"Sounds like another idiot," she stated bluntly, her eyes slanted and darkened with annoyance. Already thinking of her own idiot made her features turn into a familiar scowl.

He laughed at her words, filling the area with mirth as he went. She felt her own lips twitch up as she listened. When his laugh evened out, she asked, "Is he blonde?"

"Yeah," he sounded surprised.

She nodded knowingly, closing her eyes as she felt the warmth of the setting sun on her face, imagining the colors she watched for the past five years. She had them memorised in a sense, though pretending to see the sunset in her mind's eye wasn't the same as actually seeing it. Beggers couldn't be choosers though, and her mental image of the sunset was all she had.

She allowed herself to pretend she really was simply closing her eyes as she basked in the last warmth of the day.

"You know what a blonde is?"

All pleasantness of the evening were suddenly flushed away. Irritation sparked in her as she ruthlessly turned her empty gaze at him. Before she could snarl at him, he quickly spoke, "I didn't mean it like that! I just, well, it sounds like you knew that sort of hair color, or at least, the color in general. Like you've seen blonde, as a color, before." His words were rushed and uneasy, it sounded like he was mentally beating himself up.

She relented slightly in her glare and turned away from him, staring into the world, imagining that the trees were all in the same place, that sun, by how it felt, was nerely gone and that soon. She could almost see it, in her mind's eye by simply looking through her memories. Easily, she told him, "I wasn't always blind."

She could almost sense him blink as she felt his gaze on her.

"You weren't born blind?" he asked.

She shook her head at him. "No, this happened recently," she told him. "This happened through an accident. A boy was too close to an explosive, thank Etro he got out with only small burns. I took more damage though and lost my sight through that heroic."

His gaze dropped from hers. "How long?" he asked quietly.

"It's been a few months now, probably nearly a year now. I don't know, I've sort of lost that sense in time." She chuckled humorlessly, "A year from work, its going to be hard getting back into my job, if I ever get my sight back."

"What was your job?"

"I was a Sergeant in the Guardian Corp."

He didn't bother hiding hte surprise in his voice. "You were in the GC?"

She hummed, confirming it.

"Really? You don't look like a soldier."

Another spark of irritation form his thoughtless phrase. When she spoke, she didn't bother to hide the bite in her words, "I may be blind, but I have not lost my ability to defend myself."

"So long as you stay in one place," he reasoned.

She growled at that.

He chuckled at her annoyance and frustration. He must have taken pity on her for he offered, "So how did you become a Sergeant? You look a little young for that rank."

"I flew up the ranks," she answered, "I had to, in a sense, in order to get better pay."

"You had too?" he sounded baffled. "Most teenagers that need money work as waiters or something."

"That pay is too cheap for what we really needed," she stated. "I needed money to pay for the house, bills, and my sister's education."

"Talk about devotion," she heard him mumur. She hummed again, leaning away from their spot when she no onger felt the sun, but the cool night. She heard his steps following her as she bgan to head back to her home, feeling her cell tickle her side.

"You really don't have to walk me back," she told him when she sensed that they were nearly there. She could hear the waves hitting the beach, hissing and murmuring as it went.

She fet his body shift at her side and guessed that he shrugged. "My evening with you are a lot more enjoyable than at home, so I don't mind. Do you?"

Surpringly no.

Which puzzled her. Then again, he didn't particularly judge or assume she was stupid and helpless for being blind. He was like Fang and Hope in the matter, they still treated her the same, even without her eye sight. She was thankful to find something like this from a stranger.

She stopped, as did he. She could feel his gaze on her, a confused stare likely. "Let me look at you," she said. "Since we'll be sharing that spot, I want to see what you ook like, Noctis."

"O, oh," he sounded surprised and nervous.

She ignored that though as she lifted her hand, and reached out. It hit the flat of his chest, feeling warm and firm. Her hand went up, traveling to his neck, feeling hte smooth skin under her fingers. She paused she found his pulse, listening it through her hand as it beat. It was beating a little faster than it should.

She traced her way up to his face. His was still smooth, unblemished it seemed. She felt his face, imagining it and putting the pieces together in a mental image as she swept up to his forehead; his hair lightly ticking her finger tips. She rested her hand there for a few seconds, merely enjoying the feel of his hair and skin against her hand.

For what seemed like eternity, she dropped her hand, noting how it felt cold in the empty air.

welp, i decided to continue on this drabble, especially since i got a few requests to do so :)