#alisaie and alphinaud know half each

[rousedwhisperingdawn]

FFXIV Endwalker character tier list

#ffxiv #endwalker #6.0 #spoilers #6.0 spoilers #tier list #alisaie and alphinaud know half each #different halves

[wildstar25]

Arsay Nun

B A S I C S

Name Arsay Nūn Nicknames None, her name doesn't shorten well (call her Ars and you will be on the wrong end of her blade ^^) Age ARR -> 22 (+5 years in lifestream stasis that Arsay is completely unaware of) Dawntrail -> 25 (+5 years) Nameday 3rd Sun of the Third Umbral Moon Race Miqo'te, "Greeter of the Star" (a.k.a: Keeper/Seeker mix [South Shroud/U tribe] ) Gender She/Her Probably non-binary but has a job so she ain't got time to worry about all of that... Orientation Bisexual, Polyromantic Profession Adventurer, Warrior of Light & Darkness, Scion of the Seventh Dawn, Full time kitty cat

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair Midnight Blue with patches of red tip patterning concentrated around the back and sides of her head! Thick with the slightest bit of wave (often gets brushed out) Eyes Ruby Red Skin Very Light Olive with white facial stripes and darker pigmented nose. Tans well but never sticks for long. Tattoos/scars One visible scar on the cheek, multiple around her body which get glammed over. After endwalker, her right hand has a high concentration of scaring around the knuckles & palm (A consequence of her final fight in ultima thul and the proceeding surgery needed to reset the incorrectly healed bones.) She has various arcane geometric patterns marked into her skin in aetheric ink. One at the back of her neck, one on each forearm right above the inner elbow, one banded around her ankle. They are also glammed over to be invisible to the naked eye, but those who are well attuned to seeing aether would see them glow faintly as Arsay casts summoning spells.

F A M I L Y

Parents Sapir Nun & U'hbi Tia (deceased 1552, 6th astral era, killed in combat to the first wave of Garlean invaders in Doma)

Emrara Emra (Guardian/Adoptive Aunt, very much alive in the south sea isles)

Siblings Alphinaud and Alisaie (adopted younger siblings) Grandparents: Unknown and/or deceased In-laws and Other: G'raha (Husband), Y'shtola (Wife) Y'mhitra (Sister in law) Generally main scion members are family to her in different ways Cid and Nero (Weird Uncles) U'odh Nunh (unconfirmed but most likely half first cousin) (There are three female face 4 miqo'te in the U tribe and I HC that those three are the most closely related to Arsay's Dad in some way I've yet to really piece together.) Pets Couscous the carbuncle, Fish the Chocobo

S K I L L S

Abilities Physical: -Multiple Combat styles (Dual blades, Pole arm, Single blade, Hand to Hand, Marksmanship, Knife throwing) -Typical scouting techniques (invisibility, tracking, assassination, can move without making a sound) -Greater agility, dexterity, flexibility, balance, and strength -High Stamina -Strong Swimmer -Great Climber Magical: -Advanced Aetheric Manipulation (Elemental Conversion, Creation) -Summoning, Channelling (Dreadwyrm Trance available at moments notice) Other: -Knows how to sail a ship -Can navigate on land and sea without a map or compass -Can rally and inspire others to achieve great things together!

Hobbies: - Monster Hunting - Fishing - Frontlines - Crystalline Conflict (recreational league) - General exploring/mystery hunting&solving

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Her big heart! She'd do anything for the people she cares about Worst Negative: Terrible sense of self-worth. Needs to do things for other people or she goes insane with anxiety and guilt. Hates being looked after.

L I K E S

Colors: Red! Its her favourite. Smells: the ocean, the breeze through the forest, tropical zones with humidity in the air, her partners Textures: Furs, Leathers, Silky or soft textiles. Drinks: Spiced Chai, Coffee with Cardamom, Citrus of any type and Water

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: nope, the only smoke from her is her smoke bombs Drinks: only socially, and not a whole lot. Does not like feeling out of control of herself. Mount Issuance: Probably! Tataru would help her get it all set up at least Been Arrested: Almost but she always gets out of it UvU

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#ffxiv #WOL posting #Arsay Nun #Arsay Nun Lore

[kicktwine]

beating my writers block back with a fork again, this time everyone goes to sleep

Ch’ari Tia returns to Ala Ghiri and immediately makes a beeline to the hammocks. 

He swears, every time something Happens, which happens a lot, something Happening, and he doesn’t get time enough to take an uninterrupted catnap afterwards, a cherub dies. Ala Ghiri has kindly set up rows of woven hammocks to cater to the influx of people, some of which are already taken by bandaged or exhausted rebels. Ch’ari finds an empty one next to a wall, and collapses into its sun-warmed embrace, letting the tense conversation wash over him. 

He is simply not going to think about it until his head is clearer. That’s been his solution for many things, and it’s worked well enough so far. Every time he is forced to make a split-second decision it comes out more violently and stupidly than he means it to, but every time he is allowed to think he ends up with something resembling an intelligent response. It is why he doesn’t speak much in conversations of politics or conflict — better to leave the talking to someone who can think rationally in the heat of the moment, not someone whose first instinct is to pull his tongue at the tyrant. 

Naps are a wonderful cure for overthinking and stress and all those associated emotions. It is late in the afternoon now, such that a beautiful gold light warms the stones and colored fabrics of Ala Ghiri, which means it is the perfect time of day to have one. 

Speaking of overthinking. Ch’ari squints open one eye at the sound of his friends, who he made sure were inside and talking with General Raubahn (who is yalms in that direction, he could have sworn), who are not talking with the General. Instead, Lyse is talking to the General, and Alphinaud and Alisaie seem to be busy talking with the injured, taking notes in Alphinaud’s small sketchbook. 

Ch’ari frowns. That is not what that’s for, someone should have given Alphinaud a proper notebook or something, not let him use his charcoal paper for war notes. That, and they should both be resting, after the disaster that was the tower — Ch’ari had never seen them so shaken, which is not something he wants to extend however possible. Both of their backs are straight, however, going about some errand with business-like airs. One would think them unaffected. 

Except, notably, for the fact that they have not let go of each others’ hands since then. 

Alisaie glares at anyone who looks at them for too long, as if daring them to say anything about it. She is not doing the talking, she keeps one hand on her brother’s and one hand on her rapier. Alphinaud, greatly inconvenienced by the fact that he has one hand for notetaking, seems content to walk in front and half-pull her around behind him, as if he were the one who initiated, not her. Shielding her from any such comments, in his own way. Though, Ch’ari notes, his is the tighter grip, and he refuses to even let go to adjust his pen. 

His eye tracks them all the way through ten hammocks, and in that time he thinks, and he decides that if they will not do as they’re told and rest (which he thought Raubahn would tell them to do, and he suspects he did, they’re just not listening) he will simply have to make them. 

Alphinaud’s ears perk when he sees Ch’ari lounging in the next hammock, and he trots up at a respectful distance to greet him. “Taking a well-deserved rest for once?” He asks. Alisaie regards how his limbs are all sprawled in different directions, and conceals a snort with her unchanging expression. 

“Yes sir,” Ch’ari drawls. “I think my muscles may well have fallen off if I didn’t stop moving right this second.”

“You have done the most busywork out of anyone. How are you faring? Do you need anything?”

“Well enough. Is that what your little notes are for? Askin’ everyone if they need anything?”

“Oh— yes. Sort of. I thought — we thought it would be prudent to ensure everyone is having their needs attended to, you know. After such an event it’s very likely we’re missing things, equipment, injuries, anything like that.”

“To make sure no one’s hiding anything,” Alisaie says, accusation tinging her voice. Ch’ari ignores her, he’s innocent of all crime. Or, that crime, at least.

And it’s a good way to do virtually nothing while keeping your hands busy, Ch’ari notes. Ala Ghiri’s healers are exceptional, and so are their organization leaders, and whosoever’s needs are not attended to will probably be attended to very soon. 

“Well,” Ch’ari says, “In that case I uppose I would be glad for…” and he trails off nonsense-mumbling, side-eyeing the twins. 

“Sorry, what was that?” Alphinaud asks, stepping closer to hear him. Ch’ari does not often ask for much, preferring to get it himself. Alisaie squints.

“Oh, you know, some… mrghprrhms.” Trails off again. Alphinaud cocks his head and furrows his brows. 

“You… May have to speAUGH!”

As soon as he’s in grabbing range Ch’ari‘s arm snakes out and snags him around the waist, yanking him into the hammock with an ungrateful squawk and sending Alisaie tripping over her feet after him. She manages to remain standing, bent over the hammock with a flabbergasted stare as Alphinaud is wrestled into the empty space at Ch’ari’s side. 

“Ari!” he yelps.

“Get rested, blue boy!” Ch’ari crows. 

“No! I have to — my sketchbook!” Said book and pen has fallen to the ground beneath the hammock, blessedly closed and not bent on some page. Alphinaud grabs his sister’s arm with his now-free other hand, trying to pull himself out, but Ch’ari tightens his grip.

“Ch’ari, release my brother,” Alisaie says. 

Ch’ari aims a look full of evil intent her way. “What’ll you give me for him?”

“Ten Gil.”

“Ten?!” Alphinaud‘s muffled voice cries. 

“Fifteen.”

“Mmm… not sufficient. He is very warm, you see.”

Alisaie’s hand slowly frees itself from her brother’s so she can aim an unimpressed arm-fold his way. It shakes, but only slightly. “Incorrect, I know for a fact his circulation is terrible.”

“Really? How’s yours—“ Ch’ari lunges and just barely manages to grab Alisaie by the middle, even though she saw him coming and tried to dodge out of the way. He yanks her into the hammock as well with a triumphant “Too slow!”, but Alisaie is determined not to go down as easily as Alphinaud. As soon as her back hits the hammock she wriggles sideways at full force, sending the entire hammock swinging wildly. It twists in the middle and Alisaie realizes her Horrible Mistake and clings to it to avoid being unceremoniously dumped on the ground, tail straight out and waving from side to side in an attempt to balance. 

They must look ridiculous, a crumpled bundle of hammock with three puffed out tails sticking out the bottom and flailing arms gripping the sides. Eventually, though, Ch’ari manages to pull a nearly upside-down Alisaie against his other side, the hammock curling over their sides. 

Alisaie’s tail thwacks against the ground, her ears getting red. “Let go of me this instant!” She hisses. 

Ch’ari tries very hard not to laugh at her and almost succeeds by covering it with a large comical yawn. “I don’t think I will, really!” He says. 

“We have things to do,” Alphinaud complains, notably not moving. Alisaie tries to push herself up and out, but the hammock rocks unstably again and she ends up stuck in a crouch lest she be flipped upside down again. 

“Yeah, you have resting to do,” Ch’ari says, his voice losing the silly affect and his ears going flat. “When was the last time you slept?”

“This morning,” Alphinaud says with what is decidedly not a pout. Alisaie slowly looks away and mutters something guiltily. 

“They do not need your help right now. They have it handled,” Ch’ari says firmly, gesturing to the Ala Mhigan healers bustling efficiently to and fro. “If anything, they should be handling you.”

He pulls Alisaie back down, and thankfully she doesn’t resist this time. She still seems uncomfortable with being held, at all, something Ch’ari specifically remembers Alphinaud being unfamiliar with until he did it some five or six times. He’s surprised he’s so reticent to the concept, but he chalks that up to being a Miqo’te thing. 

“I’m afraid I’m too awake to sleep,” Alisaie says, quietly. “If that’s what you intend to make me do.”

“I intend you to sleep by your own merits, be it now or in the very near future. Do not make me sleep spell you,” he threatens. 

“Don’t.”

“It isn’t even night,” Alphinaud mutters.

“Unrelated,” Ch’ari yawns. A real yawn, this time. And he’s not just being stubborn — the twins look like raccoons on their best days, and after today, they look like sad Ishgardian relief painting children. Very dark circles-y, and not much like children and more like strange blob things. That last part is an exaggeration on the part of the twins but not Ishgardian painted artwork. Clearly, sculpture is their area of expertise. 

“I am going to sleep. You can join me if you wish, but you’re staying right here and resting at least until I’ve started snoring, savvy? Then you can keep doing… whatever it is you were doing.”

Alphinaud sighs. “Fine. You fall asleep in an instant anyways.”

“Very well,” Alisaie mutters. “I’ve embarrassed myself enough today, might as well go for gold. At least you chose a hammock out of the crowd.”

“I’d never choose a middle hammock. Too noisy,” Ch’ari says. He pulls both twins closer to his sides. “Five minutes, at most.”

(Twenty minutes later, Lyse sneaks a picture of Ch’ari splayed on his back in a hammock, Alphinaud curled up against his left side and Alisaie with her arms folded and head dropped onto the Miqo’te’s shoulder, all soundly asleep. Alphinaud’s arm is slung over Ch’ari’s chest, his hand held securely by Alisaie’s. Unfortunately, the picture doesn’t capture Ch’ari purring like a ceruleum motor.)

#my writing #again. No Edits this is just written like in my notes app I don’t think while doing these #Ch’ari #ffxiv #play game #alphinaud leveilleur #alisaie leveilleur #all I have in me is soft. Points a gun at the twins and when it goes off it’s just a soft explosion of cotton. Get fluffed idiot

[snow-system-wol]

On gender, bodily autonomy, and being a Leveilleur -- concepts that are sometimes in conflict with each other, for Alphinaud.

(neither confirmed to be canon nor noncanon to S'ria's series.

Tw for some pretty psychologically questionable parenting.)

Very few things in Alphinaud's life were his. Most of his belongings were bought in matching pairs with Alisaie, something that he resented more over the years, and everything else seemed to be owned by the Leveilleur family itself. His room, once he had grown old enough to stop sharing with Alisaie, hardly felt his own. If he happened to leave it a touch too messy, it was clean the next time he returned – which gave few illusions about privacy.

He was glad that he had only complained about comparatively minor things in his journaling thus far, rather than about family, as it became clear that, well – he suspected someone was reading them. His mom always seemed to know just a bit more than she should about his social life. Alphinaud wasn't mad at her for worrying, he just… if nothing else, it was good incentive to improve some basic illusion magic. Wards would be suspicious, but looking like there was nothing to miss in the first place was not.

He'd still rather avoid writing anything down that is too sensitive.

Half the time his achievements hardly felt his own, many of his professors commenting on how he was doing his father proud with his academic success. (If he was, Alphinaud was the last to know. He wasn't sure anything of the like had ever been said out loud.) Was it so bad to want his teachers to recognize him on his own merits?

With all of that placed on him, it'd be easy to say the only thing of Alphinaud's that was truly his would be his body. That wasn't quite true though, was it? It'd never really been his, not since the gods decided it would be a fine trick for Alisaie and him to be exactly alike in body. Blessedly, she'd understood, and their parents had also been…reasonable.

Only reasonable though, no more than that. Mother continued to insist on their shared twin outfits – and while they weren't extensively feminine, maybe he'd be mistaken for Alisaie a touch less often if they were allowed to be more distinct. And Father… Alphinaud wasn't sure. He seemed glad to have a son as part of his legacy and was steadfast in referring to him as such. However, the one or two times Alphinaud had discussed anything that would actually affect his body it had been soundly rejected with little explanation. His parents seemed somewhat offended by the idea even.

Alisaie had suggested they just make do, try to get what he needed on the sly. Alphinaud had been very sure that anything above board would immediately get back to their parents and, if Sharlayan even had a medicinal black market, it certainly wasn't one that a few young teenagers would get very far in. Alphinaud had appreciated the effort.

Perhaps if he compiled more research on the safety and benefits of such things at his age, they would be convinced – and he could get started on that just as soon as this term lightened up a little bit.

A part of him worried they would not allow him to say his piece, even with all that.

And more pressingly, he was running out of patience. Alphinaud was getting a bit… he didn't have a good word for it, not really, but it was a sort of "crawling out of his skin" feeling. His friends were good about recognizing him, but if one more person called him by Alisaie's name or her pronouns… for the love of all that is good, that's what the different colored hair ribbons were supposed to at least help with. Alphinaud just wanted that to never happen again, anything was better. Even if there'd be consequences.

Alphinaud was feeling so impulsive that he nearly acted immediately, but he went to talk to Alisaie first. Not to hear her opinion (she'd likely support a little disobedience on his part anyway, and he wasn't looking for advice), but to give her a courtesy warning that there could be a familial problem.

Impulsivity did not suit him well, but this situation called for it – or perhaps his head was just not clear enough to think things through, just this once.

Alphinaud knew that hair did not mean much for gender – his and Alisaie's hair was more or less the same as their father's. Many men in Sharlayan had longer hair.

Many, but not the majority of them, though, and more importantly, he would no longer be mistaken for Alisaie ever again. He was a bit mournful, knowing he'd miss his hair.

(Alphinaud liked his hair, he didn't want to feel ashamed of it or feel like it was a hurdle between him and comfort. Honestly, he was surprised that Alisaie didn't offer to just chop her own hair off instead, for how much she complained about taking care of it. Oh, Mother would cry if she did, though.)

It was quick and clean. Leaving his hair tied and braided meant that there was little mess once it was chopped off. His head suddenly felt so light and he mourned it as much as it was freeing. Looking at the long braid in his hand, he felt his stomach drop. There was a giddy excitement in that he'd fixed a problem, but now he had an entirely new and incredibly imminent problem.

It did not take more than a few moments for Mother and Father to realize what he'd done, when he joined them in the dining room. She gasped, and Father's hand visibly tightened around his fork, and Alisaie avoided looking at anyone. Mother seemed about to protest and question Alphinaud, but Father abruptly standing and striding out of the room interrupted whatever thought may have been in her mind.

It was an excruciatingly quiet and rather brief dinner. Alphinaud found himself with very little appetite.

Any remaining desire to eat vanished completely when a member of the staff approached him near the end of the meal. He was informed that his presence was requested in his father's study, at his earliest convenience. Alisaie looked as though she wanted to stop him from going, but – what was the worst that could happen, aside from a somewhat harrowing conversation? Father had ever been the type to heal their injuries, not cause them.

That didn't mean the walk to the study was not terrifying. The door was already open and Alphinaud rapped gently on the doorframe before entering, trying not to do anything else that may break etiquette. Father bade him to sit across from him. Even both seated, he still towered over Alphinaud. Father stared at him with this intense scrutiny and he wondered whether anything was to be said or if he was simply meant to be judged until he broke and apologized for it himself. Father eventually relented, speaking in a tone that was nearly completely calm.

"For me, my appearance has even been a point of discipline. There is a dignity in it, showing the world that one is at least committed to their public perception, the diligence of putting in the extra effort to neatly braid one's hair every morning as one prepares to face the day. Are you ashamed of following my example in that? Unwilling?"

Alphinaud cleared his throat, willing his voice to stay steady. "That is not it, Father, I should be proud to look like you. The only matter that prompted this choice was having an identical sister."

"And this was so urgent that you could not settle it in discussion?" Alphinaud felt that there was no point in reminding him that he'd already tried, among other wishes he'd expressed. "Leveilleurs do not make impulsive choices, Alphinaud."

There was not much to be said to that – it was impulsive, Alphinaud knew that. He stayed quite still as Father stood from his seat, slowly making his way around Alphinaud's chair. He felt just the tiniest bit scared with Father fully in his blind spot, but equally felt silly for that fear. Really, there was nothing that had made it a rational response.

A hand was laid on the back of Alphinaud's head – gently, of course, only slightly startling for that moment. The rush of magic against his skin was warm and familiar, the same sensation of healing magic he'd felt for over a decade of bruises and scrapes and sprains.

Alphinaud was confused at what the point of that was, what Father was doing, until the near-painful prickling across his scalp made itself known. Ah. Healing magic could be used to rapidly speed the regeneration of flesh and bone, but that was not where its capabilities stopped.

Alphinaud felt the sudden urge to cry and decided that that would be the one response he would not allow before he left this room. It wasn't even that it hurt much, it was barely even uncomfortable – it just rendered all of the relief, all of the anxiety and worry, so completely pointless.

The flow of magic finally ceased and hands deftly returned his hair to a perfect braid, Father remaining wordless for this process. He took care not to cause any undue physical discomfort and that was almost worse.

Of all the responses Alphinaud was prepared for upon cutting his hair short, he had not expected Father to reject that decision so thoroughly that he would simply undo it.

Of course – very few things in Alphinaud's life were actually his, public appearance included.

#alphinaud leveilleur #character study #kinda? #writing #tw psychological abuse #I'm not sure if that's the best way to refer to it but TW for some very questionable parenting anyway #is Alphinaud trans in S'ria's universe? i have no idea

[ievaxol]

This one is kinda cheating but:

Seike #3 👀👀👀

På andra sidan jorden är vi samma kött och blod Det är nåt som aldrig kommer ändras När vi tittar upp så ser vi ändå samma sol

Liten & Lost - Myra Granberg

Alisaie's hand hovers in the air like a question. The door to Seike's quarters looms large and uninviting in front of her and she's already started the march back to her own room twice before angrily circling back, glaring at the door as though it would simply give way.

It's just -- it's been a long time.

There is a sucking pit in her stomach and every time she blinks she is half asleep again, transported back to the nightmare that woke her and she really needs some company but it's been a year and it's the middle of the night on top of that, she really should just go back to her room and wait it out, Seike is probably asleep --

The door swings open, because while her head was busy running wild her body knows the familiar motions and let Alisaie's hand fall twice on the wood.

Seike is the very picture of exhaustion, hair tossed back in a messy bun and slouching in a way she'd never be caught dead doing otherwise -- but her red-rimmed eyes light up upon seeing Alisaie.

Alisaie attempts stoicism but it melts away the moment Seike places an arm around her shoulder and leads her inside; she lists against her with a shuddering breath, so grateful for the company she can barely process it.

"Alisaie!"

Of course Alphinaud is already here. A smile tugs at the corners of Alisaie's mouth at seeing him sitting on Seike's bed, duvet covers piled around him and a cup of tea in hand.

"Little brother." She acknowledges him with an exaggerated, haughty sniff and is rewarded with a shaky grin.

"No fighting now," Seike murmurs, squeezing Alisaie closer for a moment before she lets go and heads toward the tea kettle. "It's way past your bedtime."

Alisaie crawls onto the bed with Alphinaud, scuffing him aside and unashamedly stealing a little more than half the covers. He shoves her shoulder in retaliation, but she can tell it's mostly the ritual of it.

"Trouble sleeping?" He asks quietly and she shrugs noncommittally. "Me too."

They fall into silence until Seike returns and presses a cup of steaming herbal tea into Alisaie's hands, following up with a playful flick at the tip of her nose.

"We say thanks for the tea in this room."

"Thanks," Alisaie says dutifully and then sticks her tongue out just to see Seike smile, quietly glad that some of the fatigue seems to lift as she does.

Alphinaud hums next to her and Seike rakes his fringe back with her fingers, affection bleeding out of her and crowding out every single bad thought, every last dreg of nightmare -- for both of them, Alisaie imagines.

Sometimes Alisaie thinks about the fact that Seike had an entire village of siblings before them, and her heart aches with it; sometimes it feels as though Seike didn't know what to do with all the love that remained when they were gone, and Alisaie is selfishly glad that she and Alphinaud can share in it.

While she hasn't worked up the courage to tell Seike straight out that she regards her as an older sister and that she knows for a fact Alphinaud does as well, she is comfortable enough to demand that she sits down in front of them so they can play with her hair.

"I missed you both," Seike says so quiet it's near lost to the night, and Alisaie feels a lump form in her throat.

"Likewise," they echo.

Morning finds the three of them sound asleep, draped over each other like fox kits.

#LISTENNNNNNNNNNNN listen seike alphinaud alisaie sibling relationship is so core to what her character is to me that i. augh. ough #seike crescent deciding she'd never let anyone crawl into that howling grieving place in her heart again and the twins doing it anyway #this is set in shb the first night they all spend in the crystarium #shb seike is so much more openly affectionate and tactile with the twins it made me a little emotional to write #behind closed doors she can put the mantle down and mess around with the family she's grown to love #her relationships with lots of other characters are big and fraught between seike and wol!seike #but once the twins and her go through hw she'd do anything for them #not complicated not hard to parse just. theyre her little brother and sister. end of story. its 3 am #im very. ;-;. themst. #seike #mine writing

[cinnabun-faerie]

I hope everything is okay with you and I send internet hugs if its not. I understand if you're not okay with this and I get it. How would each of the Scions react if you woke up from a nightmare brought on by the trauma that the WoL has been though? Whether it's about losing them over and over again or dealing with everything in general?

A/N: It's going alright I suppose. Could be worse. I'd love some hugs, so thank you! I hope you're doing alright as well, Anon. I'm completely okay with is, no worries. I meant to write it last night but I fell asleep.

Warning: A bit angsty

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Alisaie

When she'd hear you crying, she'd go towards the sound. She didn't care what time it was when it happened, her friend needed her. She'd find you asleep at the table, tears staining your cheeks. She'd shake your shoulders lightly to wake you. You didn't need to explain as she knew that you needed an outlet. She'd give you a smile and lead you to a much comfier place to sit where she would ask you to please tell her of your troubles. And she'd listen intently when you'd oblige.

Alphinaud

He would jump out of his bed half asleep when he'd hear your terrifying screams. He would burst into your room, ready to defend you. But what he'd see was you tossing and turning in your bed in distress. He wouldn't hesitate to move to your bed side and try to shake you awake. Once your eyes would open, they'd fill with more tears as you saw him alive and well.

"Alphinaud?"

"I'm here, Y/N. What was your nightmare about?"

He didn't get an answer, instead he got engulfed into a tight hug. He didn't mind as you surely needed it. He would hug you back and wait for you to pull away. When you did, you two would sit and chat for a long while.

Estinien

He had expected your nightmares to increase after the recent events of your travels. You held too much for just one person. So when you'd start crying in your sleep, he'd pull you close to his side. Your cries of pain in your sleep were an out for your emotions as you'd never let them loose when you were awake. All he could do was be there to be your comfort.

"Just let it out. Gods know you need it."

When you'd wake yourself up, you'd snuggle into his side. "Thank you, Estinien."

G'raha Tia

He hears you scream out his name desperately from your shared room followed by uncontrollable sobs. He drops his spoon in the cup he was preparing for you and rushes towards your distressed cries. He feels his chest tighten as you beg him to come back. It were the words Alphinaud told him you cried out when he sacrificed himself the second time. He was quick to hold you in his arms, whispering to you that he was there with you and in fact not gone.

"I hate you." he'd hear say quietly when you'd begin to catch your breath, trying to calm down at the sound of his voice. "Why would you do that to me?"

Tears pooled in his eyes at your pained words. It had not registered in his brain just how much his "deaths" affected you. He had just done what he thought needed to be done. But seeing you like this, he never for a million years wanted to hurt you like this.

"I'll never do that to you again, my love. I'm so sorry."

Thancred

Just hearing you call out his name in any way other than happily, hurt him. It would shake him to the very core when he'd hear it the first time. Never would he have want to hear the pain in your voice as you call to him, nor the cries that followed. You'd tell him afterwards that it was because you'd lost him so many times, and the fear of losing him at any turn loomed on your mind. And your mind would be plague with nightmares of losing him for good. And he'd be there to soothe you and remember that he was not going anywhere.

"I promise you this, here and now; I'll always come back to you, Y/N. No matter how impossible it may seem. I won't leave you on your own."

Urianger

It would truly tear his soul apart whenever you had nightmares. They were all the same, reliving the moment when he had "died". When he'd first experienced it, he was shocked to hear you cry out for him from your room. He would rush to you to assure you that he was still there. And he'd make it a habit to stay with you every night to assure that you wouldn't be alone whenever the nightmares returned. If he had to spend his entire lifetime at your side to create better memories and dreams to combat the nightmares, he was happy to do so. You meant the world to him and he wasn't going to cause you this pain like this again.

Y'shtola

She was all too familiar with your nightmares. It hurt her to have caused you so much pain. Unfortunately your job as Warrior of Light would never get easier. She was only glad that she could come back to you in her living state. But she wished that she could take your pain away. The best she could do was try to soothe you and hold you until you calmed down. She would always spend the entire day with you when the nightmares happened.

#ffxiv #ffxiv reactions #alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #estinien varlineau #g'raha tia #thancred waters #urianger augurelt #y'shtola rhul

[yzeltia]

FFXIVwrite2023 16.Jerk

Characters: Alisaie Leveilleur, X'rhun Tia, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Estinien Wyrmblood, Varshahn, G'raha Tia, Krile Baldesion, Minfilia Warde, Thancred Waters, Urianger Augurelt, Tataru Taru, Lyse Hext Expansion: Endwalker Rating: G Notes: References to @driftward 's Zoissette Vauban

-Salmon Bagel-

You were never known for your culinary skills, but you feel you can manage what essentially is a sandwich. Carefully you cut the bagels, unevenly, then spread out cream cheese, adding more to the shallower parts of the bread. Next is the salmon, the crux of the meal. Your mentor is a Miqo’te, there’s no question he will love it. You pull the chunks out of a package, having had no interest in fishing them fresh from the river. You fold the layers onto the cream cheese evenly then cover them with the tops of their bagels, doing your best not to let the spread spill out over the edges. In the distance, you see the red of your mentor’s coat stand out, already hurrying over to enjoy your lunch.

-Fried Squid-

Three books are laid out before you, all with instructions on how to prepare the breading for the squid. You are unsure which recipe will satiate your older companion the most, but know well that he’ll appreciate the gesture. Making a decision, you began to whisk the eggs, letting your silver carbuncle lick whatever splashes to the floor at your feet. You heat the oil while you dip the squid into flour, the egg, and then cover it in breeding. Carefully, you impale each one on a stick then dip it into the oil, watching them bubble then start to brown evenly. Admiring your work, you set them aside to dry. You close your eyes a moment, imagining the praise you’ll receive from the Dragoon when he tries it.

-Also Fried Squid-

You hand over to the stall attendant in exchange for two sticks of fried squid, offering the second to your young Auri companion. You wouldn’t dare chance stepping behind a stove.

-Beef Jerky-

You had sliced the meat a day before and left it to marinate in a bowl of brown sugar, soy sauce, W’orcestershire Tia sauce, and several other common spices from their kitchen. This was a special treat, a taste of Gyr Abania, your husband’s home. Your tail twitches with excitement as you lay out the meat on a rack, careful not to disturb the foil underneath lest he cringe at the touch. Your heart swells with pride as you put them in the oven on low heat, knowing that the gesture will allow you both to have a little adventure and eat well too.

-Cheeseburger-

Your send your dear friend’s husband off for lunch with your own pocket money. Another letter has come and research will take you both into the wee hours of the night. You know he’s looking forward to an adventure with his love, but it will have to wait. Luckily he’s well known for being pacified through his appetite. 

-Toast-

You sigh, throwing out another set. Now that you are home you thought you’d be able to practice some basic home skills...You’ve been through a loaf and a half now trying to brown each side of the slices. You soon give up.

-Pizza-

Feeding the Scions is never an easy task and you are no culinarian. Still, there are simple things you know how to do. Upon a stool you roll out the dough with a rolling pin, then roll out the red sauce evenly. You then shave mozzarella across the top of the pie. Next comes the toppings, spreading sausage chunks out evenly before little petite slices of pepperoni. Only half of the pizza you cover in peppers and onions, knowing well at least one of the twins will fuss about the greens and the Miqo’te the onions. Though the meal is larger than you, you gracefully hold the tray above your head and get it into the brick oven with ease. You send word to the others that dinner will soon be ready.

-Coffee Biscuits-

The girls sent you some from the first. You’re unsure if she would have liked them, but know she’d appreciate the gesture. You sit by the marker with her name on it, placing lilies at the base along with the small white bag with a light blue ribbon around the top to protect the cookies inside. You sit beside her, telling her of your adventures of wherever you’ve gotten to lately. You finish your snack, but don’t leave immediately…parting is always the hardest part.

-Archon Loaf-

You doth consider the endeavor briefly, but only briefly.

-Chamomile Tea-

You find two saucers and the cups that match with patterns whose beauty is understated just like your dear friend who you are attending to. Your ear twitches, just a little as you hear the kettle your mentor had gifted you upon your ascension to Archon prepare to whistle. You remove it from the heat with your tail as you open the jar of tea sachets you set aside just for her visits, placing one in each cup. Soon, you fill each cup equally with warm water, letting them steep until the water is a light amber and the aroma wafts up with the steam. You set a sprig of lavender in each one before picking them up to serve, hand channeling the aetheric heat from your loved one’s, knowing the exact temperature she likes.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #ffxiv oc #ff xiv #ffxiv miqo'te #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite 2023 #ffxivwrite #alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #estinien wyrmblood #varshahn #g'raha tia #keith summers #krile mayer baldesion #minfilia warde #thancred waters #y'shtola rhul #tataru taru #urianger augurelt #lyse hext

[myreia]

BOUND BY FAITH

CHAPTER THREE: PRAGMA

Chapter Rating: T Pairing: Aureia Malathar (Warrior of Light)/Thancred Waters Characters: Warrior of Light, Thancred Waters, Urianger Augurelt, Ryne, Alisaie Leveilleur, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Y'shtola Rhul, Cyella Chapter Word Count: 4,701 Story Word Count: 18,829 Story Summary: With their enemies defeated and the First saved, the Crystarium is alive with celebration. Despite the joy around her, Aureia is uncertain about the next steps to take. So is Thancred, for that matter. The puzzle of their lives has sat incomplete for years, but finally this last, precious piece may be able to slide into place. Spoiler Warning: Spoilers for the end of Shadowbringers base. Notes: This chapter does not contain explicit sexual content, but a later chapter will.

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There isn’t much of Thancred here, but Ryne has left her mark. A collection of strange little toys resembling pixies sit above the hearth, keeping vigil over the sitting room. A line of hand-painted pots sit on the window sill, displaying flowers and plants gathered from across Norvrandt. Throw pillows decorated with little ribbons are tossed haphazardly across the couches. Books are strewn about the table and floor, some stacked in piles as high as they will go, others set politely aside, their pages stuffed with colourful, tasselled bookmarks. Sheafs of paper are scattered between them, scrawled over with notes in a shaky, uncertain hand and confident doodles of pixies and amaros in the margins. Aureia kneels next to the table and tucks her legs beneath her. Not wanting to pry into Ryne’s affairs, her eyes glaze over the papers and settle on the books. Though they are well-cared for, they have been lovingly read again and again, their spines cracked from use and the leather covers faded from too much time in the sun. How many of these were plucked from Urianger’s library with the intention to return them? A smile tugs at the corners of her lips. I’m sure he doesn’t mind. If anything, he intended it this way. “They never taught her to read.” Thancred’s voice echoes softly behind her. Aureia twists around and spots him leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest. “In Eulmore, that is,” he continues, grim anger flickering across his face. “They confined her, deprived her… all in the name of protecting her. So great was their concern for her well-being that she had no means of escape, not even into her own imagination.” Aureia’s heart clenches. “You taught her?” she asks, meeting his eyes. He smiles. “Urianger can take the credit more so than I, but yes. Doubtless neither of us knew what we would unleash, she has been ravenous to learn and read ever since. She would steal half his library if she had her way. Or all of it.” “And the sketches?” “Oh, I certainly did not have a hand in that, I’m not Alphinaud. She taught herself all on her own.” Aureia casts an eye around the room, taking in the small touches once more. Despite what Thancred has said about them not using the apartment, they have resided here long enough that it is lived in. Being here with him now—and Ryne, fast asleep in her room—she can’t help but feel as though she is intruding on their home. It’s a nonsense thought. She loves them both, just as she knows they love her. They are bound together by more than just circumstance, their ties to each other deeper even the lasting friendships of the other Scions. They are— The word evaporates. Once again, her heart is trembling at the thought and still she cannot voice it.

#good afternoon it is tuesday update time #ffxiv #ffxiv fic #ffxiv fanfic #wolcred #ffxiv wol #thancred waters #aureia malathar #only tagging characters who appear in this chapter #shadowbringers #shadowbringers spoilers #writing tag

[eriyu]

(For the NPC ask meme) Can't think of just one soooo how about Ehriyu and her go to trust light party ?

the twins and g'raha!!! her favorite people. also if the twins are going to put themselves in danger, she WILL be there the protect them whenever she is able.

the twins remind Ehryu of her little brother when she first meets them, since they're the same age... and then she quickly loses that association because they're nothing alike LMAO. even so, she becomes like a big sister to them. she teases them in a big sibling, it’s-fun-to-embarass-the-teenagers way, but is also very openly affectionate toward them and is very adamant about making sure they know she’s there for them, always. and they do know it!!! they love her just as much as she loves them. :)

for Alphinaud, she was a little bewildered by him at first, what with him being such a know-it-all while she was still gaining her footing in Eorzea. like “who is this sassy child???” her image of him really clicks into place post-ARR though, over the course of the Crystal Braves arc, and she becomes very fond and protective of him very quickly from there. especially after realizing that despite how pompous he acted, he looked up to her from the start.

with Alisaie, by contrast, they hit it off immediately after Alisaie showed back up, for various reasons. she’s easier to read than her brother, Ehryu is more sure of herself by the time they get to spend much time together, and they’re very similar in a lot of ways. they have the added bonus of Red Maging together :) Alisaie is determined to surpass Ehryu on this one front, and Ehryu enjoys the friendly competition. Alisaie also has a big fat crush on Ehryu that she will Never admit to because she knows Ehryu is too old for her.

now G'raha... Ehryu thought he was super cute when they first met... in a kind of condescending way tbh? like a puppy. but she grows to respect him a lot by the end of the Crystal Tower raids. she’s suspicious of the Exarch largely because she suspects he’s lying when she asks about G’raha, but definitely does not guess how he’s lying. (realistically, she would recognize him, but that's not as fun to play with, so let's pretend he magically obfuscated his voice and appearance.)

since the end of Shadowbringers they've gotten Very Close —here's a longer explanation, but the short version is that they're in a sexual, non-romantic, non-exclusive relationship (even though it looks pretty romantic from the outside).

Ehryu, G'raha, and Alisaie have actually gotten a little bit cliquey and Alphinaud is a little bit left out when they're in a group lmao, but they haven't stopped caring about each other as much as ever. :') you don't go through half of ARR and all of Heavensward together without it sticking.

#also alphinaud has estinien so he's fine #ehriyu #ff #ffxiv #shb #eriyu ask #wildstar25 #ty so much 🙏

[akirakirxaa]

because i'm a sucker for angst: 26. A kiss while one or both parties are crying

[Prompt list here. Warning for Endwalker spoilers under the break.]

Akira never looked away from G'raha's face as she shook her head in denial, taking a single step back.

"No," she denied. "No, I can't do this again."

She knew the despair of this place was getting to her, could feel it weighing down on her shoulders with all the hopes and expectations of the people she left behind. Both on Etheirys and in the past.

But this might be more than she could bear.

"I know," he stepped forward with her, taking her hand. "And it's not fair. But I promise-"

"No, no more promises," her voice cracked as she braced herself against his chest. "The only promise I want from you is the promise that we'll be going home together." G'raha pulled her close and pressed his lips to her forehead.

"We will," he swore. "I know we will. Because I believe in you." Despite her best attempts, Akira felt tears slip down her cheeks. He took her face in his hands, brushing her tears away with his thumbs as he pressed his lips to hers before stepping away, turning to the giant omicron with determination in his eyes. And before she knew it, he was gone too.

She gasped for air, feeling like she was drowning. No no no no. She clutched at her head, collapsing to her knees. She could hear, as if from a distance, the twins calling out for her, but she couldn't hear clearly, couldn't see through the darkness suddenly surrounding her. No hope no hope no hope.

"Akira!" she felt a hand on her shoulder and lifted her head to see Alphinaud kneeling in front of her. "If you give up now, we'll lose all of them! We can still save them!" Akira fought to slow her breathing, feeling the panic and despair spiraling in equal measure. Alisaie pushed forward and shoved her hand in Akira's pocket, pulling out the Azem crystal and pressing it into her hand.

"You made a promise, remember?" through her own tears Akira could see Alisaie's face was wet as well, though her jaw was set and her eyes focused. "Don't you have a legacy to uphold or some such?" Akira's fist clenched around the orange crystal, not calling on its power, just reminding herself it was there. Reminding herself of all the sacrifices and pain that got her to this point. She couldn't waste it now.

The darkness receded.

~*~

Her body felt like it was floating. Or maybe like it didn't exist at all. Maybe this was it for her. Maybe it was always going to be that she and Zenos would destroy each other. She remembered her promise to G'raha, to go home, to have more adventures, to stay together, and the guilt settled in her gut.

Between bouts of unconsciousness, she realized she had a growing awareness of her body, and very quickly wished she didn't as the agony began to settle down to her very bones.

What felt like centuries later, she could hear again, hear whispers and frets and whimpers around her. Judging by her own aches, she probably looked dead. Carefully, she pried her eyes open, listening as the murmers around her rose to excited chaos. In the midst, G'raha pushed his way forward, eyes wide and distraught, ears flat against his head as he knelt next to her, tears already falling.

"Do you realize how worried I've been?" He admonished between peppering her face and horns with kisses like she might disappear at any moment. "I thought you were... Don't you ever do that again!" Akira couldn't help the small chuckle, even if it did rattle her ribs around painfully, and turned her head just so to catch his lips.

"You first," she smirked, and he sputtered as she could hear Y'shtola laughing somewhere behind them. "You all get to scare me half to death regularly. Turnabout's fair play." He glanced away in shame, and that wouldn't do. She weakly reached up and grabbed his shirt, pulling him back down for another kiss. She could still taste the salt from his tears on his lips and felt that guilt again.

"But now we're even," she said softly. "So no more self sacrifice. Never again."

"Never," he agreed.

#look the dialogue is going all off the rails because I'm too lazy to pull up the cutscene to quote directly #also i wanted it to be more custom #wolraha #wol x g'raha tia #oc: akira kirxaa #final fantasy xiv #my fanfiction #ffxiv #ultima thule #endwalker spoilers #managed to get both angst and cuteness in here #no beta we die like y'shtola doesn't #ship: drunk on stars

[pinkafropuff]

She wished there was some way to record the scenery; it was the one thing that made her feel like she was doing the right thing on these long, long journeys, from war to war and shore to shore. Battles were fun- usually, anyway- and errands were sometimes there own reprieve, but as she thought now, looking out at the Doman sunset atop her Ishgardian chocobo (Beast Of Burden, pronounced B.O.B. for short), there was nothing like the view of a beautiful grassland or desert or ocean to make her feel alive.

I am so glad I am alive.

Aran could write a song. She won't, but she could. Songs weren't for that, though, not to her. They were for feelings, for words that got stuck in her throat and burned against the lead of her tongue. Actually, her songs were all depressing, if she thought about it; why did everyone even like Corrine when all she brought them were tales of misery?

"Kweh!"

Her hand threaded through B.O.B.'s feathers. He was probably hungry, or tired from running for so long. Maybe she was too. Either way, she shrugged and directed him to the side of the road, where she slid off and patted his feathers. "I got snacks," she chirped, "snacks for the pretty bird, okay?"

B.O.B. seemed excited by this, so she rummaged through her pack for the gysahl greens and actual food for them both. Now that she thought about it, while he was chowing down, she could comb all of the nasty bugs out of his myriad of black and white and they'd both feel better. Once she retrieves the chocobo comb, she coos as he eats, careful to comb out the ickies in his coat.

"...to see the sun at spire's height," she sings, "a shadow cast, we win the night..."

A pause. It is strange, singing before writing in the seclusion of a room or cavern. Strange to test the notes on a road that is long traveled.

"Don't turn back," she hums, "don't turn back.../else the edge tear the sun/from its grasp..."

Her lips part. The sun is still setting. If she writes now, mayhaps tomorrow she will have something prepared.

Prepared? Prepared for what?

Doesn't matter. Aran Utar is not one to prepare for tomorrow, past tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. She has 'now'. She is now.

Half-done with her chore, she grabs some crumpled pieces of parchment and presses down a pencil to write.

*

"You've returned! And...feeling a bit better, I'd wager?" The Exarch's voice is like music- like her music, but better- and when she nods his smile shines bright like stars. When she casts a glance around the room, she finds the Scions were waiting for her as well, their smiles almost infectious- Alphinaud especially seems happy to see her hale and hearty, though she knows not why.

"We have made some headway in our research," says the scholar. "Though not as much as I would have liked...still, it is better than nothing." It is accompanied by a shrug- though Y'shtola shakes her head.

"'Better than nothing'. Were I not to know better, I would say our lordling is losing hope." The smile is more teasing than anything, and Alphinaud draws back at the reprimand in shock.

"I only meant...!"

"I have something for you all."

Five pairs of eyes. Thancred and Ryne are not present for once, though she is sorry for it. She will have to give them this gift later, with some other apology. A question travels between these eyes, each one a bit more apprehensive than the last- though Alisaie in particular gestures with one hand and says, "All of us?"

Yes. But the 'yes' weighed more than she thought, so she didn't even nod. Instead, she looked around the Ocular, considered its acoustics, and pulled out her harp.

All of you should see the sunset.

And for the first time in a long time, Aran, not Corrine, sang.

#ffxiv #yeah. #she started being a paladin again too #but if this has taught her anything #it's that her friends are... #well. she said it already. #aran utar #fic

[faelune-home]

FFXIVWrite 2023 #26: Last

(A/n: I made mention in a few Write stories from last year that Fhara mentions the twins a lot in her letters, and that they've been able to visit her home to see her mother, so I figured I'd finally write one of those tales. Trying to capture the awkwardness of a first meeting that isn't necessarily one that can be handled with diplomatic politeness to breeze through it.

I don't really know when I'd place this timeline wise, but just some kind of downtime without any further stress about to hit the fan and cause a panic.

Word count: 1086)

Normally they had no reason to go off the main roads, the smaller villages dotted around the regions rarely in need of a Scion’s assistance or stocking any material they would need. So when Fhara broached the idea of visiting her home, the twins found themselves walking down the well worn path into deeper verdant forest, into the corner of the region, Gridania long far behind them.

The villagers milling around cast curious or wary glances at the younger pair, accepting their polite greetings carefully, but they spoke warmly with Fhara as she bounced along, until they reached a house at the furthest end of the village. Water and moss had aged the wooden walls, but it still stood sturdy after so many years.

Fhara was clearly the spit of her mother, visible in her round cheeks and turned up nose. They differed in the woman’s dustier blonde hair and bright green eyes, creased with age lines that her welcoming smile emphasised.

“Well, not even a letter ahead of time for once, I’m guessing you really wanted to surprise me,” the woman chuckled, embracing her daughter.

“I didn’t get the chance to actually, we were in the area and didn’t have anything important to do so I asked if I could visit here,” Fhara explained, “And Alphinaud and Alisaie came when I asked.” Fhara gestured to each twin as she said their names. A familiarity sparkled in her mother’s eye as she took in their polite bow and head nod respectfully.

“Tis a pleasure to meet you. Your daughter speaks highly of you and her childhood,” Alphinaud said.

���You don’t need to flatter me, but I appreciate it. I am Senah, and tis nice to finally meet you both, given how many times Fhara has mentioned you both in her letters,” Senah smiled, tail curling when she saw her daughter noticeably fidget at the mention from the corner of her eye. She turned, opening the doorway for them to enter her home.

“You’ll have to forgive me, I don’t have many refreshments for guests. I wasn’t expecting the company of course,” she said, already beginning to shift through her cupboards, pulling out a small basket sparsely filled with some muffins and cookies.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that, really,” Alisaie burst out, already trying to allay the woman’s need to treat her sudden guests, at the same time as Fhara exclaimed, “We’re running low on supplies? I can go out and get some more if you want!”

“You sit down,” Senah huffed, waving her hand at her daughter already making to move to the door, “I’ve been meaning to go buy more supplies, I’ve just been rather busy with work. Better that you all use up the last of my cupboard stores so I know to fill them when I go out.

“If you want to insist on staying on your feet, go and make the tea for us,” Senah said, moving round with her basket in hand, settling it on the coffee table.

“Were you working when we arrived?” Alphinaud asked, spying a pile of cloth on the other chair, a sewing ring clasped on with an intricate half embroidered design in the middle. The needle was still connected via a thin shimmery thread.

“We didn’t interrupt your work, did we?” Alisaie said. In the kitchen, Fhara’s ears perked up, listening carefully.

“Oh, that's just extra work. The deadline for it is still some way off, I just kept working. Needed a reason to stop really,” Senah replied, already moving to take up the fabric and fold it away beside her seat.

“There’s no need to fuss about me. I appreciate the visit. And like I said, I’m especially glad to see you both for the first time. She mentions you a lot in her letters,” Senah said, whispering her last sentence in such a way that she wasn’t necessarily trying to keep it secret. Fhara’s petulant ‘mother, please!’ was all the response she needed from her daughter, a coy smile curling on her lips.

“Please relax, you still look so tense,” she then chuckled, reaching over and offering a muffin directly to Alphinaud sitting closest to her. Despite her tentative taking, his shoulders were already beginning to loosen, Alisaie shifting in her seat before she crossed her legs, leaning back into the cushions.

“There, that’s better,” Senah purred, “I feel as though I already know you both so well from the way Fhara talks about you, I’d hate to think you weren’t comfortable here. And besides, I’d like to hear some stories from you for once rather than from my daughter.”

“Such as?” Alisaie asked, muffled by the cookie in her mouth as she grew more settled by the woman’s insistence.

“Oh anything really. I feel like sometimes she’s never telling me the whole story. I know she doesn’t want me to worry, but really, I do know that your work is prone to be dangerous. And with how much trust she seems to have in you and yours, I can stifle my worry just to hear what she leaves out,” Senah said, a pointed look aimed at Fhara as she finally returned to the sitting room with a tray of tea, a visible pout on her flushed face at her mother’s word.

Both twins shared a glance at each other. They could certainly understand Fhara’s reticence to mention details about their various encounters and horrors to her mother, but then they couldn’t talk since they were rather open about their struggles in their own letters to home. Another glance at Fhara to see the worried crease in her brow, sharp tooth biting into her lip, and they hesitated further.

“What about Azys Lla? I don’t think I got to mention much of that,” Fhara then suddenly suggested. Senah’s head tilted, curious.

“That old tale? Floating islands of twisted horrors and old dragon roars in the heavens?” Seeing the opening, Alphinaud nodded and jumped in.

“Yes, actually, as with many tales, there is a kernel of truth to it. We were able to travel to the real place in pursuit of the Holy See’s Archbishop,” he said, straightening up as he prepared to dive into the tale. Alisaie noted the relieved smile on Fhara’s face, and flashed a mirroring look back at her.

If Senah saw, she made no mention, ears perked up and eyes wide as she was engrossed in Alphinaud’s storytelling of their visit to murky skies and abandoned technological playgrounds.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #alphinaud leveilleur #alisaie leveilleur #fhara laali #my wol #fufu's writing #keeper of the moon miqo'te #fhara family

[turnsorrow]

this is purely indulgent character insight bc i’m an emotional wreck but i feel like alisaie is the kind of person who only ever says i love you to someone when she like impulsively is losing her shit bc she’s afraid of losing them or else just really anxious about something. and i mean this like in terms of family specifically bc romance is a whole ‘nother beast with her, but like ??? with alphinaud / her parents / found family she very RARELY if ever will tell them just how deeply she cares for them outside of emotional moments. directly, anyways, she SHOWS it in a LOT of ways and even says it but she always kinda dances around it?

bc like not to get tragic backstory tm in this chili’s but i feel like the last time alisaie would’ve told someone she loved them was when she met phoenix / came face to face with louisoix’s “phantom” bc that was the closest she was ever going to get to saying goodbye to her grandfather and proper closure (who, as we know, she loved a lot. he was basically her father to her.)

she definitely insinuates it the most when interacting with alphinaud, though it’d mostly be like??? behind closed doors, cuz alisaie doesn’t really like the idea of people knowing how much she loves her brother cuz it embarrasses her to be seen as his little sister for no reason in particular other than her pride. alisaie is much nicer to alphinaud when they’re alone, which creates this fun little contrast between how they bicker and torment each other in front of the other scions but then privately alisaie probably deadass spends a good chunk of endwalker actually crying over how scared she is of losing alphinaud + the wol specifically, which is smth alphinaud would see in person over everyone else.

MY POINT BEING her emotions really have to be dragged out of her despite how emotional she is. ie : her sobbing at the wol’s bedside even though the entirety of the scions are surrounding them and begging them to wake up, her flipping out any time alphinaud is in danger, etc.

alisaie expresses her love (directly) through blatant outbursts rather than quiet moments. if alphinaud or her mother or whoever tells them they love her during quiet / sentimental moments, she’ll probably just get embarrassed and groan about it, but if she’s very emotionally charged / crying / freaking out / scared for someone (etc), she’s way more likely to express to them directly how much she loves them.

this like half bounces off the fact that alisaie has serious issues with fears of loss following the dramatic way in which she lost her grandfather, like. she never got to tell louisoix himself that she loved him because he was already long dead by time they discovered phoenix and having to settle for that / that whole experience was lowkey really traumatizing, so now any time she has to deal with the real fear of someone dying or disappearing (read: in serious enough situations she can’t just hope it away), she freaks out in a “what if this is the last time i ever talk to them” kind of mindset. see : stormblood post-patches when it’s only her & the wol left, endwalker.

so anyways, endwalker sucks for alisaie quite a lot! she’s REALLY struggling through that entire expansion!!!!

#i'm half asleep i hope smth in this sounds sensible BUT LIKE U GET WHAT I MEAN #alisaie is a coward who forces herself to be brave #she isn't afraid of fights or confrontation or getting hurt #she's afraid of what will happen to the people around her who she cares about #closure with louisoix was just that but it was also like. an expansion on that fear bc in a way getting to say goodbye to a shade #was worse than if he'd just not been there for her to say goodbye to at all #◦ 「 ☆ 」 —— headcanons . #anw i word vom'd ! #PLATONIC I LOVE YOUS!!!! FAMILY!!!!!!

[morocosmos]

Returning - Alisaie, Krile

Intro chapter | Thancred | Urianger | Y’shtola | Alphinaud, Estinien | Tataru

Warrior of Light & Alisaie Leveilleur & Krile Mayer Baldesion

Takes place during Endwalker, just after the end of 6.0. This is a series of vignettes on each of the Scions’ relationships with my Warrior of Light, Moro’a as he’s recovering after the end of the Final Days.

Of all the things Alisaie hates, waiting is high, high up on the list.

She detests standing by, waiting for a resolution to present itself. Left for too long, such frustration is wont to light a fire in her chest, as it has now. The longer it rages on, the hotter it burns – she paces across the room, threatening to wear down the floor beneath her steps while she turns to glance at Moro’a every other second.

It’s all for naught. He remains as unconscious as he was when they’d brought him out of the Ragnarok.

“You,” she starts, turning on her heel and pointing a finger at Moro’a. “Need to wake up. And soon, before I go positively mad! You know I cannot stand waiting around like this, unable to do a thing.”

She’d inherited Father’s urgency, but not Mother’s patience. Nor the temperance that comes so naturally to her mother and brother. Alisaie had accepted this facet of herself long ago – why sit down and fret when she could bring the solutions forward with the work of her own two hands? The sooner it’s done, the better for everyone involved. She loops around the room in an uneven figure of eight, her frustration simmering.

“Think of all the unfinished business you have left,” she persists. “All the people waiting for you to return. You promised you would try to talk to your sister!” Never mind that Deipo likely still hates his guts, and that they’d not spoken since leaving her at Carteneau.

She wants to stay mad – even as it threatens to burn down to the dregs beneath, to where the pit in her stomach has waxed and waned with each passing day, without ever quite leaving.

It’s…unfair, is what it is. That someone like him could have been at the physical brink of death after surviving encounter after impossible encounter. It’s unfair to her that they’d come so far, saved the entire star and beyond for Twelve’s sakes! Only to have fear and anxiety sprout over their victory like thrice-blighted fungi.

“Alisaie? Give me a hand here, will you?” Alisaie snaps to attention as the door is pushed open and in comes Krile, balancing a large teapot and two cups atop a plain white tray.

“Krile,” Alisaie says simply, holding the door so that the woman might more easily pass through. “Is it your turn already?”

“Not for another half bell or so,” Krile replies, setting the tray on a low table to the side of the room’s two chairs. “But I thought you might appreciate the company.”

Alisaie chafes. “I can well watch after Moro’a myself,” she grouses, folding her arms.

“And I was not doubting that.” Krile sits on a chair, smoothing out the folds of her robes before looking at Alisaie with a soft, polite smile. “But watching over him together could not make it worse, surely?”

Alisaie doesn’t have a good argument against that, so she settles for a half-conceding “hmm”. She glances at Moro’a again, pursing her lips as an unpleasant new wave of emotion assails her. Were it not for seeing the faint movement of his breathing, she might as well have thought he’d gone to the beyond, pale and worn as he looks.

“Gods,” she hisses, slumping into the remaining chair.

Krile watches as the fight in Alisaie dissipates, replaced by an anxious buzzing, much like a cloud of vilekin. The situation is so familiar it’s almost distressing, she ponders as she looks from Alisaie to Moro’a. For what it’s worth, it’s far less physically taxing – the sages’ equipment does the work of sustaining their friend’s aether, and apart from the bout of aethershock that had half-frightened everyone out of their wits, Krile has to concede that they’ve done a fine job. But she’d seen the extent of Moro’a’s injuries when they’d carried him out of the ship, and even now guilt twists into her heart as she thinks about the part she’d played in his current state.

Shaking free of such morose thoughts, reaches for the teapot. “Would you like some?” she asks Alisaie. The young woman glances at the pot but remains reticent, shaking her head. Krile pours a full cup for herself, sipping from it quietly as their not-so-companionable silence carries on.

“It’s chamomile, with a sprig of royal mistletoe steeped in,” she says, by way of conversation. “The mistletoe adds naught to its flavour, but Moro’a brought the very same blend over to me once at the Rising Stones, back when the lot of you were still stuck on the First.” That piques Alisaie’s interest, and the elezen turns slightly towards her, listening more intently.

“Was this before or after he’d gotten rid of all the Light inside of him?” she asks.

“Hmm.” Krile puts a finger to her lips, thinking. “It must have been after – he was exhausted, that much was clear – but not in the way I recall sensing before on one of his previous visits. I was too weary myself to investigate any further at the time.” She gives Alisaie an apologetic smile. “I’m afraid I knew not the depths of what our friend was enduring, then.”

But Alisaie only huffs in exasperation. “I don’t blame you,” she replies. She shifts in her chair uncomfortably, her shoulders rigid. “Moro’a was bearing the weight of all those Lightwardens for moons – it took Y’shtola forcing his hand after the third one for him to tell us how much it was hurting him. He’s a little better at telling us about his feelings now, but…that he would still…” she sighs and doesn’t carry on, as though she’d lost her train of thought, or had perhaps decided against following it.

Krile feels the trails of Alisaie’s emotions blow over her, and as her Echo sorts them into recognisable forms, she feels both curiosity and concern for the young woman. “If you wish to say more, your words won’t leave this room,” she assures the young elezen.

Alisaie blinks. She knows Krile means it, and weighs her emotions against her pride.

“I shouldn’t feel mad at Moro’a for staying behind to fight the Endsinger without us,” she begins eventually. “Not when we’d all left him alone just moments before, with only promises and faith to go on.” Never mind that she’d promised Esteem she wouldn’t hold it against him. “But I still do, because when he returned to us, he…”

Something within her cracks, and she turns to face Krile proper. “How can all of you be so calm and patient?” she blurts out. “It’s been three weeks and he has not shown a single sign of waking, save nearly dying on us again! We were so close, so close to getting everyone out, but then he had to go and get himself wounded within ilms of his life.” Her hands ball into tight fists and her bottom lip quivers, but she clenches her jaw shut – she would not cry, not now.

“It’s just that, I hate this – I hate waiting. And feeling so godsdamned much with nowhere to channel it all.” The last words fall from her lips in place of her tears, and she watches uncertainly, with a small amount of embarrassment as Krile sets down her now emptied cup of tea onto the tray.

“Before I say anything about your feelings, I must first apologise.” Alisaie glances at her, but she waits for the older woman to go on. “For I was the one who let Zenos find him in the first place. He’d come to Sharlayan intent on seeking the Warrior of Light, and in desperation I struck a bargain with him.” She scowls as she recalls the former prince’s unshakeable insistence, and the unbearably tense atmosphere that had surrounded them outside the Forum.

It’s…news to Alisaie for sure. “You thought he might lend his aid to us momentarily, in exchange for the battle he so desired,” she says quietly, understanding dawning upon her.

Krile nods. “Perhaps I had been led to trust him because he seemed so willing to compromise for once. But had I known the dangers Moro’a would face in Ultima Thule…” the lalafell shakes her head. “If you must be angry at anyone, I am more far deserving of your ire than Moro’a is.”

But as Alisaie mulls over the information, she’s surprised to find that it has the opposite effect. “If he was so hells bent on fighting Moro’a, he wouldn’t have stopped until he was given the answer he wanted,” she muses. “I could be mad at him instead, but that wouldn’t do anything for me, seeing as he’s likely dead where Moro’a left him. Neither would being mad at you.” She sighs again. “Nor Moro’a, I suppose.”

“What’s done is done,” Krile murmurs. It won’t ease her guilt entirely, but she’s accepted the consequences. “Now, without prying into the other Scions’ personal thoughts and feelings, I can only surmise that everyone else is either dealing with this quite differently. Or merely more privately,” she suggests gently. “I can however tell you of how terribly worried I was for the lot of you back then, watching over you in the Dawn’s Respite. When no solution had yet been found and I could sense each of your life’s essences slowly but surely ebb away, despite my efforts to sustain your aether.”

Krile pauses, as though momentarily caught in a memory, and Alisaie feels moved to ask her if she’s alright until she speaks again. “Tataru, the other Scions – even F’lhaminn on occasion would visit, when I could allow for it. None of us could remain highly optimistic for long, facing such an unknown, dire situation as we were. But such visits proved invaluable in keeping my spirits up. It was comforting to see my worries mirrored on their faces, if just for a few moments. As it was to see the depth of Moro’a’s concern for all of you, too.” Alisaie looks up in surprise.

“Moro’a spoke with you? About us?”

“He did, yes,” Krile answered. “Granted, I likely would have pried sooner or later, but he approached me first. Though he was doing his best to remain level-headed, it was undeniable how much he wished to see all of you safely home, and that he would do everything he could to ensure that.”

Of course he would…Alisaie can’t help but admit to herself that Moro’a’s resilience and ability to remain calm in the face of many a challenge are the very qualities she admires most about him. Moreso knowing how deep some of his emotions run, and how much they’ve gotten to him in the past. But the fact that he’d sought a listening ear in the middle of it all is what truly soothes her heart.

“I suppose what I mean from all this is that you needn’t shy away from your feelings, even if the others may not express themselves the same way,” Krile concludes. “And I daresay that seeing such open emotions would do them a lot of good, as well.” Alisaie runs through her words, weighing them and turning them over like a stone in her mind. The feeling is a solid one, and it fortifies her. Yes, she thinks. She’ll feel what she feels in full, and face everything with her heart on her sleeve.

“Thank you,” she tells Krile, and the scholar nods, beaming. “After such a conversation, I find myself needing more tea,” Krile declares. “And I do feel compelled to ask again – would you like some?”

Alisaie smiles back. “I might as well enjoy it before it gets too cold,” she accepts. “Allow me.”

As she’s pouring tea into the cup in Krile’s hands however, the lalafell freezes, her expression immediately changing to one of shock. Alisaie slowly follows her gaze towards the bed. No…what now?

“Did I – I could have sworn I’d sensed his consciousness–

Alisaie doesn’t wait for Krile to finish; in an instant, she’s flown over to Moro’a’s side. True to Krile’s senses, he’s making a face, as though reluctantly stirring from a deep, deep slumber.

“Moro’a? Can you hear me??” Alisaie calls to him. It occurs to her that it might just be Esteem again, but she casts that thought aside – by the gods, if it isn’t Moro’a, she’ll force them to wake him up.

Very slowly, the Keeper’s eyes flutter and open by a fraction, followed by a low groan. Alisaie and Krile watch him with bated breaths. Several seconds later, a fraction becomes a quarter-ilm.

“Moro’a?” His gaze slides over towards them, and he seems to realise who he’s looking at; recognition softens his expression in an instant.

“Sorry.” It’s barely a whisper, but to Alisaie it’s as clear as the toll of the Studium’s bell, and at long last she lets herself cry as she takes his hand into hers, grinning through her tears.

“Don’t be.”

#WE'RE FINALLY BACK #with one more to go (the hardest one lol) #kae scribbles #series: returning #alisaie leveilleur #krile mayer baldesion

[laeorinel]

FFXIV Write 2023 - Day 21 - Grave

Well...I can't sleep so figured I would get todays prompt done early. Hurray for being in the EU I guess. Downside is that since I'm sleepy this has likely not been edited the best.

A few minor spoilers for Shadowbringers and Endwalker but nothing super explicit I think.

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The weather matched the sombre mood in Old Sharlayans Lichyard. Samara stood out among the sea of white-robed people; even at a funeral, the Sharlayans did not shirk their pristine white attire. She could not remember whose funeral they were in attendance of. All her memories prior to arriving here were blurry.

She saw a few Scions standing among the crowd, each looking heartbroken. They were the few wearing all black. Someone they knew then. She could hear someone talking, a priest of some kind, but she could not clearly make out the words. Looking down at the freshly dug grave, she still could not remember who they were there for. Were Thancred here, she could ask him without earning a glare or two from other attendees, but he was absent. Glancing towards the tombstone, she finally got her answer, and her stomach dropped to her feet.

Thancred Waters.

No. No, this wasn't…this couldn't be right. He was with her today. He was fine. They had…what did they do again?

"Such a pity. He did not deserve such a fate." Said Alphinaud as he stood to her left.

"No. He never even got to see Ryne again." Said Alisaie as she stood to her right.

"And all because you failed him." They said together as each turned to look at her. To hear such venom from the twins shocked her, but for them to give her such cold looks? What had she done? None of this made sense. He was fine. Wasn't he?

"But I didn't he…" The twins faded from her sight. She looked around for them, but they were swallowed up by the crowd of white robes.

White filled her vision until it was almost blinding, and then she was simply left in the empty lichyard. Not a soul to be seen until she heard two voices behind her. Urianger and G'raha Tia had their backs to her instead of staring at the freshly dug grave.

"Why didst thou not save him?"

"How could you let this happen? He trusted you. Believed in you. Loved you. And when he needed you most, where were you?"

"'Urianger, Raha…I…I didn't. He…he's fine. I swear it!"

"As if your failings were not enough, now you fill our minds with lies." the icy cold tone of Y'shtola's voice cut her to the bone as she turned to look at her. Sightless eyes stared through her, and soon, Y'shtola was joined by the rest of the Scions, all standing and glaring at her before calling out in a unified voice.

"Look! Look at what happened because of you!"

The lichyard shifted, the verdant hills of Sharlayan turning to sand and stone. Amh Araeng? But how were they here? This made no sense.

It mattered little as she looked over the area. The same place Thancred and Ran'jit had crossed blades. The smell of blood and gunpowder filled her nose, and she saw Thancred at the centre of a stone circle, his pure white coat stained bright red, his gunblade shattered in a half dozen pieces, and his body bloodied and broken. Vacant dead eyes stared at her, his hand reaching out towards her as if begging for help, even in death.

"No…no…this isn't real…it can't be real…" she doubled over, eyes wide as she stared at her dead partner. She felt a hand land on her shoulder as she looked up, seeing the face of another dead man.

"Zenos. How…"

"Come now. I cannot truly die. You know this, old friend."

For some reason, Zenos held onto her shoulder and shook her. Perhaps to confirm this was real? It did not cause him to pause in his taunting, regardless. " Now, I have already claimed your man. What of the rest of your precious Scions? Which should fall next? Perhaps his daughter?"

Ryne appeared next to Thancred's body, tears streaming down her face as she looked at her fallen father. Samara felt Zeno's grip on her shoulder lessen before making his way over to Ryne.

"Don't you dare touch her!" she lashed out. With no weapons to use, she relied on her claws, trying to get purchase on any part of him, but she did not feel leather or metal beneath her hand when her claws connected with him. It felt almost like flesh…why did everything feel so strange and wrong?

"Yes. There it is. That rage and hate. Unleash it all. You know what needs to be done. Kill me before I kill again."

The heady feeling of bloodlust tore through her; whatever reasoning she had was gone. All that mattered in that moment was Zenos dying. She had to keep Ryne safe. Launching herself at Zenos, she knocked the scythe from his grip. The madman wanted a fight, but she would not give him one. She would strangle the life from him before he could reclaim his weapon before he could do more harm. She could vaguely hear someone calling her name, but it was so far off. It almost sounded like Thancred, but he was dead…he was…

"Samara!"

The nightmare collapsed almost instantly, the shroud of sleep falling away as her eyes focused on the person beneath her, the person whose neck she held firmly in her hands. Thancred, alive and somewhat well, aside from the minor case of his lover trying to strangle him. He was practically using all of this strength to hold Samara back.

"Are..are you back with me?"

"Th…ancred?" she whispered brokenly, tears streaming down her face as she let go of him and practically threw herself from the bed, hurrying away from him as quickly as she could. She heard him mutter a few curses between coughs as he called after her. Her wobbly legs did not carry her far as she fell into the wardrobe door and crumpled to the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest and burying her face in between.

Oh gods. She had hurt him. She had tried to kill him. She could have if he did not wake her. Between choked sobs, she kept saying "No" repeatedly. She did not even notice Thancred making his way over to her and kneeling down in front of her.

"Samara, look at me."

She made faint attempts at recoiling from him, but he took hold of one of her hands with a vice-like grip and held it to his chest, just above his heart. It did not take much for him to piece together what had happened in her dream. "See? I'm fine. I'm here. It was just a nightmare.

"I'm fine. Look, nothing more than a few cuts and bruises. I am fairly sure you have given me worse during…other activities in bed…" Samara tentatively reached out to touch the side of his face, the side that now had a claw mark running down it. She hated it when he flinched, as much as he tried to hide it. With tears still streaming down her face, she threw herself at him, burying her face in his chest and holding onto him as if her life depended on it.

"You're okay. We're okay." Sobs wracked Samara's body as the pair sat there, Thancred lightly rocking her back and forth. They sat like that for hours until her body finally stilled, exhaustion claiming her. Thancred carefully picked her up and returned her to the bed before lying down beside her, cradling her to his chest once more.

He knew they would need to talk about this at some point, but that could wait until the bruises had faded and the cuts had healed. Both of them had been through so much that nightmares were always going to be an issue. Some memories or fears simply refused to stay buried.

#ffxiv fanfiction #thancred x wol #wolcred #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv write 2023 #thancred waters

[ironeaterfinya]

Final Fantasy XIV: Penniless Peril

or: Can you beat FFXIV without spending any Currency? Part 3 - Putting my Name in the Goblet of Fire

Happy new year everyone and sorry for the delay. I am running this challenge as a side thing whenever I have time or I am not distracted by my main or other games. Nontheless here is our New Year Fortune for Ninisa this year:

“Small Fortune” I count that as a good Omen

However we have a lot to do and a lot of it is honestly just straight up wwalking back and fourth a lot.

Leaving the Inn after a few weeks led me to this image

I accidentally stumbled upon an RP event. From what I could gather it was an Auction for... something. I didn’t stick around. Mostly because I couldn’t spend any money anyway but it’s fun to see that there are RP Events on Zodiark to begin with. Even if it is a rare thing.

After doing the quest the Shining Gentlemen to my left was asking me to do, we beat up some merchant trying to pin a crime on a refugee. We beat up his people and Thancred comes around, officially inviting us to be part of his gang.

You see the Tickets? Those are Vesper Bay Teleport Tickets and I will be using them quite often. Mostly to shorten Travel time because god forbid I run back and forth that much. It’s honestly kind of weird seeing the peeps like this, whith half of the later core group still missing.

Also this bloke was making himself even taller, trying to intimidate the only to Lalas in here.

Nontheless I am making my way to Vesper Bay, on foot, for the first and propably last time. When I arrive there I am greeted by the best Scion:

Is this an Intervention?

Everyone introduces themself and I am taken aback by the fact that Urianger had a different VA at the time. (I am playing with German voices and the VA here are a bit more consistent)

We also get to see all the other Scions chilling out in the meeting hall.

Here is a funfact: Most named NPCs here that are not part of the Core Group (excluding Brendt) all appeared in 1.X of FFXIV. 

Also our quest is sending us to Camp Drybone where we are supposed to investigate missing people and also corpses. We also meet a familiar face:

Sure thing “Marquez”, we help you bury a body.

After that, the quests are literally just “Investigate this person by talking to them and go back to Vesper Bay.”

I also got to dress up as a homeless person.

After you arrived there, there is usually some more talk and you get send of again to Camp Drybone or you put Materia into Minphilias Dagger. However that step is actually free as well so thankfully I don’t have to do that myself.

If you only knew how useless you are to me.

Mind you a trip to Camp Drybone takes about 7 minutes on foot. I can’t teleport afterall, nor can I use Chocobo Porters.

Here is a video where I walk all the way over. https://youtu.be/GEr9vILtquY After we get our butt kicked by the Ifrit Gang, we get thrown into a small sub area which is honestly kind of funny. With the help of my boyfriends alt we can show that this area is located in Southern Thanalan, it just happens to be underground.

Wild.

Ifrit was also pretty wild.

It’s cool that I get to run it with trusts.

After heading back to Vesper Bay we are promptly assaulted by the Grand Companies because I should join them. After going to all their speeches of course. The speeches are nothing really to impressive in my opinion. Drawn out a lot and Alphinaud is here who at this point in time is still green behind the ears and also a massive prick with a superiority complex.

Alisaie is also here and she is not saying a word because the both of them have some beef with each other.

After coming back I decided to join the Immortal Flames. Mostly because Raubahns speech is great and also my Job Questline is here. You know. Convenience. Before I can join tho disaster strikes and I gotta get Biggs and Wench out of trouble which is done fairly quickly.

The Gang is here.

After going back to the Flames to officially become a member I got a message I dis not wish to see:

This quest has to be finished in order to complete the Main Scenario Quest “A Realm Reborn”

The quest in question is the Chocobo Quest. In case you don’t know, in order to get a chocobo you need to buy a chocobo voucher. The voucher itself costs Company Seals and Company Seals are a currency. This does not bode well.

I will try to postpone this quest as much as possible. We will see if it holds true.

In the meanwhile our next quest leads us to the Shroud. Because I have reached level 30 tho, I decided to become a Blackmage first and a Blackmage I became. (Even tho I had to again walk to East Thanalan... twice!)

After all of this tho I do have to take a break. It doesn’t look like much but these few things do take up a few hours of real estate.

See you around next time!

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