#thescions

[voidtouched-blue]

Plotted starter for @thescions [Haurchefant]

There is no rest for the wicked, nor the champions that chase the bloodied path in the snow.

The short snap of a book closed had cut through the crackling silence of the fire in the hearth. Leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees, the Keeper held the small tome in a relaxed grip. Rubbing her eyes delicately, she wondered exactly how long they would have to spend sneaking around. Lord Fortemps was was generous enough to give them shelter within his decorated halls, but the generosity felt more like that of a shroud than simple hospitality. So it came as genuine surprise to the feline healer when the sanctuary had been extended to herself as a member of their small party.

To be included in the same consideration with Alphinaud, Tataru, and of course the Warrior of Light should have been an honor. It should have meant that her presence held value among the peoples of the very land she had been taken from. Yet here in the heart of Coerthas, she still felt so very far from being part of the whole. Not that the others hadn't tried to make her feel comfortable- no they were quite clear on how much her assistance mattered to them. The consistence in their desire to check in on how she had been handling the sudden change of scenery, and the gravity of the situation they had found themselves in had been rather...annoying.

The generosity had been nothing more than a terror of time passed come back to haunt her. So, when the moment came for them to keep their heads down and take shelter, the option to self-isolate came easily to her. The Lord of the manor had granted them relative free-roam of his beautiful home. The many rooms filled with innumerable comforts she had never known, the winding hallways decorated with paintings, and expertly crafted furniture she felt she couldn't afford to even look at-

Surely she could find some small corner of solace to keep to herself within stony walls.

It was a shame that she found it after raising her voice towards Alphinaud in response to this unexpected restriction. Of course, none had explicitly told her that she couldn't leave the comforts and safety of the manor. It was simply a buried reaction she hadn't anticipated. The memory of such pain and fear had clawed to the surface when it felt the chill of snow. It was only a matter of time before they would break free of the bars and chains she had so carefully constructed in order to reintegrate into society.

Gods, you're a mess, she thought. Here, sitting alone in the small room, she felt like a prisoner. There was no real threat to her own well being, but there were rather dire consequences should she take the risk to leave. Other than the Scion's payment for her services, she had remained at their side by her own good will. Had she known that her assistance would have taken her to the biting cold reminiscent of the nightmare she lived, her decision to join them in Ishgard would have been different.

Cyra could have abandoned them. She could have said no, and left to return to her home in The Black Shroud. But it was the guilt of the healer's heart that would chain her to the Scions. What if something happened? If she had taken herself up on that selfish desire to return to familiarity, would she have been able to bear the weight of knowing her presence could have saved the life of another, but didn't? Would the woman she had worked so hard to become be strong enough to hold up against that potential truth?

No. Their hurts, their loss...they would paint her hands red.

The moment was brief, but she didn't remember when she had come to stand from her seat. The thunderous crack of the book slamming into the far wall beside the fireplace had brought her back from her inner storm. Her heart had been hammering in her chest, recognizing the fearful flutter as the answer to the questions that had swirled behind her eyes. She watched how the pages of her tome had fallen loose from the force of her throw; how they had delicately, and slowly drifted to land on the table, the floor, and the other cushioned seat. The trail of papers was proof enough that she had lost her temper.

She cursed in a whisper of short growls and hissing words of a language she kept practiced in private. Just one of many secrets she resolved to keep and take with her to the grave.

"It's the damned cold. It's always the snow that brings it back." She sat back down, nearly dropping herself into the cushions like she had died standing. Her head fell back into her hands, pressing her scarred palms firmly over her eyes to block out the light.

#thescions #;Haurchefant #ffxiv verse #ic #[I left it relatively open so you could have plenty of room to craft your approach!] #[Hope it's all right!]

[crystalmarred]

🤍 Anyone please hug Minfilia

MEME ( accepting! ) ⇢ send 🤍 for a wildcard hug. ⇢ @thescions

"If I was quicker or wiser..."

He'd heard those words before or at least ones near enough that the difference 'tween 'em didn't matter. He'd heard after Arenvald and the others had been returned to them, when she'd heard that A'aba had survived by the skin of his teeth, but Aulie... Aulie had passed, her life extinguished in the same instance his should'a been.

Arenvald had wept. A'aba had wept long before either of them had, had run out of guilt to cry about before they'd made it back to see more than the cracks in the bedside table and the splinters left behind in the side of his fist before the panicked conjurer attending him had convinced him to stop, please stop, you'll hurt yourself.

He'd heard it before, these condolences of Minfilia's, meant as much for the departed as they were those that mourned them. Maybe she thought shouldering the blame would somehow placate the worst of their grief.

"Lass, it ain't..."

Yer fault, he meant to say, but the words stuck in his throat when she glanced up to address him. Her blue eyes caught on the bandage that still peeked out from beneath his clothes. It was only a moment, but he didn't have a skull full of sea water, much as he wished it was some days.

"... C'mere," A'aba said as he reached around her, pulled her into a hug he'd rarely offered. Hells, he'd only given Arenvald a good and proper hug the once when the lad had found out about Aulie.

"It ain't yer fault," he whispered, unable to blame her for what she had already wholly blamed herself for. "So don't blame yerself for it this time..."

#✧ ▌ in character : a'aba tia. #thescions #❝ thescions — minfilia warde. #// ooc. hands you my favorite npc ever— LKJHFASLJKH

[sarastuss]

IS YOUR GOLDEN HEART A BLESSING OR A CURSE? : can it handle the ache of being a survivor? you had awoken with only your name, &. THE DESIRE TO DISCOVER, 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒. but you could not afford to be naive for long : realizing just how complicated matters were in war, colored with all shades of grey, instead of mere black &. white. &. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐑 , it is a proof if anything. ... they have unraveled more &. more of the truth, the past can not be denied. ( this lesson you'll do well to remember yourself hero, in the future. ) @thescions + estinien ' this is no time to be soft - hearted! '

HIS WORDS ECHO, : full of anger &. determination, &. she knows she can not say it is not justified. he had been a victim to loss too, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍. ( is he right? would she be better off turning off the warmth within? ) a second, another ... suddenly it all feels like eons. ❝ no. ❞ SURPRISINGLY SHARP ANSWER, even from such angelic tune. the answer leaves a brief moment to wonder what she meant, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 soon enough. ❝ we can not deny the wrongings of both sides. there are no unharmed sides in war. ❞ witness the determination within her eyes. fist glenches, as if to hold onto the very hope she carries with her, ❝ that is all the more reason we need to be willing to listen, to understand their side of the story too. ❞ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓, it is not an easy task for him to swallow. she does not voice it, but let the gaze she looks at him speak for herself. i will carry this weight for you, i will be kind for both of us.

#thescions #❛ ☼ ― verse i. / the champion of the worlds. #sobs bc this is kind of emotional but also sweet #never over estinien as a character and how much he develops throughout the story

[primalvessel]

WOL Questions! Who was your WOL before meeting the Scions? Are there any relationships/friends maintained outside of the Scions throughout the story?

Griever's Vessel was an adventurer through and through. After being stripped of his tribe and any attachments, he set to roaming Eorzea to experience everything the land had to offer. To the outside observer, he was nothing and no-one, but to his tribe, he was the bearer of their guardian deity's aether and would have been revered by them even after being essentially exiled from the tribe.

Their belief was that he should have no worldly attachments to his tribe of origin, to better allow the primal to see their world with unbiased eyes.

This meant that even though Maru does have parents and siblings as per most typical Seeker tribes, he no longer has any connection to them. He doesn't know where the tribe is anymore, since they were relatively nomadic, and doesn't know if any family members or friends within it still live.

He's never made any kind of deep connections since then either. He might have developed crushes on people, he might have crossed paths with people more than once since falling in with the Scions but between his responsibilities as the WoL and those as the bearer of Griever's aether, he's constantly on the move and doesn't have time to make deeper connections.

That said, familiar faces like those at adventuring guilds, taverns or his favourite haunts are connections he maintains simply by virtue of frequenting them.

He falls in love too easily though, so while he doesn't work to forge bonds outside of the scions, he still finds his own feelings connecting him to people if he finds himself in someone's company frequently. He doesn't expect the same in return though, and while he will always be happy to see someone, he's comfortable with keeping things casual.

It is, admittedly, kind of a lonely life.

#thescions #muse musings

[badassbarmaid]

"What would you reccommend for someone who had a very long day?" Minfilia sighed, leaning on the counter. How fortunate -- and also possibly dangerous -- that the Rising Stones had been built just behind a an establishment such as this.

@thescions

Looking over at the blonde, Tifa hummed in thought. "Might I suggest some warm sake? I have some great plum stuff that I think you may like." She often worried for the fearless leader of the Scions.

#thescions #*waves*

[tsckcyomi]

"It is not my place to pass judgment on you for your crimes," Yugiri stated, jaw tight and tone clipped as she made a point not to look at Yotsuyu as she spoke. "If my lord Hien deems you worthy of some form of redemption, then I shall uphold his decree. If he sends you to be executed, I shall assist if it is requested I do so."

"You cannot bear to even look at me yet claim that you to be capable of executing me." A brow raises as Yotsuyu observes the ninja standing before her. Oh, of course. Hien's lapdog who had observed her time and again during her time as Tsuyu as their... prisoner, frankly. His lapdog, ready to carry out whichever order she receives next. It makes the former viceroy want to scoff.

Yet instead, a smile curls her lips, sweetly hiding her venom. It appears she's not been enough of a viper to drive home her point, but these people are so stubbornly obtuse... Clinging to traditions and structures that brought her but suffering and pain. Yotsuyu finds herself pondering what her life has amounted to, now, knowing that many won't change their ways. It doesn't matter that Gosetsu cares for her, or rather, for the woman she has been when robbed of her memories. It doesn't matter that a little girl gave her a persimmon when everyone else called for her slaughter. Doma cannot change.

"I care not what your little lordling thinks of me, or what he deems an appropriate punishment. He is no master of mine." Nor is anyone else, not anymore. She'd much sooner slit her own throat ere she'd allow yet another man to force her under his thumb. The one Doman tradition she understands, to eradicate one's failures and shame.

#thescions #( ic : yotsuyu ) #<3

[meteorwinged]

All Scions knew of Meteion's story, as the Warrior of Light had explained prior to their journey to Ultimate Thule. In the end, even the Endsinger had been a consequence of unfortunate circumstances -- and for that reason, Meteion had been (cautiously) welcomed as a tentative ally. She was a little strange, that was for certain, but far less unsettling than when he had been unmade. And try as he might, Thancred simply could not bring himself to begrudge a child whose eyes beheld the same wonder Ryne's had when he first freed her from Eulmore.

With a sigh, he looked down at the entelechy and rested a hand on his hip. "I trust you've been on your best behavior, then? No one being unmade?"

Meteion shuffled, frowning up at Thancred sternly. "I've been good!" She hadn't tried to unmake anyone since Ultima Thule; in fact she'd been trying to be helpful and everything! She'd been adventuring just like they did.

She lifted her bag and shook it at him. "See? I even got plants for the alpacatheory! They asked me for, um. The what you calls it. The running plant! With the... the... mandragons? Yeah!" Something like that.

And okay so they hadn't asked her specifically, but they had put up a request with the leves officer in Limsa and she'd taken it so it counted. It had to count, right?

#thescions #{you caught me in a moment of redemption; main verse} #please parent her thancred she still can't say apothecary right and she's gone and attached herself to vash the stampede #also hold sout my hands for plot in general

[minarcana]

@thescions asked:

“Is it okay if I lean on you?” Ryne to Urianger! ask meme // accepting

Urianger gives Ryne a gentle smile and lightly pulls her into what might very loosely be called a one-armed hug. She shall, in fact, lean on him. "Of course, my dear. Thou art always welcome to rely on me for whatever thou need'st, leaning included."

There's a slight bit of concern as he glances over her, trying not to make it too obvious. "Art thou alright?" It is a bit rare for her to express something like that aloud, as sometimes it feels like she's learned a bit too much from Thancred about keeping to herself in times of upset. Maybe she's simply tired physically, but there is the concern if she's been pushing herself too hard....

#thescions #ic : urianger #asks #dottir....

[aetheryic]

Blood - Alphinaud is somewhat horrified (but not entirely surprised) that most of the blood he's cleaning off of his sister is not her own

i've no love for violence. her own words, were they not ? and yet the red mage, now a too - fitting title, sat quietly with the crimson proof staining skin and hair. true, alisaie hardly refrained from jumping into battles. she was impassioned to protect those more vulnerable, no matter their walks of life, but this ... was different.

alisaie felt real, genuine fury. she grew relentless 'til her enemy ceased to exist, hardly aware of her own actions in the process. they threatened my family. that didn't count as an excuse, really. " you don't have to help with this. " she spoke up suddenly, incapable of meeting her brother's eyes. what would she find reflected there ? disappointment ? " a proper bath should -- should be quicker. "

#thescions #m: alisaie #[ oof :D ] #blood tw

[writtenxbeginnings]

“ Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed. ” Minfilia to Thancred

EMILY DICKINSON Prompts --- Answering for @thescions

Thancred couldn't help but paused at Minfilia's words, eyes narrowing just a little in thought. "I think you've been spending too much time with Uriange, Minfilia. You're starting to speak like the poor Elezen." He couldn't keep the grin off of his lips, eyes staying on his mentor as he leaned back against the door frame of the Sinking Sands. "Is that your fancy way of telling me it's okay to fail? Because we both know Y'shtola won't accept that." It was nice to have a time when things weren't absolutely falling apart, to have a moment to just breath.

#( Thancred Asks; ) #( Answered Meme; ) #thescions

[liightbringr]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫.

@thescions asked: 🍪! Shh, help Gaia bake surprise Coffee Biscuits for Ryne! "--You can bring some to Thancred and Urianger later, too, I guess."

𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 a mundane task, whisking together ingredients ever methodically, is few && far between. Yet not wholly impossible, in truth. Baking is one among many things that Eva loves as a pastime. Perhaps that is reason enough for the enthusiasm she had displayed when Gaia had sought her out for a helpful hand. More than happy to be of service, more than elated to be included in a thoughtful gesture. Especially those within her circle of comrades && friends alike. Ryne especially---it's no secret that Eva upholds some air of protectiveness over the young girl. Sisterly, in truth. Bordering on something maternal at certain angles. A trait known of Eva with many of the Scions.

This, however, makes her very happy. Never mind the flour that speckles across an unsuspecting cheek on a smiling Eva's face. "I'm sure they'll be thrilled all the same!"

#thescions #ask. #v; main. #this was such a cute thought to write out lol

[crystalmarred]

Do you have any headcanons or thoughts about Erenville's relationship with the WOL?

UNPROMPTED ( thank you! ) ⇢ @thescions

Erenville's relationship with the Warrior of Light is, by default, no different than co-worker you're friendly with. He admires them greatly and though he's never been a cowardly sort, t'would be hard not to admit that the Warrior of Light inspires something of a... spontaneity that he would not normally be partial to.

He owes them a great debt, as does much of the world, and he would jump at the opportunity to repay it.

Of course, one Warrior of Light will influence him differently from another. But he is bolder for having met them, even if the Warrior is not particularly bold, more prone to acts of reckless courage than a man who barely knows his way through a fight ought to.

#❛ erenville. － headcanons. #thescions #// ooc. This was longer but I ended up losing a bunch of it to being an idiot. RIP.

[lcstkey]

Do you have any headcanons or thoughts about your muse's relationship with the Scions? Anyone she would easily make friends with? Did she run into Yda and Papalymo?

@thescions | Unprompted

This accidentally turned into a list of "who would be more suspicious of the teenager from another star trying not to be suspicious." LMAO

Thancred - He would only figure her out should he look into her background and then realize that not only everything she said is a lie, but she has no past in Eorzea. It's like she poofed into existence from thin air. He may also think her behavior is strange but also try to have her back.

Y'shtola - She would only figure out something is up AFTER becoming blind and actively using aetheric sight. Due to her soul never becoming sundered, Selena's aether would be much denser than the average Eorzean, and she would immediately notice that about her. I believe that Y'shtola would quiz her on her knowledge and may be impressed that Selena has taught herself to read Eorzean letters. Maybe teach her a few tricks to test her capabilities as a spellcaster to build up her confidence.

Urianger - If he wore his aether goggles, then he would observe the same phenomenon Y'shtola would see about her aether. But, he would notice her behavior more. He would probably be the easiest to befriend due to her natural curiosity about the world and his willingness to teach. Sel wants to learn; Deliora be damned.

Alphinaud + Alisaie - They would not suspect a thing, but Selena would likely get along with Alisaie more than Alphinaud.

In A Realm Reborn, I don't believe that they would have gotten along if only due to Alphinaud's pride and his know-it-all sense of authority. Selena would be oft-put and likely hold her tongue to prevent any attention drawn to herself. She's painfully aware of her lack of knowledge of Eorzea and their affairs. If anything, he's the most intimidating of the twins, and thus, she'll avoid him.

I believe that the twins, especially Alisaie, would stand up for her should they witness her poor treatment in Gridania.

Yda + Papalymo - They would pass each other but not really interact. Papalymo might become suspicious if he used his aether goggles while Selena was in the vicinity and noticed what Y'shtola would have observed with her aetheric sight.

Sel would be intimidated by Yda's friendliness and outspokenness. I'm certain that should Yda witness her poor treatment she would be outspoken and defend her as well. If it weren't for their status as representatives of the Scions, a certain Woodwailer would have eaten a fist as well.

Tataru + Krile - Selena may get along with them the easiest. They would be mindful of the walls she put around herself, but they would be more likely to gradually have Sel open up since they would have the patience for it.

I imagine that Tataru would likely employ Selena's services, usually errands to pick orders for materials and such, to build her confidence as an adventurer. The same goes for Krile.

However, if Tataru were to make something for Sel as a gift, Selena would absolutely cry. The last time someone crafted something for her was her mother, and it was the moonstone pendant she used constantly to wear until she sold it for much-needed funds.

Selena wouldn't say no to an outing with them either. They would trade stories over tea and lunch. =)

#A New Home [KH x FF14 AU | Answered #A New Home [KH x FF14 AU] | Headcanon #headcanon #thescions #queuesicles #thank you for the ask! ovo

[sarastuss]

YOU FEEL ACHE, HERO : you feel how it twists that 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, like a knife. she already had the live this once : the fear of unknown fate of the rest of the scions, her friends, her family. ( PLEASE DON'T MAKE GO THROUGH THIS AGAIN, PLEASE. ) it is a selfish plea, she knows ━━━━ but regardless of everything, she can not help but think it. 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 : an emissary for blessed hydaelyn herself. she is a hero herself, willing to sacrifice her body for the weakened eikon ... &. as it tends to be with heroes, SUCH SACRIFICE IS NOT HER LAST. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 : a flood of light threatening to consume everything. &. blame it upon the way sarastus herself has carried the same look countless of times, she can spot exactly the moment minfilia has decided to do what she deems as a must. ... 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐂, 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, but it doesn't prevent nor ease the ache. ( emphatic heart, the feelings only amplified with the ache of her friends around her. ) THE TIME COMES, final thank you, final goodbye, ❝ minfilia! ━━━━ ❞ final time does she call her name, desperate to reach her even as everything fades before her eyes.

@thescions + minfilia : ∗ 1oo﹕ sender has just died , receiver finds out .

DIM GLOW WITHIN HER HUES, : it is amplified with the strong emotions, grey hues now glossy. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, ... but it is safe to say it once more feels more empty, as it always does after a loss. ( SHE DARES NOT TO EVEN LOOK UP FOR A MOMENT. ) even when dressed in armor, she feels vulnerable now. fingers clench into a fist, as if it would help to keep the emotions in, to keep up the strong appearance if only for her friends who are also left with this grief.

#thescions #❛ ☼ ― verse i. / the champion of the worlds. #ah yes i love having tears with my morning coffee -

[ruiination]

“Well, we’ll die if we do that.” Lyse to Thancred!

@thescions | prompt

"We'll die if we don't do SOMETHING!" His whisper still comes out sharply. They were hiding for now, but they were outnumbered. They could try to break through but the chance of getting out would be nearly impossible. If it were just him, he could try to sneak by. But he had to protect Lyse. He owned it to Yda and Papalymo. If only one of them could survive, it would have to be HER.

"I'll distract them. Run and only fight the ones you have to. And don't look back."

#thescions #playing into her trauma by doing the exact thing papalymo did ♥ #( in character ↷ thancred waters. ) #( muse ↷ thancred waters. ) #( answer ↷ thancred waters. ) #( verse ↷ thancred && storm of blood. )

[infinitexmuses-archive]

@thescions asked: ❛ lets cause a little trouble ❜ Alisaie to Alphinaud various things spoken in an adventuring party pt.2

He could instantly feel the smirk form on his face at the mention of causing trouble. It was something he wouldn't normally condone, but these beasts did not belong here and needed to go. Either by force or otherwise, it needed to be done. And usually, in cases like these, they would go to attack them anyway, so it would be wiser to be prepared for it, just in case.

"Indeed, let's." He responded back, letting his nouliths rise up into the air. "This shouldn't take long, it'll be simple to be done and over with." To get the beasts out of the way for those passing through would be a act of service, and he was ready whenever his sister was.

#thescions #thescions|Alisaie Leveilleur #Infinite worlds|Final Fantasy XIV #The infinite has answered|Alphinaud Leveilleur Ask Answered #Infinite being|In Character Alphinaud Leveilleur #Older twin Elezen fighting for a purpose.|Alphinaud Leveilleur Main Verse