#YALL I JUST SAW THE LIGHTS FLICKER I GOTTA POST THIS FAST

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hiding in Tartaglia’s cape and he ends up sparring with Capitano with melusine y/n watching

Capitano: your cape is moving eleventh.

Foul legacy: ?

Y/n wiggling free, looking around, confused.: ehh?

Capitano: . . .

Foul legacy: . . .

Y/n: . . . This isn’t Fontaine.

more Capitanooooooo i love this guy he's so fun and silly

the First Harbinger grows used to your presence during the spars, the sight of your little legs idly kicking as you lean forward from the sidelines in awe. it's fascinating to see how they move, Capitano versus Foul Legacy in an elegant dance of blades and arrows. even before you were pulled into this world, you've never been much of a fighter, and the sight fills you with amazement and worry and the tiniest bit of fear. it's graceful and deadly and fast as lightening, the way they spar, and whenever either of them have the upper hand you always cheer for both of your friends, clapping your mittens together. Legacy and Capitano always seem to have the best training sessions when you're around- it spurs them on, your joyful waves and laughter, the way wonderful life glows in your eyes after so long of being hurt

Foul Legacy practically collapses once it's over, breathing heavily and letting out an exhausted, delighted chirp when you trot over and flop down next to him, soaking up his natural chill against the hot Natlan sun. Capitano sits on your other side, reaching a hand out to carefully pat your head, his gauntlet providing more cool touches of metal, and you sigh in relief. after a moment he, too, slowly lies on the ground. it'd be a funny sight to anyone passing by- an Abyssal monster, a Melusine covered in shimmering scars, and the FIrst Fatui Harbinger all amidst the grass, staring up at the sky. terrifying, but funny. not for you, though, as you idly tap your hand over Capitano's in a tiny high-five, cuddling up to your blissfully cool Abyssal monster. after a moment the Harbinger's hand taps yours back, and your antennae wiggle happily