ar lath ma.

MAVHENYAN is a independent, multi-fandom multi-muse, primarily featuring muses from DRAGON AGE & FINAL FANTASY XIV, at present.  Written by ALLEN ( 26, transmasc, they/he ) and crossover + oc + duplicate friendly.           rules. muses. interest checker.

Yeehaw. Archiving this blog to clean it up because it’s a messy bitch and half of it is literally a character that’s on his own blog now. My tags are a mess and my meme tag is apparently cursed. Nothing’s getting dropped, except for a muse that never saw interaction. Dragon Age muses are still there, plus an old muse of mine and test muses that I’ve decided to not hide away in a test blog anymore. Others will probably added and bios will get done over time. 

Oh gods it truly was worse than they thought.

As soon as the smoke had cleared and the spot of white hair could be soon from the carnage, G’raha almost thought to rethink his previous complaints. Mayhap it was only Alphinaud, fit to arrive on scene to help whoever had created this mess. Surely, he was a grand cook; having made breakfast for the group plenty of times.

But then the tan cloth of Alisaie’s jacket made itself apparent, and he understood all too well what kind of situation they were in.

“A-Alisaie…?” There were a few gentle coughs that escaped him, ones he tried to hide as he buried his nose into his scarf. The scent was overwhelmingly terrible.

“Now before you go bickering and complaining about my lack of skill, I would ask that you consider helping me instead!” The elezen was quick to defend herself, before another billow of smoke escaped the rather angry looking stove.

This was bad. Terrible even. Alisaie could think of no better way to deal with this than just letting the whole building crumble to dust underneath the flames.

But…perhaps there were better options.

“Is there any way we can rid ourselves of it?? It simply cannot be saved at this point.” She pauses, mumbling to herself. “And to think this was supposed to be a thank you gift…”

“Gods above, a what?” 

He’s incredulous, to say the least, that whatever this godsforsaken smell was could be called a thank you gift. Whatever recipe she was following ought to be burned, just like the dish itself. 

“Ye might be needin’ a new recipe on top o’ the rest of it,” A’aba says, not wanting to hurt her feelings or anything of the sort, but if the smell was even burning his nose hairs, who in the hell knows how young G’raha felt?

“Out with it! Douse it and toss it,” he says, quick to do exactly as he himself had instructed, dialing down the stove’s heat and gesturing for one of the two mages to stifle its stench and smoke alike under a small Blizzard spell. Like hells he was gonna let it sit in here, stinking up the joint, all so everyone else could suffer in the same way the two of ‘em had.  

And Alisaie o’course, but the perpetrator didn’t count. She was just livin’ with her own mistakes, far as her nose was concerned, if it was even half as bad to her as it was to him.

“What in the hells were ye tryin’ to make, Ali? And for whom? Ye find a girlfriend you’re not tellin’ anyone about?”

The weight of others death was never easy to uphold, and yet they tread on. On and on, and some days it haunts her. It haunts the teen; her smile still plagues her, how she continued to harbor hatred for the brunette for the sole reason that she reminded her of her younger days.

                              What was she to do about that?

Things could’ve been different if she wasn’t so stubborn; if she had just… Leia stops at her tracks. Her sudden halt caused the person following close behind her to bump into the teen and click their tongue. Scolding her for her action, but the Dragoon was far too deep in her thoughts to care for it at this time.

                 Never mind that it wouldn’t change things now, anyway.

                    Her realm was gone; yet she continues to mourn.

With a heavy sigh, Leia raises her gaze to see a shocking familiar figure standing a ways away. Her eyelids fluttered, thinking that the light was playing tricks on her–or it could be her insomnia affecting her. Unaware that at this point her gaze could burn a hole into the other until the other spoke, “Ah, s-sorry I didn’t mean to…”

Did she not? Was that a lie? It was certainly unintentional. “Uh, to be honest…I’m not so sure myself!” she gives them a light bashful chuckle as the teen rubbed the back of her head.

“But I’m R’leia Warrick. Whether we have, or haven’t, it’s nice to meet you!”

Yotsuyu remembered her, though her name had certainly escaped her. One of the warriors that had joined in seeing her nearly meet her end. How was it that she had survived, hm? Through mercy? Chance? Certainly it was not a favor of her dear brother that had allowed her to survive. 

She hums when the woman introduces herself—formally this time—and gives a name Yotsuyu is almost she never cared to know, though perhaps Tsuyu had. 

“R’leia, is it?”

She repeats the name, testing it, trying to remember how Tsuyu might have felt about over how she knew Yotsuyu did, but her own thoughts escaped her.

“You were a part of the group that nearly killed me, were you not?”