did even before their relationship grew.]
Will we be away long?
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"I'm trying to take you somewhere to bare my soul to you and tell you that I love you, so I have no idea how long that would take" is decidedly not what he wants to say right now, so.
Tentatively: ] I... anticipate not. [ How long do love confessions take??? Founder, he's out of his depth. ] Though I haven't been given any assignments the rest of the day, so... as long as you'd like, I suppose.
[ gods help him he's off to a bad start ]
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I've nothing that needs my immediate attention, either.
[She's sure there will be some more hunts posted sooner or later, but there's nothing to be done about that now.]
And you should be more careful with your words, Clive. I'd keep you every moment of every day if I could.
[But often he's needed by so many others. A part of her has found a new peace, being able to slip into his bed and his arm some nights, but it also makes her miss him all the more when either one of them happens to be on the road.]
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That said, being harmlessly terrorized by Jill is the best thing that's happened to him all week. Every time she demonstrates any sort of lightness of being, he feels his own heart swell in response. ]
And I would be a happier man for it.
[ (Obolus, who is sitting on the far edge of the boat to ferry it continent-side, stares into a nonexistent camera as if to say "really? in front of my salad?") ]
...I'll explain myself more properly once we reach Port Isolde.
[ Which will happen after a timeskip, to spare poor Obolus the pain. Though it'll be from one boat to another after they reach the familiar, fog-laden shores of the Port, onto a rickety little skiff that's built more for a boy and his puppy than two grown adults. ]
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She might look at him with a touch more fondness.]
Well? Where are you taking me, Clive?
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After some maneuvering, and with more conviction: ] ...A place I kept to myself, back when we were still children. A rookery that fell into disuse ages ago― I thought I would show it to you.
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Your escape.
[Away from his mother, his place in the family. Did he pretend to be free of duty, then?]
Funny how that manages to give me some peace of mind. I'm glad you had somewhere that was yours and yours alone to retreat to, Clive.
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[ An escape, Clive means. He hadn't even thought of it as such, he recalls: just a place to be when everything became too much, which made him feel worse for running away. Not a place to be himself, but a place where he could be nothing. To not exist, the way he'd sometimes thought the world wanted of him.
He doesn't want to say all that. So he rows, eyes cast towards the quickly-approaching island in the distance, without looking at Jill. He doesn't want to upset her. ]
But it's high time I finally showed you all of me.
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It's agonizing, having to peel himself off of Jill, but Clive somehow manages. A slow process that involves a lot of putting his mouth on bare parts of Jill's body (her sleep-warm shoulder, her temple, her collarbone), some grumbling, and reluctant putting-on of clothes.
I love you is what Clive leaves Jill with before he slinks out of his quarters to do his morning rounds. A new step to add to his daily routine. Otto, who has placed his bets on whether or not Clive will be late to his reporting, looks delighted when Clive shows up: "Gav owes me 50 gil", he says, to which Clive sighs in fond exasperation.
He'll find Jill after he takes care of these goobers (affectionate). He hopes she'll have an easier time with the rest than he's having. ]
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As expected, one look at Jill has Tarja just barely biting back a sly smile. Her tone matches as Jill flushes red, though her whole demeanor changes when Jill explains her concerns. A sigh and a detailed lecture later, Jill's left with a bitter taste in her mouth from a tonic (along with several to take with her, how kind), and a not-so-subtle threat that Clive will also get a lesson about Consequences. Tarja is quite happy for the couple, but only wishes for a little more thought before they add any more mouths to feed to the Hideaway--especially when Shiva is so demanding of Jill's body as it is.
There's still a flush of red across Jill's cheeks as she eventually makes her way to Clive. She's both very informed and very scolded, and feels as if she's disappointed her governess.]
Clive. Ready?
[She asks with a slightly tight smile. And maybe the words are a little too quick, coming out in an eager rush to get on the road.]
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He smiles when she asks him if he's ready, and nods. ]
As I'll ever be. [ Crazy to think he had no idea that people were keeping tabs on how his relationship with Jill was panning out??? Apparently this was an ongoing thing that'd gone way over his head for ages. Damn. ] Let's leave before the others start heckling us again.
[ Now that he knows that they will, Founder help them. Who was gonna tell him... ]
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She slips her hand into his, holding tightly. She smiles easier when she looks into his eyes.]
Let's be on our way, then. I'd like a word once there are less ears.
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Even she's not heartless enough to stop a date from happening. So, instead of continuing her rampage, she cups her hands around her mouth, and:
"Give him a talking-to!"
At Jill, obviously. Clive, puzzled, looks between Tarja and Jill, but decides not to ask yet. ]
...Well, that's ominous. [ A laugh, almost in disbelief. ] A quick escape, then.
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Jill ducks down at Tarja's call, as if something were being thrown at her head. Then, she keeps her head down to hide how red her face has gotten. She glances up at Clive, hands moving to his arm to pull him towards the lift. Move move move.]
Quick. Very quick, please.
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He won't be smiling if he knew what the fuck was up!!! But here he is for the moment, besotted. ]
I've never seen you duck.
[ Sure he has, plenty of times in battle. He's just heckling a little. ]
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[Like a shock down her spine, as if she were pelted in the head with ice. Hearing Clive say sweet words of adoration and devotion warm her--Tarja's subtle threats chill her. Jill, flustered, at least finds joy in his amusement. Best enjoy it before it turns into mortification.
They only have a moment before the lift touches down, but Jill uses it to step in close and press a brief kiss to his lips.]
I'm glad you find it funny.
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[ At least he's self-aware. They peck, and he holds Jill by the waist for the thump of the lift settling onto the docks. Obolus will be waiting for them by his usual place, rubbing monster fat over the boats to keep them from spoiling. (The smell is far from romantic, but they have to roll with the punches.) ]
Does it feel a bit like we've been misbehaving, or is that just me?
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Jill gives Clive a sidelong look, lips pursed together.]
And that we're much younger than we actually are? Oh, it's not just you.
[... except they are doing things foolish enough to be attributed to youth. To be fair, they missed out on quite a few years.]
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[ Honestly, the former Lord Commander didn't get paid enough to deal with the Rosfield Family Drama on the regular, but he was just as tough with Clive as any blood relative would have been. Stern and uncompromising, but gentle when it counted.
Like Tarja. The older sister Clive never had. It's fondly meant, as Obolus gets their boat ready for a quick journey across the lake. ]
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[He gets a laugh out of her, although she feels he's about to realize how right he is. Tough love. Tarja is only ever honest, even if the truth is uncomfortable. You're in no state. Imagine, then, being forced to remain here. Jill has no love for fighting, but worse would be remaining at the Hideaway while her loved ones risk their lives. Shiva already whittles away at her health in ways that make Tarja's frown deepen more and more.]
She only worries for us.
[How fortunate they are.]
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