#the next couple of fills are all cisne

[blisteringstar]

Prompt #11 - Once Bitten, Twice Shy

The face of his maker showed up at the Edarien's door and Cisne nearly closed it without a second thought. If there was ever a face that would get a true and clear reaction out of him, it would be this one. It was the face of his egotistical maker who only wanted Inwa. He wouldn't have been in the wrong to sock him right in the jaw and tell him to go straight to hell.

Instead, he let him in and they talked. Crane was dead, after all. The man before him was faultless. Cisne heard him out and agreed to help him, but he couldn't get rid of the feeling in his gut throughout that talk. Who told him about what he could do? Why would anyone who knows him volunteer him to this man of all people? Cisne attempted to be cordial through the rage even if he was not polite.

The conversation seemed to almost go on forever until the massive au ra finally departed and left him to himself in the parlor. There was a room in The Forgotten Knight that he could share with him, accepting him as 'the one in charge' while they worked together. The mere thought of being alone with him had Cisne throwing his violin and bow at the couch harder than the instrument deserved, resting with a dull thud against the cushions. The face that abandoned him because he was a failed attempt wanted his help now? How many others were also going to be taken in by that face again?

But he agreed. The hatred built up in his throat could have choked him, but he agreed. This Invader stood there impassively, muttering out clipped words and offers. He was so straight and to the point that Cisne could hardly conceive how he intended to pull off whatever it was he was asking help for, or why Crane picked such a wet paper bag as his host. He was as charismatic as an eel, but Cisne didn't want to delve deeper than that. He refused to feel what was going on in that head ever again.

Cisne's foot rose and collided with the arm of the sofa, kicking it in rapid succession, a loud noise of the feet dragging against the floor as he did.

He didn't want to help him!

Kick!

He didn't want to see that face anymore!

Kick!!

He didn't want to feel fondness when he saw him either!

That warm feeling made him want to puke. It wasn't his fondness, yet he was forced to hold it like a curse. How could he ever trust him again? There was a point in time where 'Cisne' trusted them all and thought there could be beauty in feelings. The only place that got him was this frozen hellhole under the 'watchful gaze' of a spineless traitor who was more than pleased to live as another man's dog.

Finally, Cisne took a slow, shuttering breath, hunched over with his arms lax at his sides and his feet both firmly on the ground. Around him the neatly pinned curls that were up in a bun on his head had begun to fall out, forming a curtain around his face of raw, unbridled, raging fear.

They were different. There was nothing about Erdenechimeg and Crane that was alike other than that face. Cisne still could not find it in his heart to trust him like family. This time he would be cautious.

This time he would make sure that face never forgot him.

#ffxiv oc #final fantasy xiv #ffxivwrite2023 #cisne nocturneaux #mentions of Erdenechimeg Kha #mentions of Crane #the next couple of fills are all cisne #at least he's pretty to look at?? #I guess also mentions of the Grisseux couple