G'RAHA TIA

this is a private, independent final fantasy xiv blog written by lynn ( 20+, she/her ), side blog to @veinblooded consisting of g’raha tia, your local friendly miqo’te. heavily headcanon based and semi-selective with sproadic activity. minors and personal blogs do not interact.

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current verses: ffxiv. 

And when the night is falling on your heart

I'll be there in the dark

To re-ignite your heart

You don't have to save

Yourself

I'll be at the bottom

it appears that he has fallen asleep -- unbothered by the noise and the jiggle of the chocobo carriage. not only that, but he is slowly tipping to the side, as well, head coming to a rest on the shoulder of the person beside him.

          how— very unexpected...

          yet g’raha couldn’t find it in himself to shake... whoever this was awake; he didn’t have the heart to. he was simply waiting for y’shtola to do whatever that she needed to do in limsa lominsa, something to do with admiral merlwyb and the current state of limsa’s peace treaty with the kobolds, when he felt the sudden weight on his shoulder that probably, definitely belonged to this other m’qote who had unfortunately become a victim to a deep slumber. they must have been exhausted to fall asleep on random strangers, and so peacefully too— eyes closed without a care in the world, just letting themselves be spirited away into a land untouched... g’raha wished he could be like that sometimes. 

           ​‘ oh! ’     a small gasp. 

          g’raha’s ears flicked upward immediately in embarrassment once the sudden realisation of their intimate position settled in and hit him like a truck, making him suck in a huge breath— twelve, he was standing so close to wyatt, so close that their breath seemed to mingle as one, and their face an inch apart. he didn’t mean to... he didn’t mean to do this... but...

          eyes unconsciously trailed to wyatt’s lips as daring visions started to flood his head, just waves of improper images... of wyatt— his heart jumped at that. he shouldn’t even entertain the idea, especially not now, not wyatt, but... despite the profound knowledge that his body possessed, he can’t think of anything, unable to even conjure up a single coherent thought to defend himself even though the more... rational side of him desperately trying to do so— trying being the keyword, unfortunately, because all g’raha could manage at this very moment was... clamping his mouth shut as if, in fact, he was a complete idiot.  

          he was staring. he knew he was staring, painfully aware of it in fact and he shouldn’t, but he could not stop despite trying his best to will himself so. that toad... face? head piece? fashion item? was giving him a heart attack. he didn’t expect to see it after he finally succeeded summoning the warrior of light into the first, and definitely didn’t expect to be reunited with it so early in the morning too... big and ominously pink and unblinking and suspiciously blank and— oh, twelve, what was she talking about? 

SHE’S A BIT ASHAMED TO ADMIT HEARING THAT embarrassed her much more than she’d like  :  it’s not as clear as when he gets embarrassed, mind, but the crossing of her arms as she absently kicks dirt ‘pon the ground does not rightfully do anything to help her case. She’s not sure why hearing it from him makes her feel so on guard, but if she were to guess, she supposes their rather rocky start might have aught to do with it. As if she had been the only one nursing a grudge all this time, from the moment she’d stepped into the First, albeit against her will.

“Here I’d have thought our potential for friendship ruined for the future after how I treated you back then.”  To the Exarch, she had been so exceedingly unkind. She knows now, she had blamed him for something he could not have rightfully controlled and it had been for the best, in the end, regardless. But hindsight does not heal past transgressions. She chews ‘pon her lip for a moment before sheepishly lifting her gaze to meet his own.  “Had I been the only one angry, all this time? I had assumed you’d have not liked me very much after our first meeting.”  It would be just like her, she thinks, to expect someone to dislike her and in the end, they had been her comrade all this time. She did seem to have a history of it within the Scions.

“I just  —  are you  .  .  .  making fun of me?”

          alisaie’s reactions were— he supposed, normal given the unfortunate circumstances of how their relationship started, and it wasn’t exactly a pleasant start even to him. nay, far from it. when he did what he did, which was stupidly— accidentally summoned the scions of the seventh dawn, alisaie into the first whereas he meant only to call for the warrior of light, he still could not forget her terrified expression once the situation sank in and the way it reflected deeply in her soul. it wasn’t because she was scared, if it was, g’raha would have felt slightly less guilty than he did now, it was because she thought she had left the warrior of light to struggle alone again against whatever threats they were facing, and that she had betrayed every promise made. it broke his heart. so he understood the fury directed towards him back then. he accepted it willingly, deservedly and merely sought to aid her with adapting to the first to the best of his abilities as a means to ask for her forgiveness. 

          time flew, and here he was: reunited against all odd, side by side. throughout the course of their journey together, he had learnt much more of alisaie, of how she was always the bravest in the face of danger, how she never flinched from speaking her mind and how she refused to yield despite the constant challenges thrown at her steps, cruel and relentless as they tore her apart and chewed her alive. she persisted on, headstrong and full of passion. never afraid to stand her ground, never afraid to lend a helping hands to those in need. so strong and determined— how could he not love her? if alisaie thought he would let their rocky start, one whose fault was entirely his to bear, to get in the way of a precious friendship that promised so many things, and to deny himself of a wonderful companion, who cherished her friends and family more than herself, she was dead wrong. g’raha would make sure she understood that.