(I had this typed up for a while, getting it in while 2022 is still a thing.)
(tbh that intro’s accurate to their dynamic, just not in the way you’d expect)
“Where do you get off being so damn uptight?!” Ingus’ dismissive glance did not change as Luneth continued to rant about the soldier’s behavior. In truth, said behavior was in direct response to the silver-haired boy’s behavior; Luneth was rather casual in addressing the soldiers and staff of Castle Sasune. Refia already gave him grief for addressing Princess Sara as if she were a random traveler, although Sara actually seemed rather interested by it. Luneth addressing the king in a similar fashion, however, was what prompted Ingus to pull him aside.
Ingus hadn’t really expected much of a reaction given that Refia’s scoldings seemed to go in one ear and out the other, but he was surprised when Luneth retaliated with his own list of grievances. Ingus started off unamused by Luneth calling him a coward, but over time he seemed somewhat intrigued by Luneth’s yelling. It was almost adorable.
As if to emphasize his annoyance, Luneth took a few steps forward, gesturing angrily. Ingus wasn’t phased and gave him a light shove backwards. The Sasune soldier was rewarded with a glare from the Ur youth.
”I oughta kick your ass for that.” Luneth pouted. This resulted in a raised eyebrow from Ingus, which made Luneth even more annoyed. “Don’t look at me like that! I will!”
“You are a village boy. I am a trained soldier. I doubt it.”
“That’s not as good as you think. Your moves are too obvious. I would see them coming.”
Ingus paused, as if to process that information.
“...Too obvious, you say?”
“Yeah!” Luneth huffed. “I bet you Sasune guys all fight the same. You’re all trained the same anyway.”
Ingus stared intently at Luneth. He marched over to Luneth and locked eyes with him. Luneth felt himself hesitate under Ingus’ icy blue eyes, but he held his ground and kept his purple eyes trained on his opponent. There was a long silence. Then, Ingus spoke.
“Very well then. I am going to attack you. Let us see if you can truly predict what I will do.”
“Of course I will!” Luneth boasted. “You’re not so tough.”
If Ingus had a reply, he thought the better of it. Instead, he held his gaze with Luneth. Luneth remained at the ready, ready to intercept any arms or legs that came at him. And yet, Ingus did not move. The staring contest between the two was likely no more than a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Luneth started getting restless. What is this, some sort of psyche? Did Ingus simply want him to walk away? Was he just doing it to waste ti- Ingus attacked. In the split-second between the initial movement and the attack, Luneth cursed himself; He hadn’t considered the possibility of Ingus going for a headbutt, since what kind of trained soldier did that? All too late did Luneth notice that Ingus wasn’t going for a headbutt, but actually:
Smooch
The boy from Ur went wide-eyed as drew Ingus back, entertainment in his eyes betraying his stoic disposition. Luneth timidly put a hand to his lips as his face went scarlet.
“W-what was that?!” He said, a little too high-pitched for his liking.
“You said that you could predict what I was going to do.”
“Yeah, b-but that-I mean-that wasn’t-!” Luneth seemed unable to articulate his words before catching himself. He looked at Ingus, a smirk slowly appearing on his face. “Fine, you win. I really wasn’t expecting that. But just you wait! I’ll get you back for that. You won’t even see it coming!”
The boy in the purple sweater turned back to Ingus one last time before leaving. As he moved to follow, the soldier couldn’t help but notice that Luneth’s demeanor seemed to have perked up.
Re: FINAL FANTASY III
(tbh that intro’s accurate to their dynamic, just not in the way you’d expect)
“Where do you get off being so damn uptight?!”
Ingus’ dismissive glance did not change as Luneth continued to rant about the soldier’s behavior. In truth, said behavior was in direct response to the silver-haired boy’s behavior; Luneth was rather casual in addressing the soldiers and staff of Castle Sasune. Refia already gave him grief for addressing Princess Sara as if she were a random traveler, although Sara actually seemed rather interested by it. Luneth addressing the king in a similar fashion, however, was what prompted Ingus to pull him aside.
Ingus hadn’t really expected much of a reaction given that Refia’s scoldings seemed to go in one ear and out the other, but he was surprised when Luneth retaliated with his own list of grievances. Ingus started off unamused by Luneth calling him a coward, but over time he seemed somewhat intrigued by Luneth’s yelling.
It was almost adorable.
As if to emphasize his annoyance, Luneth took a few steps forward, gesturing angrily. Ingus wasn’t phased and gave him a light shove backwards. The Sasune soldier was rewarded with a glare from the Ur youth.
”I oughta kick your ass for that.” Luneth pouted. This resulted in a raised eyebrow from Ingus, which made Luneth even more annoyed. “Don’t look at me like that! I will!”
“You are a village boy. I am a trained soldier. I doubt it.”
“That’s not as good as you think. Your moves are too obvious. I would see them coming.”
Ingus paused, as if to process that information.
“...Too obvious, you say?”
“Yeah!” Luneth huffed. “I bet you Sasune guys all fight the same. You’re all trained the same anyway.”
Ingus stared intently at Luneth. He marched over to Luneth and locked eyes with him. Luneth felt himself hesitate under Ingus’ icy blue eyes, but he held his ground and kept his purple eyes trained on his opponent.
There was a long silence. Then, Ingus spoke.
“Very well then. I am going to attack you. Let us see if you can truly predict what I will do.”
“Of course I will!” Luneth boasted. “You’re not so tough.”
If Ingus had a reply, he thought the better of it. Instead, he held his gaze with Luneth. Luneth remained at the ready, ready to intercept any arms or legs that came at him. And yet, Ingus did not move. The staring contest between the two was likely no more than a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity.
Luneth started getting restless. What is this, some sort of psyche? Did Ingus simply want him to walk away? Was he just doing it to waste ti-
Ingus attacked.
In the split-second between the initial movement and the attack, Luneth cursed himself; He hadn’t considered the possibility of Ingus going for a headbutt, since what kind of trained soldier did that? All too late did Luneth notice that Ingus wasn’t going for a headbutt, but actually:
Smooch
The boy from Ur went wide-eyed as drew Ingus back, entertainment in his eyes betraying his stoic disposition. Luneth timidly put a hand to his lips as his face went scarlet.
“W-what was that?!” He said, a little too high-pitched for his liking.
“You said that you could predict what I was going to do.”
“Yeah, b-but that-I mean-that wasn’t-!” Luneth seemed unable to articulate his words before catching himself. He looked at Ingus, a smirk slowly appearing on his face. “Fine, you win. I really wasn’t expecting that. But just you wait! I’ll get you back for that. You won’t even see it coming!”
The boy in the purple sweater turned back to Ingus one last time before leaving. As he moved to follow, the soldier couldn’t help but notice that Luneth’s demeanor seemed to have perked up.