The heavens voice

Hi I go by Niamh!!

GPOSER, FFXIV enjoyer, performer and RPer!

Talks about too many things

Latina and very unapologetic about it (Peruvian and Niamh is Latina)

Elezen and Paissa enthusiast

Links to things:

Bsky: https://bsky.app/profile/syunikiss.bsky.social

RP Info: https://niamhrunlaeth.carrd.co

If you find me the occasional funny hoe and like what I do I do take Kofi donations! https://ko-fi.com/niamhrunnie

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#OOC tooxt: Literally is ooc chat, shitposting, whatever! Debating if I wanna make a side blog for personal stuff

#Radiant Answer: Niamh and Kaito ship stuff

CW for blood

Somewhere deep in the underbelly of an alley way Niamh walked alone. It was an odd job from the scions, investigate some sort of anomaly dealings. Niamh didn't mind small jobs too much, it took her away from well...being more involved with being called the warrior of light. She hated being called that, every day she would wish for a life without hearing that voice.

"hear, feel, think..."

"Hear this...fuck off" Niamh grumbled as shook her head. Her hair had grown longer, keeping it out of the way was almost becoming a problem as she stuffed it back under her hood. A black cape draped over her white dress, she was attempting to blend in however her pink hair would always stick out like such a sore thumb.

When she arrived at the tavern she slipped inside and sat at a table in the corner. A waitress approached her as she heard "Somethin to drink love?" Niamh waved her hand holding a few gil "An ale and...stew if ya got it" the waitress nodded as she took the gil and headed back to the kitchen. Niamh watched in silence at the scene, loud but full of other patrons. A slide of her foot under the table as she pulsed her aether to sense what she was looking for. She wasn't focused at the waitress who left the food and drink as she felt a faint ping. There it was, two men hunched over as she saw auracite glimmer from one's hand. Niamh needed to grab that, it was what the scions were trying to intercept. She scanned the area as she noticed several folks who looked intimidating and one fight might set the whole place apart. Niamh grinned as she stood up and walked over towards their table. One of the men quickly hid the auracite as another flashed their knife at her.

"Well What brings ya over here lass? surely not for our good looks" the man laughed. Niamh gave a mocking laugh "Suuure, thing" she pointed to the other gentleman "You have something I need...I know what you have"

"Well I don't know what you are talkin about miss" he squinted at Niamh as he moved his arm behind his back. Fatal mistake as Niamh noticed as she swiftly pinned him back to the wall. The man let out a loud cry as the tavern went silent. Niamh felt eyes on her as she grinned "Give me...the auracite...or I can make this muuch worse for you" she spoke in a low threatening but sickly sweet voice. The other man ran over as he pulled the back of Niamh's head holding a blade to her neck.

"Now now, let's not cause a scene" he whispered in her ear. Niamh did not care. She raised her foot as it sprung a blade from the heel as she quickly drove it down the man's foot. He released Niamh as she quickly ran to the other as she suddenly felt a tug on her long hair.

"Now now missy, ye can't be startin fights like this" another man had grabbed a hold of her hair. Niamh sighed as she closed her eyes.

"Keep that bitch pinned" the man who she had pinned had stood up with a knife in hand as he ran to attack her. "Let's mark that pretty face of yours" Niamh shook her head "Well your funeral I suppose" she grinned as she twisted her body to dodge the attack. However the man swung and chopped her long hair off. Niamh briefly paused as she saw all her long locks touch the floor. A breeze around her exposed neck as she felt a rage.

"You know how fuckin' long it took to grow that shit out???" she yelled as she ran at the man full force into a tackle. Her eyes glowed brightly as she tackled him down and began to punch his face. Bystanders gawked as each blow was harder than the last. Niamh felt her fists grow wet. Not realizing the other man ran behind her and stabbed her abdomen. Niamh paused as she looked down and saw blood pool from her abdomen. She looked at the man in shock as she narrowed her eyes. "You don't know who the fuck I am huh?" she grinned as she pulled the blade out and stood up. Her eyes glowing bright green as she ran full speed.

"Stop her!!!" the other man shouted as several larger guys tried to punch her. Niamh moved with grace as if she were dancing to avoid punches. She would swing her leg which had a bladed heel around slicing legs and abdomens. Niamh was punched in the face as she felt blood down her face, she then placed a hand against it and looked at the blood. Her mouth contorted into the biggest smile, it seemed unnatural. "Now that's what I'm talking about". She hated being the warrior of light and for her to feel anything, she often wanted nothing more than the thrill of bloodlust and fighting to feel alive.

Niamh ended up winning that brawl as she walked out of the tavern bloodied with the auracite in her hand. She shuffled back to the inn where the scions were waiting for her. She felt elated, despite having several stab wounds and bleeding profusely.

"Good gods Niamh, it wasn't a hard job! Just even a simple pick pocketing would have been fine" Thancred yelled at her as he guided her to a bed. He then yelled for medical as she laid there holding on to that crystal. She laughed as she spat out blood "Can't a girl have some fun!! Leaving me alone in that tavern was yooour idea" she laid there as the churigon and Tataru tended to her wounds. Niamh was subjected to rest for a while. However she knew with how fast her wounds would heal up, rest was not an option.

Being left alone Niamh's mind wandered as she looked at the auracite. However a pair of hands plucked it away as she looked over and saw it was Minfilia. Niamh looked away in shame as she knew the rest of the scions would send her. If she cared for anyone it would be Minfilia.

"Niamh...you can't keep doing this to yourself, the mothercrystals gifts are not to be squa-"

"Squandered???? More like I didn't WISH for this you know...Every day I see someones memory, I see things I do not want to see...to be involved in conflicts, to hear HER voice" Niamh quickly cut Minfilia off as she looked back with tears down her eyes. Niamh hated to be vulnerable but to Minfilia she was the easiest to talk to. Their relationship was sisterly, something Niamh needed so desperately, family and a friend.

"They cut my hair Minmin!" Niamh sniffled, "Minmin" was her nickname for Minfilia as Minfilia sighed and laid next to Niamh. She would lean close to Niamh.

"Nia...it's okay, hair can grow back!" Nia was Minfilia's nickname for Niamh as they both laid there. Niamh openly sobbed as she felt Minfilia squeeze her gently.

"I didn't wish for this...I want to go home..."

Prompt inspired by the song Bulletproof heart by My Chemical Romance

"STOP THEM DON'T LET HER ESCAPE"

The loud screaming of the guards, chattering of passerby's and the clacking of geta on cobblestone would overwhelm a person. Niamh was overwhelmed. She was running at full speed, heart pounding in her chest. Normally she would have gave up, fallen on the ground out of air...however her hand was being held tightly by a Raen Au ra. She knew him, only as Yozora.

"You okay there?" he shouted out as they approached the stairs. Niamh nodded as she clung to his hand tighter. They had just met face to face after nights of talking in the shadows under the bridge. He would sing to her as she cried, longing for a place beyond the sea...her home.

He often would cheer her up and she finally was brave enough to meet face to face one afternoon. However that afternoon turned into the excitement and thrill of these two bolting into the bustling city to escape Niamh's captors.

"We can run away!! I-I have enough money for a ship ticket" She shouted in ragged breaths. The boy nodded as he smiled at her making her face turn pink.

"We can go where ever you want to go momo-chan"

WHADDUP BIG PIMPIN Another year another attempt at XIVwrite 2025 edition!!! Will I be consistent?? WHOS TA SAY Anyway jazz hands Past, Present and WOL Niamh will be focused

“What if we get caught!!!!” A tiny voice squeaked out

“It’s ok lamaty’i! We’re gonna be sooooo fast they won’t see us” Niamh held Wuk Lamat’s hand as they snuck past many halls into the kitchens.

Ever since Niamh’s father was summoned to the palace to extend trade beyond Tural and also pursue a music career beyond the salt. She would often tag along (or sneak along) to visit her friend. Gulool Ja often noticed as Niamh would hide behind her father, shyly but he suggested the idea of playing with his daughter. In which a very shy and sweet friendship bloomed. Wuk lamat was tall, strong and funny while Niamh was a little more curious, a crybaby at times and also not afraid to speak her mind. Niamh liked hanging out with Wuk Lamat, even if she found her brothers annoying.

Their scheming plan today was to sneak into the kitchens for snacks. Niamh caught the whiff of fresh pan dulces, cookies and even spiced meats for tacos. She’d ask wuk lamat to join her, Niamh being smaller than the two would appreciate her height and Niamh’s cunning to get in and out quickly.

“Niamh, are you sure this plan will work?” Wuk Lamat spoke as Niamh nodded “worse case we just cry and blame it on Zoraal Ja and his silly “tests of courage” he makes us do” she’s laugh as that eased her new friend.

They peered into the kitchen as a few cooks were wrapping up their preparations. She signaled to Wuk Lamat to run to the other side. The chefs paused as one by one they left the room. As soon as the last chef turned the corner down the hall that was their chance!

“Quick! Fill your bag as much as you can” Niamh squeaked as she whistled for a tiny sparrow to fly around, she blinked as she shared her sight to keep an eye on things. Niamh tossed Wuk Lamat a brown sack as they each went to fill their bags of snacks. There were several platters of tacos, flautas, papa la huancaina and skewers. The other table was loaded with sweets, pan dulces, large pink slabs of turrón and a crumbly cake one. Niamh was quick to fill enough of her bread sweets and to nab one slab of turrón. She looked over to Wuk Lamat as she carefully slid savory meals. Niamh’s ears wiggled as her sight focused and saw someone turning the corner

“Let’s go lamaty’i! We got company”

Niamh grabbed her hand as they ran opposite of the corridor. If they made it to Wuk Lamat’s room they were in the home stretch. Niamh whistled to her sparrow friend as it flew ahead to see if anyone approached. So far so good as they ran along the walls, hid behind pillars and vases. Once they entered into Wuk Lamat’s room there was a huge wave of relief! Victory at last!!! The plan worked!!! The girls cheered as they showed their bounty.

“A feast!! Worthy of being Dawnservant!” Niamh exclaimed as she and Wuk Lamat held up a taco each.

“To our victory feast!” They shouted as they ate their bounty.

Of course over time they both fell asleep like two courel kittens in the sun, bellies full of food and happy. Niamh and Wuk Lamat cuddled close to each other surrounded by their food mess.

“I had fun today…it’s like I have a sister with you” Wuk Lamat smiled as her eyes were heavy with sleep.

“Me too Lamaty’i…I’ll always call you sister” Niamh yawned as she fell asleep.

Some time has passed and eventually they did get caught. But not before a photograph of the two of them was taken in their slumber.

It was an early morning, Niamh hated being up so early but it was the perfect time she could sing her songs.

Her uncle Thosinsal often called Tío Theo would tell her about Sharlayan, specifically academia, music and arts. Niamh loved music lessons but also disliked them because they were so early.

“Now now dove, you wanted to sing like the famous Charlotte no?” Thosinsal spoke as Niamh groaned as she plopped on a tree stump. “Tío Theo…this stinks!! I like her music..I just don’t know why we do it outside”

She has become enamored with a famous opera singer named Charlotte. She liked that she wore such gorgeous gowns and how she’d wow the audience with her vocals. Niamh thought she was a princess! Best of all that she had green hair! It didn’t make Niamh feel alone with her pink hair. She liked a very incredibly difficult piece but due to her Aether hiccups they wanted her to channel it into something else.

“Well…I want to work with your gifts my dear” she smiled as he raised his hands “now let’s warm up”

“Do, re, mi, fa, so…”

Niamh would repeat that in various pitches and tones. She heard chirping in the distance as she closed her eyes.

“Alright then Niamh….lets work on your aria. You loved this one right?” Theo would pull out a portable orchestra as he’d play the instrumental for the famous aria Charlotte mastered. It was about a queen mother who disowned her daughter as Charlotte perfected the piece as queen. Niamh aspired to be that high caliber

“You can do this Niamh”

She nodded as she felt her body move with the music

The piece itself was written in a language unfamiliar but Theo had translated and composed it to where it was similar. She sat up straight as she would reach the higher notes. Another bird chirp echoed as her Aether released itself, flapping of wings she would continue to sing. She extended her arm as a few birds perched around her, her blue bird, a magpie, a few sparrows and a raven. They were her audience, she would feel her voice go higher and higher. She’d feel her skin feel warm as her Aether slipped out, it caused the birds to chirp along with her, her sight intensified with several birds as she continued to sing.

Her uncle smiled as he instructed her “now Niamh, give us a high pitch note”

She ramped up as she let out a one long pitched note, it was long and loud that it created an echo reverb. When she finished she opened her eyes as she was surrounded by birds who all stared at her.

“Well how do you feel Niamh?”

Another night with the bottle, it was easy for this warrior of light to do.

Some folks choose gambling, drugs or seeking pleasures but for Niamh, it was alcohol. It was the easiest choice for her, it simply numbed the pain of everything that has happened, every loss and those who she cared for. For a tiny bit of time…she’d stop hearing that repeated voice in her head. She’d forget she was the warrior of light and just be…well a drunken mess.

Spotting her was easy in public, it wasn’t much to due to her pink hair. To avoid judgments of others she would simply go home, go to an inn, somewhere away from public eyes.

It was also the easiest place to cry, she would drink herself into a stupor. She wanted to forget everything, unfortunately time was cruel and by dawn she’d sober up. Having to deal with another stars woes

In her comfort Niamh would pull out a small locked chest. It was mahogany brown with delicate woodwork etched around with birds and flowers. She’s open up the box to reveal photos of her parents, they always sat together, dad with his guitar in one hand and her mother posed as she is singing. There were other photos, a very crossed Niamh when she was made to wear a red panda onesie that her aunt got for her in Doma, photos of her aunt and uncles. She would smile as she kissed their photos, precious memories that kept with her.

She would sift through the box for pages of her dad’s music, poems he wrote to his wife. Her little coin purse that was frayed but still retained its shape. Another photo next to it was of Niamh and Kaito, their first real date in Kugane. She would laugh as she remembered they surprised her and she almost fought them.

Other photos were of them at the wine festival, sitting down, a few rubber ducks has also made their way into the box. It wasn’t long until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Nee kanojo, what are you looking at?” Kaito spoke out as Niamh grinned

“Keepsakes…of the past but also of my life now”

“EHHH Is that little you in a kigurumi!! You look so pissed!! It’s soooo cute” Kaito chirped as they held that photo.

“It was soooo big on me! I looked silly!!” She pouted as they reached over and kissed her cheek

“I think you look cute! Nee!! Let’s frame these…I’m sure your parents would like to see the world”

Niamh wasn't the fitness junkie most of her friends were but she did keep herself occupied. Running was her least favorite but where she excelled in was speed, that is speed in running in tall heels.

It didn't matter the size, 4 inches, 6 inches, 20 inches. Kitten heel, wedge, pump, stiletto, lobster claw. She was a master in mostly all of them, partly due to her past work and party girl lifestyle. Nothing got past her! Up hills, down hills, steep slopes and mountain terrain. She was proud of her art

“Aye she’s been asleep for a while since she came back from the first”

“Let her, that journey must have been harder than one thinks”

It had been some time since she had come back from the first, its events and even horrors stuck with her. She wasn’t truly alone however, during nights when she’d rest Ardbert often visited her.

He kept her company, listened to her woes as he would try his best to comfort her. She would laugh as they enjoyed those peaceful times.

Revealing his story she felt a lot of pity for him. How horrible it must be to be here while your friends have passed on. While most found ghosts or shades many couldn’t touch. She felt his presence and as an extension of her Aether, he could touch her.

They would dance the minute he could feel her hand, she’d laugh and it made those hard nights better

When he vanished it broke her heart, but he said he was with her always.

The morgue was a place Niamh didn’t expect to end up working in. She was a patron a few times, mostly to scout the scene and partake in bets. But due to dating Kaito, she would be at the morgue a lot more often! So on a whim she applied mostly as a joke to be a bartender but was surprised that Koh and Veladrys approved her application.

What does an alcoholic know about being behind a bar?…everything

It was no shock in how quickly she picked up drinks and systems, she would watch Caelholdt mix drinks and he even taught her. Niamh practically begged Cael to mentor her after she got her job. Niamh enjoyed being behind the counter, talking to patrons was nice. She spoke with folks from all walks of life and even a few regulars. In the staff of bartending she was sweet and also bubbly. She tried her best to be tough but ended up mostly being playful and sassy at best.

But the best thing of all, she got to spend time with friends and Kaito, they worked in the kitchen so whenever Niamh pearled in an order sometimes it was met with a cute love note or she’d just leave her linkpearl on so they can talk.

“The morgue ain’t so bad…it’s really like a nice family…I really like that”

A simple moment of peace for this azem, she would sit out in the gardens, admiring new plants being born. Some were a little more responsive than others. She’d laugh and talk sweetly to them.

The one they called Helen, she’d smile and wave to others from the convocation. A few round orange and white creatures would follow her, a creature she was making all on her own. She thought of the name Paissa for them when she was chatting about her travels.

Lately she found absolute peace visiting gardens and of course the nursery. Being surrounded by her little creations and just taking in the sights made her happy. She wished that there were more days like these especially away from the convocation and her seat