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@eternalswind
BUT WHATāS IMPORTANT IS TO BE TRUE TO YOURSELF AS YOU WALK IT. gāraha tia of square enixās final fantasy xiv, as summoned by reyes. personal interpretation, headcanon-based, crossover galore. adventuring with: sarastuss, giriure.
ONLY THEN CAN WE HOPE TO BE CONTENT WHEN WE ARRIVE AT THE END OF ONEā AND STEP FORWARD INTO ANOTHER. ĖĖĖ
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still insane to me that the exarch breaking his arm to keep it flexible and basically held together by force of will was bcs he was in such deep grief over the loss of his people after a sin eater attack that the pieces were slowly falling off š
" you've made a fool of me, you know that, right? " the warrior of light mumbles. currently seated at the table in her room at the pendants, cora sat with her head in her hands, both thumbs rubbing both of her temples. though the immediate threat was gone, there were now other things to worry about. like how to send the rest of the scions home, for example. still, the two miqo'te managed to steal away a moment to catch up. who knew when the opportunity would next present itself? " i should've recognized you. why didn't i recognize you? " she exclaims, less frustrated with the exarchā with g'raha than she was with herself, feeling rather... embarrassed by the whole situation. she groans, letting her head fall on the table, forehead hitting the surface of it with a dull thump. " i'm horrible. "
"cora... you are many things. horrible is not one of them." if anyone's earned that word, it's the man who let her believe a lie for so long. vaguely does he remember when @bludlily first arrived, asking of g'raha tiaā and gods, did it pain him, to be mysteriously evasive and deflective, hiding who he was so her actions weren't influenced by knowing who he really is. it wasn't the first time he'd had to watch her from a distance, unable to say what he wanted to; an old ache, one that had followed him for years. many such cases grew exponentially, speaking of their history. it didn't help that the tower looming over both of them served as a constant reminder. he looks down at his hands, fingers of spoken flesh and crystal intertwined nervously. "you will be pleased to know i rehearsed several very dignified responses for this exact conversation... all of which have apparently left me the moment i needed them, soā"
a thumb rubs against the other, in an attempt to self-soothe. "what i mean to say, is none of this was yours to see through. i forged the mask to fool you specifically, if i'm being truthful." ignore the fact that he tried to sacrifice himself, of course. one life instead of the world; a footnote in the hero's story. she, as well as everyone else, had already given him an earful upon emet-selch's defeat. "so... if you're horrible, then i'mā i'm considerably worse, and far less charming about it, given how badly this is going."
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"perhaps there's potential in you." @studiodrafts (as midna) manifests as if from thin air. the words are offered casually, almost offhandedly, despite their weight. g'raha remains unperturbed, hands on his hips. his tail gives a lazy, thoughtful sway as he considers her statement.
"perhaps?" he lifts a brow. "a devastating choice of wording. now i'm left wondering whether i'm hovering just above complete disappointment, or only a few heroic deeds away from earning a more confident endorsement." a chuckle. "though, in fairness, 'potential' is a marked improvement over some of the things i've been called." he begins counting on his fingers. "reckless. stubborn. incorrigibly curious. chronically incapable of leaving well enough alone." another finger. "far too willing to sacrifice himseā-" his hand drops. "no, wait. not that one." the response comes a touch too quickly.
he clears his throat then. "in any case. if your verdict is that there may, perhaps, be something worthwhile in me yet, i'll accept it with all due humility and grace." his smile grows. "...after a period of unbearable self-satisfaction, naturally." a pause. the expression softens at the edges. "though i think it's the perhaps that will trouble me most... i suspect i'll spend the rest of the evening curious about what exactly you saw."
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ā my dear friend, my successor as azem. to you, i entrust the future. it is time that you wake, for the never-ending journey calls for you. walk free, &. bear the light for others to follow, as you've ever done. title of azem shed centuries ago; now, you must become the warrior of light. ā
an independent, mutuals-only writing blog for THE WARRIOR OF LIGHT / AZEM, named SARASTUS. based on the final fantasy xiv - game, with my own adaptations to the lore, ( the main importance sarastus' soul remained mostly unharmed during the sundering, because of hydaelyn ) written by deax, ( she / her, 26 )
g'raha's head is pillowed on @giriure's thighs, her fingers carding through his untied hair in careful ministrations. when she cups his face, he sleepily reaches to twine his fingers with hers. "you are loved, you are not alone, and you deserve to know that," she says in a whisper. for a moment, the only answer is the idle brush of his thumb across her knuckles. then he blinks up at her.
"loved, am i?" he leans into her touch. she's warm... so warm. "after all this time, i fear i've become rather out of practice accepting such things." his eyes close. "it's... strange." a swallow. "i spent so many years teaching myself not to want it. not because i believed myself incapable of being loved, perhaps... but because it seemed a luxury. one i had neither the time nor right to indulge." his thumb continues to stroke the back of their hand. the words come easier than they ought to. one confession gives way to another; old wants and older sorrows alike unspool from the depths of his heart beneath their tender hands. "it was simpler to devote myself wholly to the work before me. simpler to accept that whatever became of me in the end was of little consequence, so long as everyone else reached tomorrow." his voice begins to waver. "i spent years convincing myself i had made peace with that. that if i was remembered, it would be enough. that if i could help bring about a better future, nothing more was required."
i believed it, too.
when he opens his eyes again, there is something achingly vulnerable in them. "then i met you again." he slowly rises from her lap, this time with one hand cupping her cheek. "and suddenly i found myself wanting things. time. a home. mornings spent doing nothing in particular." his gaze lowers. "...the chance to stay." a soft laugh escapes him. "it is... rather humiliating, in hindsight. to discover that beneath all those lofty ambitions and noble sacrifices was simply a man who wished to be loved. a man who wished not to be alone." he looks up. "and now you sit here and tell me that i am loved as if it were the simplest truth in the world." his lips lift, but only just. "if i'm honest, mana..." he inches closer. his hand travels from their cheek to their chin. "i do not know if i shall ever grow accustomed to hearing it." his thumb grazes her bottom lip. he bridges the rest of the distance. "but i should very much like to try."
"ā¦do try not to disappoint them, hm?" @aidcneus's voice hums at his side. the exarch does not answer at first. only the slight tightening of his grip upon his staff marks acknowledgment. then, from beneath the cowl, his gaze turns. a foreign presence hangs in the airā- a mingling of smoke and dark florals, warm, spiced, and wholly out of place.
"if disappointment is your concern, you've been its most reliable source for some time," he says with thinly-veiled irritation. for better or worse, the ascian has a way of drawing it out of him; an emotion he is hard-pressed to keep in check as of late. he fully faces him. "...tell me, emet-selchā- when exactly did you decide that becoming the cause of disappointment made you qualified to warn others against it?" his head inclines. "you speak as though it is a warning. as though i ought to take counsel from the one who has made disappointment his constant companion."
"i do not doubt your experience in the matter. on the contrary... i find it rather extensive. however," his hand, still of spoken blood, rises in a brief, almost theatrical gesture, "experience alone does not grant understanding." he looks once more to the crystal glass, away from that gilded stare of his. "you have had millennia to become accustomed to the consequences of your choices. i have had only enough time to ensure i do not repeat them."
ā i think it is rather adorable, ā she spoke, her gaze warm as daylight pouring from the skies, attention poured to the little fellow upon their feet. ā they did a good job, it even portrays similar mannerisms, it seems. ā
"a dangerous collection, if you ask me." g'raha crouches beside them, resting his chin in his hand as he assesses the matter with exaggerated seriousness. "one resembles the boy who first journeyed with you. another resembles the man who spent centuries waiting to do so again." his gaze lingers on the pair, before following @sarastuss's own to the newest addition: a miniature likeness of herself. "and now there's one of you as well." a laugh. "frankly, i'm more surprised it took this long." he would have expected a likeness of her long before now. after all, there are precious few souls whose deeds have touched so many lives. fewer still who inspire such affection.
he sighs then, theatrically, and gestures toward the assembly of mammets. "look at them. they enjoy your company from dawn until dusk, accompany you wherever you please, and ask for little more than the occasional pat on the head." his expression grows increasingly mournful. "meanwhile, i am expected to attend meetings, fulfill obligations, and conduct myself with a shred of dignity."
"i confess, i cannot help but feel a touch envious." though his tone remains light, his smile softens as he watches the tiny versions of himself standing beside hers. "the younger one spent a single adventure wishing for more. the older one spent centuries hoping for another chance." a hand is over his chest in mock offense. "and somehow both of them have secured a far more favorable arrangement than i have." his eyes find hers, bright with amusement. "tell me, my loveā- do you suppose there's room for one more at your feet, or has that position already been claimed?"
what she doesn't know is what i'm holding behind my back
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he's been nursing his drink under the roof of the rising stones for the better part of the hour, seemingly lost in thoughtā- at least until @zmhati sauntered over. "the memory remains vivid, yet it feels like a lifetime ago," is what he says, after a pause. g'raha schools his expression into a practiced lightness as he lifts his eyes from his tankard to meet the warrior sitting across from him.
"it does, doesn't it?" he is aware, as he considers it, of how often their conversations once escalated without warning. how quickly words could turn, how reflexive the response had been. it had been exhausting, in its way, though not without its own strange consistency: the ease with which disagreement became default. now the memory feels both immediate and distant at once, as though he is observing it from two positions he is still learning how to reconcile.
he looks back down to his drink; his reflection distorts in the wine. "i too remember it vividly. though i also notice, while speaking, that i am... physically here in a way i was not accustomed to then." his thumb absently brushes the tankard's handle. "that is proving more distracting than i anticipated."
"if this is simply a matter of satisfying your curiosity, i'm afraid i must refuse." @pandektes says from behind him. together, they return to the same well-trodden path, an air of insufferable intrigue: questions met with evasion, sincerity with deflection.
"then refuse. i assure you, i am quite accustomed to it." the exarch does not turn away from the panoramic window as he speaks. "you have always preferred observation to participation, after all. it grants one the luxury of judgment without the inconvenience of vulnerability. from that distance, everyone else's motives are easy to pick apart." he smiles wryly. it bleeds into his voice. "yet the moment someone attempts the same with you, the shutters come down and the conversation ends." there lies the heart of it, perhaps. emet-selch remains detached from everyone around him, then wonders why none can meet him where he stands.
"how unfortunate. i was beginning to think you might finally allow yourself the indignity of being known."
ā FROM THE MOUTH OF : THE SCIONS.
a collection of starter prompts taken from hoary and ochre boulder, coultenet, f'lhaminn, alianne, ephemie, riol, bluomwyda, aergmhus, v'mah tia, j'moldva, aenor and clemence cockburne from ffxiv - there may be spoilers. change pronouns and gender as needed.
yours is a welcome face indeed in these troubled times.
well, far be it from me to turn away good company.
to see them as they are and be powerless to help themā¦ it is a pain beyond words.
i believe proper introductions have yet to be made.
if i didn't know you better ā and i do ā i'd say you were merely seeking to test yourself against a legend.
ā¦do try not to disappoint them, hm?
what better way to test my mettle?
the tales barely do you justice!
these moments of peace never last long though, do they?
i had no idea that you would be assisting us personally, [ name ]!
if such thoughts bring you joy, you are welcome to think them.
i know it's important work, but sometimes you want to be in the thick of it, you know?
he is a good man, but i can tell the betrayal yet weighs on his mind.
i'm thinking of commissioning a pair of ringsā¦
[ name ], you cannot be serious! he must be three times your size! i mean, how would you even...
no, no, don't tell me. i don't want to know.
long has it been since we last met, but surely you haven't forgotten, have you?
really, you didn't have to come all this way just for us!
come here - let me have a good look at you.
those dark days are behind us at last.
ā¦it feels good to be home again.
ā¦gods help me, but the older i get, the more sentimental i become.
glad though i am to be home, i cannot help but think of those who have yet to returnā¦
an unexpected but welcome reunion indeed!
a passing fancy i could suffer, but this!?
i keep thinking about youā¦ and your brotherā¦ and meā¦
would that i had something other than grim tidings to share with herā¦
leave the worrying to us, for the time being, at least.
my wardrobe will certainly not lack for color!
gods, i did not expect to meet you strolling about town!
to fight at your side has long been a dream that i can scarce believe is coming true.
since when did you become a bloodhound?
a storm of blood approaches fastā¦
we travel where the wind takes us, and drink in all the wonders this world has to offer.
i ain't ready to climb into me grave just yet!
i too have been reflecting on the choices which shaped my path.
i thought long and hard about how to approach you without arousing suspicion...
still, there are nights when i lie awake wondering, if i had done things differently...
we must count our blessings, must we not? we are still here, and most of what was broken can be rebuilt.
i am heartened to see not a single face clouded with despair!
i hoped you'd come to your senses, but I see you're still in the throes of withdrawal.
how cruel fate is to force me to choose...
i don't think i'd be much use on a battlefield these days.
i know your instinct is to charge into the fray, but even heroes need rest.
these revelations are dire, but the flame of hope yet burns bright.
i followed your every success, and celebrated in secret.
it was no trouble to me, my darling.
i need you to realize how far you've come, and how much further you may still ā must still go.
you have succeeded where i failed, and made me so proud that... that words fail me.
never did i imagine such greatness could be born from a beginning so humble.
not everyone who endeavors to find me does so with the best intentions.
do you imagine i travelled all this way on a whim?
duty is an unforgiving mistress, eh?
such is the fate of he who would toy with women's hearts.
let us see how [ names]'s silver tongue wags its way out of this one.
repetition and routine beget skill. skill begets confidence.
not that I expected any less, but 'tis good to see you home and unharmed.
wish they'd hurry up and get their arses back over hereā¦
it would seem her legacy is indeed in capable hands.
if this is simply a matter of satisfying your curiosity, i'm afraid i must refuse.
oh, as if you wouldn't try to get rid of me at the first opportunity!
my sister has the most curious ideas about courtshipā¦
you mean to help us, even after learning of the horrible thing we've done?
oh, [ name ], why must you always fall for these tragic types?
adventurers never stay in one place, for it is not who we are.
you would think i'd be used to it by now, having to see your children off, but...
they're smitten with the newcomer, the both of them!
i won't let him come between us! hmmm, if he were to join us, on the other hand...
even as ābit playersā they show such passion, such fervor!
oh, what i wouldn't give to be a bit player too ā or better yet, play with their ā
there was nothing i could do but pray from here.
i was relieved to the point of tears when everyone made it back safely.
since she can't seem to spare any concern for me, i won't offer any to her, either!
strange to say that it is amidst this ceaseless clamor that i feel most at peace.
pain is but weakness leaving the bodyā¦
far too much blood has been spilt, and far too many lives lost.
full glad am i to have everyone back ā the place had been too quiet.
they're practically inseparable these days, and i don't think he has many other friendsā¦
much has happened these past moons, and we all can use a rest every now and again.
the memory remains vivid, yet it feels like a lifetime ago.
do i truly inspire so little confidenceā¦?
look forward, never back. devote yourself only to the present.
what of this fetching young lady with whom you seem so well acquainted?
i set out on this journey with a single goal, and it has been achieved.
now that freedom is won, we'd be fools to let it slip through our fingers.
none of us could have foreseen what unfolded thereā¦
i've been friends with [ name ] long enough to know he doesn't like people fussing over him.
indeed, her skillful ministrations have provided much comfortā¦
i know all too well the burden that is a precocious sibling.
i've realized it's time I found my own way in life.
while we may enjoy a comparatively peaceful life at present, it does not mean that no trouble is afoot.
though the worst has yet to come, i must abstain from indulging in a glass of wine until after it's passed.
i must admit, her enthusiasm is rather contagious.
remember ā you do not walk alone, my friend.
besides, you should be out having grand adventures, not withering away here with me.
over the years i've learned that it is better to busy yourself with things you can control rather than worry about things you cannot.
yes, the world may still be in the throes of change, but it is improving.
i sit here, praying that whatever new road you walk will bring you the wonder and joy you deserve.
TAKE MY GODDAMN MONEY AND TAKE IT NOWā¼ļø
look to those that walked before / the land waker, a lost hero of cartenau. z'mhati zheli, a final fantasy xiv character &. local warrior too stubborn to quit. 21+ only, extremely crossover friendly and oriented. / to lead those who walk after.
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HER MOUTH WARM, INVITING ; ALL FOR HIM TO DEVOUR! such a beautiful thing, to watch how the sun itself can bend, to surrender ... even with all the steady, undeniable presence of it. the beat of the golden heart is elevated when her body shifts against g'raha's own, her thighs straddling over his, as he sits upon the bed &. the warrior has found her purpose upon his lap. fabric has been abandoned when it started to feel like something insulting, when two bodies that have yearned for one another through space &. time can be pressed close like so, without anything in-between.
her hands map the muscles of upon his shoulders, his back, ... the shift of them matching the heat of the kisses that are induced with the fire alight within the champion herself. every inch of him has already been mapped, &. burned into her memory that taunts so beautifully even during waking hours. every touch she gives is worship ; every touch still speaks of the knowledge of how long they have both waited for one another, &. now, the sun seeks to devour, to love him into flame.
so greedy, can even the golden heart of the hero be, when given the right to reach for something selfish.
a soft sound escapes into their open mouthed kisses as she feels g'raha shift underneath her touch so, ... one hand upon the small of her back, the other underneath her thigh, bringing her closer, still. no distance, no distance, no distance, their hearts beat. ... tension exists somewhere in her muscles still, from the aftermath the towers of telophoroi's still woven in her ; like a weapon manifested unable to realize that for now, there is a moment to breathe.
he sees it, of course he does. there is not an ounce of her that he would not know ... so woven, are these two souls, even across every impossibility. not even the stars themselves can manage to stand upon their path.
suddenly, the grip of his tightens ; a pleasant sensation that makes another breath get caught in her throat ... but once he shifts their places, when her back meets the soft mattress underneath &. his body hovers hers, ... all without their lips never abandoning one another, ( because of course, he would have known the precise angles to pull such a move. ) the very breath is exhaled then, so sweetly, as for a moment her eyes open ... golden hues' glow brighter now, emotions running high! her lush lips swollen from the hunger of their kisses, ethereal expression ruined &. dazed. there is a question there in her gaze, but she already feels the way his mouth trails to her neck, lips &. tongue announcing their worship of her skin, while she feels the graze of teeth here &. there, just enough to make claim, to leave proof for them to know, he was there.
@eternalswind : let me take care of you.
INTENTIONS MADE KNOWN ; IT IS BOTH A PLEA &. A DEMAND. because he sees, he knows. her head tilts against the pillow, giving him more room to roam, to touch, &. she feels the claim being made. a pleased sound leaves her lips, soft as the dawn yet holding something of that enchanting darkness in it. her back arches slightly, yearning, yearning, yearning. ( impatient, are we, hero? ) the way his mouth travels lower, collarbone, chest ... all maddening in the sweetest way. her hands move to the back of his neck, the other to the red of his hair, fingers curling there once with one kiss, then by the other, a gentle caress of his ear that she has learned will reward her with a sweet sound of his own.
there always exists the instinct to be the one that moves, &. it is her body reaching for that instinct. her body speaks the words as they brew atop her tongue, about to speak of the fact she wants to take care of him all the same, to plead to let her taste his skin once more ... ā g'raā ā but then, his mouth finds the place where she aches the most in this moment ; the wetness of her, warm, ready. her back arches from the mattress from the contact of his lips, leaving such a worshipful kiss there. her breath breaks on his name, mouth ajar from the sound of it. then, came his tongue, as he tasted once more how sweet even the most lethal, ethereal thing can be.
every argument she had died upon her tongue, right then.
her hand moved to his hair then, fingers curling in it in a tug of someone needing to hold on. ā g'raha ... ā his name, like a prayer itself as his practiced tongue swirled. her hips shifted, adjusting to the rhythm he gave, ā so good, ā it came out breathless, wrecked. ā you are so good for me. ā
AGAINST THE NIGHT ,
a sentence starter prompts list comprised of quotes from the novel a torch against the night by sabaa tahir. please be advised that this list may involve topics including, but not limited to, murder, death, and violence. change verbiage as needed.
how did they find us so fast?
if your sins were blood, you would drown in a river of your own making.
you ask what am i, but what are you?
stay out of the way. no matter how bad it looks, don't interfere, don't try to help.
when the fear takes over, use the only thing more powerful, more indestructible, to fight it: your spirit. your heart.
we have to keep going. we have to get out of the city.
if something happens to me, don't fear.
you took long enough. iāve waited hours.
if you think i need an army to destroy you, you are mistaken.
donāt falter now, fool. youāll regret it.
bad luck to lie to a comrade-in-arms.
do you enjoy it? the hurt you cause? the pain? i can see it. you carry it with you. why? does it bring you happiness?
i donāt mean toāi donāt want to hurt people.
you destroy all those who get close to you.
you are dead, you just donāt know it yet.
youāve been blacked out for hours. i thought you might not wake up.
donāt you dare fade out on me again.
i canāt do this without you.
stay. donāt go back. i need you.
iām going to hurt you. i hurt everyone.Ā
try to stay. you were gone for so long last time, and i need you to stay.
tell me another story. tell me another memory. something good.
if you care for [name], then do not let [name] care for you.
like the poison that rages within you, you have no antidote.
willpower alone cannot change oneās fate.
thirteen fractures is nothing.
iām about as good with tears as i am with declarations of love.
every time i stare into your eyes, i see my nightmares.
now you seem older and harder and, perhaps most terrifyingly, wiser.
he insisted that killing you would lead to my doom.
to be honest, iām tempted to slit your throat just to see what happens. perhaps i still will.
iām yours to command, my lord.
i donāt have allies. i have people who owe me things and people who want things and people who use me and people whom i use.
you swore to be the sword that executes my will. now is the chance to prove your loyalty.
i need him dead and i want you to be the one who kills him.Ā
i want you to watch the light die in his eyes. i want him to know itās the person he cares for most in the world who shoved a blade through his heart.
i want it to haunt you for all your days.
heās sly enough to escape the bounty hunters quite easily, but you and i both know that he would never be able to escape you.
how do i kill the man i love?
forgive me, but how can you speak to me of obsession?
small victories have made you daring. do not let them make you stupid.
you have your orders. carry them out.
it will destroy you if youāre not careful.
would you care to hear my theory?
your injuries tell me youāve seen battle.
the problem with greedy people is that they think everyone is as greedy as they are.
weāre surrounded.
iāll catch you.
almost there. stay with me now.
