I couldnβt sleep so have some Emet ficness I spewed out while trying to make myself tired lmfao
Kinda like if the same thing happened to the WoL as Y'stola did (She goes Wheeee into the stream~) - how Emet would possibly react v:
I dont normally write so please forgive any errors @v@
... I also probably have an odd writing style, but I hope it's enjoyed.
I probably also shouldn't have to mention to please not post this anywhere else without my permission ;v;
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He tried to ignore the familiar colored soul drifting through the stream. It couldnβt have been you. You- the hero of Eorzea and the East. You- who had fell countless enemies- primals- near gods. Nay, that couldnβt be you.
And even if it was you, shouldnβt this make him happy? The Champion of Eorzea no longer a threat to his plans for the rejoining. He should be happy.
Then why did he feel such⦠a loss? Anxiety? Pulling at his chest?
He turned his slumped back away from the stream, your soul gently drifting through it.
The next few days were torture for him. Any attempt to banish the thought of the familiar soul from his mind failed. He found himself nibbling- biting- at the seams of his glove as he stared at nothing.
To prove it to himself- he paid visit to those who glared at him. Your friends and the Crystal Exarch- although the words he caught before they realized he had arrived caused no relief from the anxiety pooling in his chest.
You were missing. And had been missing for a few days. It was unlike you to leave without a word to at least one of them.
Putting on his usual airs, he played it off fairly well, hiding his concern and taunting the others. Oh what would they do without you?
He smirked as the Exarch tried to hide his clenched jaw in the shadows of his hood- obviously feeling worried and guilty if you had actually met your end here in the First. Guilt that he called you here just to meet your end.
With a huff and one last taunt, he waved to the now agitated group as he vanished, but he wasnβt just going back to his recreated home.
No, he found himself slumped, standing where he first had seen your soul adrift, eyes scanning. Eventually they did land on that beautiful color, and slowly reached his hand out.
Should he do this? You would get in his way again. You would cause trouble and problems⦠but soon those thoughts got shoved to the back of his mind⦠and he snapped.
You had to be as careless as that Miqo'te. Or maybe just somehow lucky. Your body and self were pulled from the stream as easily as picking a flower and gently floated before him.
It was now that he hesitated- eyes landing on a spot normally covered by your armor⦠a birthmark that he long recognized.
Out of all the thousands of years and many more heartbreaks- nothing could have prepared him for the cruel reality that you were in fact⦠his dear Azem.
He clenched his teeth and tore his eyes away from your form- snapping once again to give you decency. He then paused, not trusting himself to hold you.
Could he let you go if he did?
His hands shaking, he reached out and took your limp form in his arms, holding the majority of you to his chest as he let out a shaky breath. You were not whole. Sundered. Ugly.
He kept telling himself this but the gentle breaths you took against him, and your peaceful face had his thought spinning.
Until your eyes cracked open barely, trying to focus on the face the warm embrace that held you belong to. His eyes were focused on you- preparing another taunt- about how the great hero-
Your lips cracked and moved, and he thought his heart would stop the moment he saw his true name form soundless on your lips.
The name you had called him countless times before- back when the world was right and unsundered.
His words caught in his throat and before he could react-- respond- you had passed out once more.
He stood there for a long while- holding your body gently- mind whirling. No. It wasnβt possible you remembered. He did not see correctly.
He clenched his jaw again as he opened a portal and stepped through- entering the room at the Pendants. This is where you stayed wasnβt it?
He gently laid you down and stared for a moment longer before pulling himself away and vanishing, shoulders slumped even more than they have been. A memory weighing heavier than usual.
You awoke quite some time later, confused to how you were in your room. Did one of your friends find you and bring you back? You would have to ask later.
It only added to the confusion when you did see them again- and none of them had brought you back- nor knew you were in your room- not even the roomkeep.
A hazy memory was there but it was out of reach- like a dream slipping away.
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