#the first time he got the better of her in a sparring match hed have a panic attack and be terrified he's turning into vic

[befuddled-calico-whump]

toying with the idea of far-future Sahota reluctantly taking on an apprentice after a pissed-off orphan begs to be trained under him so she can avenge her parents' deaths

[the-truth-will-light-the-sky]

Rainy Days in Insomnia

Young Prince Regis and his crew all cope with the rain differently. So, which one overthinks things and who gets to spend the entire day listening to jazz?

Prince Regis

Contrary to belief, Prince Regis loves the rain.

In fact, he rejoices whenever it pours.

The main reason for this is the fact that he has the excuse to stay in the Citadel.

And when he has nowhere else to go, then he’s got a very good reason to go and visit his father, King Mors.

The prince would engage his father in every conversation possible, or challenge him to a game of chess to which the prince always, always loses.

He doesn’t mind his chess blunders, however. Every moment he can spend with his father, whether he gets a good scolding, a long lecture on chess, politics or even ehem, adult things,  Regis doesn’t mind at all. At least he doesn’t have to attend to his princely duties that would take up so much of his time away from his father.

During rainy days, Regis is very much the only person who is active in the Citadel.

He’d bother Clarus to no end with his talk, or ask Cor Leonis to  spar with him. 

Sometimes, Regis would pitch some of the Crownsguard or Kingsglaive for Cor, amused in the confused expression of the young soldier whenever someone tries to flirt with him.

If no one else is available to be engaged in conversation and other such things, Regis amuses himself with books.

The other thing he ever bothers himself with is music. He can’t play any instruments save for a couple of songs in the guitar, but he listens to his collection of valses, concertos and most of all, songs by the latest Jazz or country singers. 

With the latter, Cid was a huge influence. Not the cowboy kind as the prince is not fond of it even one bit, but the relaxing, home-feel kind of songs.

Expect Regis to drink a hot beverage, especially chai tea whenever the weather gets cold and dreary.

Owns a very expensive foldable black umbrella. He likes keeping it with him if he has no choice but to travel in the rain. He would share it, but of course, not with strangers. 

He’s the one who, if he had the choice, would buy a transparent umbrella. But he’s supposed to be incognito out in the streets so he can’t.

Also, speaking of choices, if the young Prince can be extra lively in the halls, he would. Although, he’s the one who’s bound to be greeting everyone with an extra cheery tone just to lift the mood. 

Sleeping on a cold night is one of Regis’ favourites. He looks forward to it with a smile on his face.

He curls up in his luxurious Lucian duvet, feeling the soft texture of his bedsheets against his skin even as the Fulgurian shows his might in the grey skies.

He likes to spray his room with a light scented perfume to help him ease in to beautiful sleep.

Regis is actually very indulgent of himself in the rain. Expect him to reach for a nice slice of decadent cake and a glass of wine as he’s all cozy in front of the fireplace either in his study or in his father’s solar as the rain pours outside.

A warning or not. Don’t sit beside Regis on the couch, especially on a rainy afternoon.

Because if he falls asleep, he’ll cuddle the next person until he wakes up half an hour later. Everyone learned this the hard way. 

Not even Cid’s excessing cursing of ‘son of a garula’ or ‘wretched bastard’  or ‘gerrofff me or I’ll strangle yer royal throat kid’, Regis won’t budge. And boy, Cid would never stop making everyone wake Regis up. It makes for a good photo op for Weskham, however.

Clarus Amicitia

Clarus is a sleepy man on rainy days.

Nothing lulls him to sleep better than the soft pattering of rain on the roofs and windows.

No one is surprised to see the man nodding off on meetings or curled up in a corner of the solar, a book laid flat on his face, snoring the rainy day away.

No amount of coffee wakes him up.

The only thing that could stop him from falling asleep on a grey day is a sparring match.

So when the rain comes, everybody shuffles away from the young Amicitia’s path.

No one wants to be his sparring partner for the whole day, not even Cor. He’s much too strong for everyone.

Regis made the mistake of accepting his request and ended up looking as a haggard, rain-soaked and ruffled chocobo after that. Never again, said Regis.

In days when Clarus can resist the temptation to sleep in as it rains cats and dogs outside, he’d be found walking around the perimeter of the Citadel several times.

It is during these rare days that Clarus can be engaged in any kind of conversation. He’s a bit of a curt man, but when it rains, he relaxes somewhat, thus making him quite open to socialising with people he works with.

Clarus is the one who can detect if it’s going to rain because of his hobby of watching his environment.

As soon as Clarus predicts the rain coming, Weskham would buy all of his ingredients to stock up for his ‘rainy day comfort food’.

If he’s supposed to be out in the rain, he brings out his huge umbrella. It fits everyone under it.

Clarus likes to sleep in early during rainy nights. He can’t be made to stay up when the feel of his comfy bed beckons him to a wonderful night full of sleep.

Veritas a.k.a. V

She has a love-hate relationship with the rain.

Veritas likes the fact that whenever it rains, everybody stays indoors. It brings everyone together.

A busy Regis becomes very much engaged in every conversation. A sleepy Clarus is lightly snoring on the couch as everybody huddles by the fire. A contemplative Cor puts up the best topic for debate. And Cid, well…Cid brings in the fire in the cracker. Meaning, he’s the one who gets everyone either arguing or laughing in the room, even King Mors.

Veritas is very much inclined to delve into her ‘gentle hobbies’, as Regis likes to call it.

The immortal would curl up in one corner, preferably near the window or the fire and start doing some embroidery work. Sometimes, she’d take a pencil and her notebook and would start to either draw or write. And when she finds a new book, she’d be busy reading it, too.

Just don’t leave her with nothing to do on a rainy day.

Rainy day makes her feel down. She remembers the days she spent with the First King of Lucis and how he held her inside the Citadel for days just so she wouldn’t escape him. She hated those days. And the rain makes her remember such horrible things.

Cid is the one who is able to coax her to get up from her seat and hover over to watch the card game.

She’s highly likely to tell Cor Leonis of what cards Regis has in his hand, to which Regis calls her out on it, daring her to try the game herself. 

She tries it, but fails. All the time. She’s horrible with games.

She’s the target of one such Prince Regis whenever he’s in one of his dancing moods. He’d pull her up from her seat to whirl her about the room as his favorite valse is playing, says he needs to practice for that moment he finds the opportunity to dance with Aulea. She agrees; he can dance, but not without mischief.

She’s not averse to sparring. She’ll spar with Clarus. But only once. 

Her energy’s too low on rainy days.

Except when she has been engaged in some sort of activity the day before, then she’ll be inclined to try and finish it even on a dreary day.

She’s extra sociable in rainy nights. She’ll be happy to answer questions or tell stories. Just don’t ask her about Somnus Lucis Caelum her ex-something. She’d clam up and change the subject all too obviously. 

Veritas likes to drink hot chocolate as she gazes out into the window.

The smell of the rain doesn’t bother her at all.

Cid Sophiar

Rain? What rain?

Cid Sophiar doesn’t care whether it is raining cats and dogs or blazing like a hundred degree oven outside. Nothing stops him from doing whatever it is that he needs to do.

He likes to work on his cars and machines even if the rain is dripping down on his skin, as long as his precious leather jacket stays out of the way.

One is bound to find the mechanic strolling about Insomnia in the rain without his umbrella.

He doesn’t even get sick when he does so.

He likes to feel the rain against his skin, revelling in the way it falls on him.

When it rains and Cid is with his friends, expect a whole tirade of stories.

Cid likes to tell stories whenever the rain pours down. Everyone is there with him escaping the rain, so he has all the reason to be sociable, right?

He almost always tells the exact same stories that whenever he has the dialogues coming up, either Regis or Weskham would mouth the words quietly while doing the exact same gestures as Cid does when he blurts out the lines.

When he has the chance, he’d blast up the volume of his radio as it plays his favourite songs.

Regis curls in the sofa of Cid’s house, pulling the pillows over his head, groaning in contempt.

However Regis might hate Cid’s rainy day playlist of swamp music, the prince is delighted to partake in Cid’s delicious comfort food: tacos.

Everybody loves Cid’s comfort food for rainy days. Veritas especially loves the chili, to which she is the direct competitor to the limited stock of it against Cor Leonis.

But when the night comes and it is still raining, Cid Sophiar becomes quiet.

He likes to look out the window, watching the rain against the glass, the bokeh effect of lights beautiful in his eyes.

He stares a lot at his hands, too, wondering just how his life is going by in front of his eyes. He can be very mellow in rainy nights.

But when the morning comes, he forgets everything.

And he’s Cid Sophiar all over again. All fire and energy, as usual.

Cor Leonis

The sulkiest boy in Lucis.

Cor Leonis hates the rain.

Allergy boy. Sneezes incessantly whenever it starts raining.

He can’t go outside to get some fresh air.

Plus, it gets him into one of his moods.

On rainy days, Cor Leonis contemplates on his own existence.

He questions the decisions he’s made or the ones he is going to make.

His family is of a lesser status as those serving the Crown of Lucis. His decision was to make some sort of distinction for themselves. But he was wondering if he did the right thing.

Instead of going to school or acting like boys his age, he was serving the King of Lucis, secluded within the walls of the Citadel, hearing of news of threats against the kingdom instead of listening to jokes or lessons.

He doesn’t mind those, however. What he kept thinking about is if he’s worthy to be serving the royal family in the first place.

Aside from this, there’s just something about the rain that makes him feel so aware of things.

He’s extra observant of the way the light shifts in the room whenever a storm cloud passes by, or whenever the fire crackles in the fireplace, the distant sound of cars drowned out in the rain, or the sweet scent of hot tea as it lingers in the air of every room in the Citadel.

He likes to stand in front of the windows and just stare out into nothingness, a cup of coffee or barley tea in his hand.

He’s rather fond of the conversations that King Mors and Prince Regis would engage in. He’s often being invited to join, and the laughter or the banters that would echo in the room would comfort him from his rather dreadful reveries.

Cor likes the valses in the rain, too. He likes to listen as the records play out with the scratches echoing from the speaker.

He’d listen to the music as his hand touches every surface he could find, revelling in the way that his senses are even more sensitive in the rain.

Rainy days are the best time to make Cor Leonis memorise something. He’s got nothing else to do, so better make the most of it and ask him to memorise a military strategy or a poem, or anything at all. Except maps, of course. He’s bad at remembering geography.

Weskham Armaugh (before they left for Accordo)

The deep-voiced retainer loves to take things easy on a rainy day.

He’s not sleepy like Clarus nor is he moody like Cor.

No. Weskham drops every appointment he makes and stays indoors. 

He can do some paper work and research, but his priority is to sit back and relax as he listens to the rain.

He’s one of those ‘romantics’ who would light up a candle in his room, put up some incense or sandalwood scent, as well as playing some soft music like jazz to complement the mood.

He’s an intellectual, but he doesn’t shy away from feeling his senses, mainly those that eases some of his troubles away.

Expect him to run a bath at the end of the day, warm and relaxing, a glass of wine in his hand as he reads his new book.

Despite his ‘idle’ state, Weskham gets most of his work done during rainy days. The more relaxed he is, the more he can focus on his work.

Weskham whips up the best soup or pasta on rainy days and everyone looks forward to it.

His friends, and even some of the Kingsglaive would wait in the kitchen as he finishes up his delicious food.

The kitchen becomes one of the liveliest place in the Citadel because of him.

Even King Mors would look forward to Weskham’s famous Lucian Tomato and Olives Pasta.

He’s most susceptible to singing while it’s raining. It gets him into one of his moods wherein he can be heard singing from outside his door.

And he’s got a really good voice, too.