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wilanserulia · 10 months

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You know what, tumblr seems the perfect place to voice ramblings about my OCs, so maybe let's start with my FFXIV Warrior of Light, Wilan, whose story is actually deeply entwined with my other FFXIV OC Delen.

I'll try to be brief, even if this is just a basic outline, especially so from Stormblood onward. I'll throw in some photos to keep things interesting though.

Wilan Serulia hails from a small archipelago of islands off the coasts of Vylbrand, in the Rhotano Sea. Son of a fisherman, Wilan has never been quite fond of the family trade. When out at sea he only had eyes for the land he could see in the distance, desiring nothing more than to see what lies beyond the horizon.

When he came of age, against his parents' better judgement, he got rid of pretty much everything he owned to buy an old sword and a one-way journey toward Limsa Lominsa, where he would start to earn a living joining the ranks of people who tried to help their community while so much manpower had been diverted to oppose the Garlean invasion. In other words, he became an adventurer.

A few years laters, now with a good deal of experience under his belt, he eventually crossed paths with the Path of the Twelve. Minfilia Warde's organization looked to recruit people who had awakened to the Echo, and Wilan himself had received Hydaelyn's calling some time after beginning his new life. Through her he came in contact with the Circle of Knowing, led by Louisoix Leveilleur, who became a mentor for him, channeling his raw motivation and good intentions and giving him purpose.

Events set in motion by yet unknown forces would eventually lead to the Seventh Calamity, and despite his and the Circle's best efforts to stop Garlean legatus Nael van Darnus in his tracks, Wilan is unable to arrest Dalamud's descent.

At the culmination of the battle of Cartenau Flats, as Dalamud hatched to reveal the elder primal Bahamut, as even their last measure failed to contain the Calamity, Louisoix invoked Althyk's power to keep Wilan save in an aetherial slumber from which he would be restored no less than five years later.

Reawakening to a world scarred but in the process of healing, Wilan would soon get in contacts with his associates from the Circle of Knowing and the Path of the Twelve, now reunited under the new name of Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Together with them, he would successfully thwart the XIV Legion's attempt at conquering Eorzea and be acclaimed as a Hero.

In the following times, he would meet a refugee from one of the Garlean provinces by the name of Delen Aldanea. Having lost almost everything in her escape from Terncliff, including her own mother, Wilan decides to take the auri girl in to give her a place to stay and, at least on paper, a job, to aid her with immigration paperwork.

Not long after Wilan would find himself framed for the attempted murder of the Sultana of Ul'dah. Bitter and resentful, with apparently his whole homeland turning against him, Wilan and two other Scions sought political refuge within the walls of Ishgard where, unable to keep himself out of trouble, he ended up tangled with the city's Thousand Years War; he would eventually defeat Nidhogg and bring piece between dragonkind and mankind.

While his name back home had been cleared, Wilan didn't yet make a return. Some of the traumas he went through weighed down on him, and he felt like he needed to find a better way to deal with the ever-increasing expectations and the amount of dreams he found himself carrying on his back.

He accidentally came across the corpse of one of the so-called dark knights of Ishgard and came in possession of his Soul Crystal. The crystallized aether resonated with his soul in turmoil, recognized in him the desire to be a positive force in the world weighed down by unnecessary complications. It wishpered into his ears a way to deal with it all, to close his heart to the pain. To this day he couldn't be sure if the voice he heard wasn't entirely his own, either.

Either way, he gave his answer to that whisper. He would find a different way.

Eventually, however, he came across a man from Gyr Abania, going by the name of X'rhun Tia.

It had happened as he was coming in defense of a little girl, dashing in as a proper hero, not merely dispatching of the girl's assailants with ease but infusing in her hope by his very presence. After everything was settled, Wilan asked the man if he could teach him how to be like him.

X'rhun had recognized something in Wilan, something raw and unfocused but either way pure. He would accept his request, he'd teach him how to be a Red Mage, but as Wilan would soon find out his tutelage would involve more than a new fighting style. X'rhun was adamant that a proper hero needed to be refined and well groomed, to be well-read, to have proper manner, a sharp tongue, elegant motions. This and more would be part of his training, an intensive formative journey that would see Wilan fundamentally reconsider his way of life.

When he finally returned home, donning a bright red coat tailor-made for him by his friend in the Scions Tataru, Delen was shocked to find him so thoroughly changed. The man he remembered being genuine, spontaneous and simple to a fault now appeared cloaked in an aura of formal gestures and polished language so thick that she could barely see the person she remembered behind it.

Feeling something was terribly amiss, she insisted in trying to have him talk, and it took some time and a good deal of determination but she eventually got to the end of it: Wilan had ended up wrapping himself in a "hero persona" of sort, in a way to put some distance between himself and the horrors he had to deal with. He wore it like a mask over his eyes so that nobody could see his tears because, as he told her, "a smile better suits a hero". Her dedication to reach him, to let him open up about his traumas, to not let it all bottled inside, had managed to bring down one of the biggest walls they had built between themselves. For a night, for one night, they felt close, connected.

They would put distance back between themselves soon after. Wilan had always been very adamant on not allowing himself to become entangled in this kind of romantic bond, not with the role he was called to cover and the risks that came with it, now less than ever. She knew it, she understood it, she respected it. It didn't mean they could ignore what happened, however.

Some time later, as the winds carried the scent of a storm about to start on the Gyr Abanian front, they would meet again. They caught up on each other's latest events. They tried, almost failing, to keep out of each other's way, and then dancing dangerously close to the boundaries they had set up for themselves Delen asked Wilan if she could also teach her hot to fight, to defend herself, to be an adventurer like him. And, she left unsaid, to spend more time together.

War eventually broke out on the Gyr Abanian front. Wilan took part in it, and eventually coordinating a jointed rebellion he played a pivotal part in liberating Doma and Ala Mihgo alike. The empire had once more been pushed back into Garlemald.

When they'd meet again, as promised, Wilan would teach Delen how to fight, and figured she would be best suited to learn the arts of Red Magic like he did. They would indeed draw closer to each other, but in their renewed intimacy however they ended up crossing a line too many.

Worried by their increasingly close emotional attachment, Wilan chose to put even more distance between the two of them. He would himself be absorbed by his role as the Warrior of Light, leaving little room for his personal life. Having lost his closest emotional point of reference, he just carried on taking everything onto himself, hidden behind what little protection his "mask" offered, ultil a particularly traumatic event when he almost risked losing himself to endless Light really got to him.

Once back home he longed to hear Delen's voice, to tell her some of what happened, but she had gone on living her own life, putting him in the past, or so he figured from the way she answered. He decided not to bother her any longer and to just leave her alone. So it was with heart heavy with doubt and regret and crumbling under the weight of endless expectations placed on his shoulders, that he found himself facing the new advent of the Final Days.

This marked a particulary miserable point in Wilan's life, as he found himself trying to be a beacon of hope for everyone around him while wanting nothing else than to give in to despair, to crumble down under the weight and let it all happen, to stop this desperate struggle against the inevitable. And when even Hydaelyn dissipated, the near divine being who had chosen him as her mortal champion to begin with, he couldn't hold it together anymore. He broke.

As he re-emerged to the surface he found Delen looking for him. He had warned her to seek refuge in Sharlayan, so that she could leave the planet when he would inevitably fail to save the world. She understood at once something wasn't right, insisted with speaking with him in private, and they had barely closed the door to his room when Wilan broke down in tears. They spent the whole night talking. Tears, hugs, despair, their love, the meaninglessness of it all. It was rough, it was painful, but little by little he felt relieved. Healed.

She had invited him to consider, at least imagine, a future, a possibility when he'd be free of his mantle, free to pursue his own happiness. Maybe, together. He smiled bitterly. He would love that, he would want nothing else than to let himself drift away in the imagination of that future. But as he boarded the starship Ragnarok that day, Wilan knew in his heart he would have died out there, fighting to the bitter end.

That he got rescued at all was nothing short of a miracle. That his companions and friends managed to resuscitate him from the grievous injuries received from the battle could probably only be ascribed to the dynamis-charged air of the edge of the universe. It only really hit him that he was still alive when Delen flew halfway across Eorzea to see him, safely returned to their planet. Battered and bruised, only in that moment he felt a flame burning in his chest.

They kissed. Earnestly. Openly. Intensely. They didn't even need to say anything out loud.

Wilan's coat had been damaged beyond repair. Tataru had offered to repair it anyway, but he refused. For the last few years that red coat had been a symbol of his calling as the Warrior of Light. Now he was no longer Hydaelyn's champion, and peace had returned. Of course, he would rise to the occasion should the need arise. Of course he'll answer the call of everyone who will cry for help. Because that was his nature. But now, he was just another traveler.

As expected, life wouldn't exactly be quiet after this tremendous ordeal, but there was now a newfound peace in Wilan, an internal balance, and somebody who he finally decided to accept at his side.

Much of the story, from here on out, is still left unwritten. But despite any shadow that looms at the horizon, the new day's dawn shines bright.

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fourteentheart · 8 months

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An experimental sketch cmsn for faceclams over at birdapp!

I was itching to draw tender old guys (who are not the ones I usually draw lol) so I was happy to take this one on! :3

#ffxiv #ffxiv art #x'rhun tia #wol #wolnpc #ace's cmsns

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tallbluelady · 2 years

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Many apologies to Kate Beaton.

#X'rhun Tia's Fencing Club for Ladies #rowan argentas #urianger x wol #shitpost shaturday #i actually made these poses for the time i started posting my longfic #but the regency au is too strong

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emotional-support-carbuncle · 10 months

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I’ve been grinding Red Mage the past like week and it has been so painful but I have REACHED level 60 and Kirika now has a sexy new outfit and has completed the missions through Heavensward with Mr. X’rhun :3c

#ffxiv #ffxiv au ra #kirika nanami #au ra wol #ffxiv oc #ff14 x'rhun #X’rhun Tia

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xiv-wolfram · 2 months

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They Were Roommates

A Realm Reborn - lvl 5

A look into Wolfram's life in Limsa Lominsa after meeting Y'Shtola but before his adventure truly begins.

My Comics in Chronological Order

This is the script for a future comic. Posting for those who don’t want to wait to get the story. Numbers indicate frame number.

Wolf, putting his cocobo in the stable outside the mist apartments.

Wolf, entering the lobby, chatting with the attendant.

A) Wolf, exhausted “Good evening, Loetfryn. Hope your day was better than mine.” B) Loetfryn grinning “I'm sure it was, adventurer. You look like shite. What kicked yer arse today, Wolfram?”

A) Wolf smirks “Pirates, what else?” B) Loetfryn taunts “Well, you'll be glad to know yer keeper is back.”

A) Wolf rolls his eyes “Haha that joke never gets old - or becomes accurate. Wrong clan for starters.” B) Wolf smiles “He has returned though?”

A) Loetfryn nods “Aye, ‘bout two bells ago. Lookin’ almost as bad as you do.” B) Wolf smirks, responding smugly “Well your ma says I'm a handsome lad and that's all that matters to me.”

A) Loetfryn chuckles “She only says that so you'll cook for her, Loezwilf!”. B) Wolf chuckles “I'm not short you blind fool!”

Wolf gestures to himself, smugly “I'll remind you this is an exceptional height for a hyur.” Loetfryn chuckles “Ah, that reminds me. Ma knitted yeh another sweater. Reckon she fancied those kebabs the other night.”

Wolf walking towards the hall entrance, camera at his back, waving goodbye “Funny you should mention that! Come by after your shift - I’m making an extra pot of stew for you to bring her. Should clear up that cough. Suppose you can have some as well!”

X’Rhun Tia laying on couch in the apartment reading a book. Zoomed out shot.

The mi'qote sits up as Wolf greets him off frame - “Rhun!” B) Rhun smiles “Ah, I wondered where you were. Off on a job, I trust?”

Wolf rushing over to couch. Rhun surprised.

A) Wolf picks up Rhun and hugs him, beaming. B) Rhun laughs “I wasn't gone that long!”

Zoomed out shot of apartment, Wolf spinning Rhun. W - “Longer than usual!” R - “Alright, that's enough, giant. You may put me down now.”

Wolf and Rhun sitting on the couch. Wolf curious “So - did you find us a new apprentice? Surely someone in that godsdamned forest wanted to do magic without worrying about those flighty Elementals.” Rhun shrugs “Not a one, I'm afraid.”

A) Wolf frowns “Damn, it's been a while. What… six moons since Bright Song went on her way?” B) Rhun thinks “Aye, just about. I do miss her.”

A) Wolf winks “I bet you do. She still answers your calls between adventures. That's something.” B) Rhun scoffs, light blush “Oh stop that. She was merely a student. Anyroad, I'm beginning to think I should try Thanalan again.”

A) Rhun curious “Did you wrap up that job? …You could join me there. You were willing to risk it 8 years ago.” B) Wolf sighs sadly, looking away “Rhun, you know I can't. That was a moment of foolishness. Luckily I met you before I made it to Ul'dah.”

Wolf ponders “Besides, I'm not certain this job is over. There's something not adding up. I mean - it's definitely pirates, but I think there's more to it.” Dark Thought “Of course there is. And you're too dumb to see it.” Rhun curious “Oh? What do you mean? Is there something I can do to help?”

A) Wolf smiles “Nah, your work is more important. Can't have our people's history die out. Thank you though.” B) Wolf ponders “So - During the job I met a strange mi’qote woman. I believe she has information I want…”

A) Rhun grins teasingly “Oh? Was she pretty?” B) Wolf chuckles. “Oh stop with that. I suppose - objectively yes, but you know I don't think of people the same way you do. Anyroad - “

A) Wolf explains - “I was more interested in her power level. I could practically *feel* the aether radiating around her.” B) Wolf curious “She was easily as strong as you or I. More even. And she spoke so cryptically… Most importantly - I couldn't read her emotions. She must have very advanced mental wards.”

A) Rhun smirks, raised eyebrow “Ah - so a mystery woman to keep you from joining me in the land the famous Flame General commands?” B) Wolf, annoyed “I said drop it Rhun.” Dark Thought - ‘He's right. You're a coward. It's been 13 years. Your gladiator won't even remember you.’

Wolf stands up, heading towards the kitchen. Camera facing him, straight face “I'm making stew. Have you eaten yet?” Dark Thought ‘20 years later and you're still just that scared boy who begged for my help. Can't even risk yourself to aid your oldest friend.’

A) Rhun frowns in concern “I'm sorry. I didn't realize my jests would bother you so.” B) Wolf sighs “No, I'm just tired, Rhun. It's been a long day. Confusing…”

Wolf at counter, putting a pot on the stove. Rhun half way there. R - “Well, I'm sorry nonetheless. Perhaps one day you'll move on but I shouldn't try to force you. I'll travel to Ul'dah alone.” W - “Thanks Rhun… but also -”

A) Wolf smiles earnestly “If you get into any trouble you would call my linkshell, right? You know Asuna would get me to you before the enemy took a single slash of your rapier.” B) Rhun smiles “Of course I would. Thank you, Wolf.”

Wolf taking a vegetable out of the basket, speaking smugly “Anyroad, if anyone is worth risking an Ul'dah prison for it's my best friend.” Rhun laughs “Well let us hope it does not come to that.”

Zoomed out shot. Wolf chopping vegetables. Rhun leaning against the counter talking. “And then to top it all off one of those blasted yarzon tried to make a meal of me. I don't know how you tolerated living there.” Wolf chuckles “The conjury lessons were worth all the mud.” Rhun continues “At least your apartment was comfortable - once I had thoroughly dusted.”

Two pots of stew boiling, Wolf stirring one. Rhun setting the table. Loetfryn at the door waving. “Alright, where's me grub?” Wolf looking at door as he stirs “There's the scallywag!” Rhun looking at door “Welcome, Loetfryn! Will your darling mother be joining us?”

My Comics in Chronological Order

#oc wolfram #ffxiv #ffxiv wol #ffxiv oc #hyur highlander #wolbahn #x'rhun tia #WolframBlog #ffxiv fanfiction #raubahn #raubahn aldynn

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adodysey · 2 years

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All my Caine/X’Rhun Tia sketches. Enjoy the gays

#ffxiv #ff14 #my art #miqo'te #viera #WoL #Caine #V #X'Rhun Tia #red mage #sketches #mini comic #npc #npc x oc

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crimsonsynastry · 1 year

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Throne

X'rhun Tia / Unnamed F!WoL

How had they ended up here, she wonders. How had she wound up with her skirts rucked up her hips and X’rhun Tia’s face between her thighs? How had she wound up with her fingers twined into his hair and her eyes watching his.. Watching as his irises gleamed and as his lips curled into a smirk…

Here, with her body upon the throne of Ala Mhigo. With him on his knees before her and his shoulders beneath her thighs, holding her apart just before his lips…?

#X'rhun Tia #X'rhun #X'rhun Tia X F!WoL #X'rhun Tia/WoL #X'rhun/WoL #X'rhun X WoL #X'rhun Tia X WoL #lemon #my writing

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setzer-hoolian · 11 months

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So I've been up in the air about doing this, but I'm going ahead with it! Introducing my Warrior or Light (and group dad) Setzer Hoolian

Setzer was born in Ala Mhigo and raised by his mother's tribe after she died in childbirth. His family, however, was less than kind. In fact, Setzer spent most of his years locked in a basement as they pretended he didn't exist. He never knew his true tribe, as his father was nowhere to been seen.

When Ala Mhigo was invaded by Garlemald, Setzer was abandoned by his family. Hoping to leave him for dead in the streets, Setzer was saved by a Miqo’te in red before being place on a carriage that brought him and many other refugees out of Ala Mhigo and to Ul'dah. Setzer was only fifteen at the time, and though confused and scared, shed no tears for the loss of his home. To him, this was freedom.

It's on the streets of Ul’dah that Setzer spent the next twenty years of his life. After struggling for the first couple of years, he was found by a Hyur who had made his infamy by stealing from the Syndicate to give to the people living on the streets and refugees in need of assistance. Sero Hoolian was the first kind person Setzer had met, and he taught Setzer how to survive. Setzer is incredibly grateful to the man who saved his life and even took Sero's last name as his own, having no title or status in his tribe.

A few weeks before the calamity, Setzer fell ill, and Sero had left to purchase medicine for him. When Sero didn't return after a few days, Setzer went searching for him. He managed to find Sero, but what he found was a broken mangled body. Setzer never fully recovered from that day and was nearly arrested for Sero's murder but was saved by a kind Lalafell named Lilira who happened to be with him when the body was found. Only days later, Setzer learned that Lady Lilira was, in fact, Nanamo, and she, alongside Raubahn, helped get Setzer a place in the Gladiator’s Guild so he could survive.

Following the calamity, Setzer began making a name for himself in the guild. He wasn't the best. Being a gladiator certainly wasn't where his skill set lay, but it helped him earn money and provide for the kids he had taken in. Cerelia, 19, a half elezen half hyur from Gridania. Torin, 18, a half Roegadyn half hyur from Mor Dhona, Bram and Barrett, 17, twin Hyurs from Limsa, and Nyx, 15, an Au'ra from Ishgard. All the kids Setzer had found on the streets and taken in, wanting to give them a better chance as Sero had once done for him.

It's through his care and protection of the kids that Setzer eventually gets dragged into being an adventurer and finding his crystal of light. Something he still to this day wishes never happened. As an Ala Mhigan growing up on the streets of Ul’dah, he never wanted people to know who he was and even as he started adventuring, joining his traveling party and the Wild Roses, he hid the fact that he was Ala Mhigan even from them. For the longest time, he hid his children, too. He knew that his adventuring would be dangerous, and he didn't want to put his children at risk.

As his adventures grew and became more challenging, Setzer became abysmally aware that his ability to weild a sword and shield was more of a hindrance than a help, and after a chance encounter, Setzer runs into X'rhun, a man who not only would become his teacher and close friend, but his lover and husband. A man who saved his life not once but twice now.

#setzer hoolian #wol x x'rhun #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #x'rhun tia #red mage #red mage kitties

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aoife-asturmaux · 3 months

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after seeing some good x'rhun fanart on twitter i decided to spend my evening sexualizing an old man

t'zekh.exe has stopped working

i um. i'll uh. i'll show myself out,

t'zekh's smile while looking at him though.......................... my heart

and then i unlocked ~ultimate power~ and made this one and decided i should probably go to bed. catboy yaoi overload

#miqo'te #warrior of light #x'rhun tia #wol x x'rhun #catboy pics #ffxiv #narrative

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ievaxol · 2 years

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OKAY LET ME TRY AGAIN

I am expectedly here to request x'rhun/wol

Prompt: wol can't get their close quarters combat quite right and is embarrassed about it

If you're not familiar enough with X'rhun to write him though

Then erenville/wol.

Wol has asked erenville to teach them about frogs. Erenville is quizzing them on their knowledge and they're doing woefully poorly.. or perhaps they're just distracted BC of who it is whose teaching them

It was rare that their paths crossed nowadays, rarer still that both of them had enough time for a spar. X'rhun kept abreast of her exploits best he could, piecing together the intel filtered through his contacts whilst trying not to sound overly eager for any updates on her whereabouts. Despite practicing that self control he couldn't help the way his foolish heart sped up when he caught a glimpse of her in the fields of Mor Dhona, nor how pleased he was that she agreed to going a few rounds. -- Her spellcasting is sublime, always had been. Like fireworks her spells explodes over the sparring area, pointed and precise bursts of aether delicately balanced to sting but not harm. It is a real treat to see her in action - he never tires of it - but he was waiting for something else. A shift of her foot followed by something to close the gap - The Warrior hesitates when she is close enough to follow up on the attack - just for a second - but it is enough for X'rhun to get a strike in with the blunted practice blade. Even with him holding back she hisses in pain and drops her rapier, embarrassment evident in her eyes. "Again." She grinds out and X'rhuns eyes narrow. This is not as it should be. "Let's go again!" The Warrior presses and instead of acquiescing he calmly sheathes his blade, holding her gaze all the while. "My friend, long have we traveled together. You are not only my former student but someone I consider a friend. Will you not tell me what's wrong?" The Warriors hackles rise visibly but only for a brief moment; then her shoulders sag and she all but collapses against the miqo'te in a hug he did not at all expect. "It's Zenos -" she starts and X'rhun doesn't quite freeze but it's a close thing. He's heard of the spoiled princeling from Garlemald and the destruction he's wrought - he knew the warrior has crossed paths with him as well, has heard the whispered tales in dimly lit inns. "I see him," she whispers into his chest like it would hurt her to speak it out loud. "When I fight. In every face. Close quarters they - they terrify me." X'rhun considers this, slowly wrapping his arms around the slender woman. His words, usually eloquent and ready at a moments notice, fail him. What did she endure that led his brightest student to falter like this? "I must relearn, Rhun," she says, determination lacing her words - but there's an edge of fear to them, too. "Won't you help me?" He takes a step back and searches her face, tucks an errant strand of hair behind her ears. The use of his name sends a shiver down his spine that he quickly quashes - this is not the time for it. "You know my calling is to teach red magic to whomsoever proves themselves worthy - and you have proven yourself beyond the shadow of doubt. If you can stand my tutelage once more, I'll gladly have you." X'rhun smiles and she exhales, a glint of hope in her eyes.

#x'rhun tia #x'rhun x wol #ffxiv #x'rhun #the only way to get more familiar with him is to write him!#hopefully it landed somewhat in character #fun fact i went back and replied some rdm quests to try and grasp his voice #thats why this took so long HAHA #ask #askprompt #crimsonsynastry #thank you for the prompt!!!!#almost wish i could do the erenville one too hm hmmm #mine writing

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