until the magic wears off

# physicks  …   an  affiliated    𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭      ❪    eyun vashai   ❫       of     𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐱𝐢𝐯 ,      as  documented  by  aria .

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After days of snow and overcast weather, the sun managed to appear and fortunately it occurred on G’raha’s day off. Tsuru encouraged him to leave the confines of his room to read elsewhere while she offered to spruce up his quarters. Guilt swaddled him like a newborn baby as he watched his partner tend to the stray dishes and strewn clothes, though her warm and affection smile assured him that it had been safe to leave. He took her advice and traveled to the park with several tomes under arm. He found a bench and began his journey exploring the mysteries of other worlds through text. 

The sun rose at its peak and he found himself lulled to sleep by the warmth of the rays. He drifted, his head bouncing from side to side to attempt to maintain consciousness. Though, sleep captured him and he dropped his head entirely, hanging loosely by the strength of his muscles. 

A familiar name struck his senses and those red, feline ears fluttered to attention. He threw his head up, “Sleep?! Not I, Archon Baldesion!” he cried out, his dream of the Studium faded to vision before him. He fluttered his lashes, observing the curious female Miqo’te across from him. “O-oh, p-pray forgive my outburst… ‘tis seems I have fallen asleep. Ahem, yes, ‘tis me, ‘Raha– oh my! That name– you uttered that name– by the twelve! Are you another shard of the Warrior of Light?” G’raha put aside his tomes and jumped to his feet, moving forward. “Yes, I am G’raha Tia, at your service. ‘Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance; though I am aware we are well attached in another time. Pray forgive the confusion… may I sit with you and we can further discuss the peculiar matters that have encroached on our lives?”

         his awakening outburst startled her as much as she startled him, causing the sleeping faerie on her head to nearly slip off. the scholar quickly scoops her up; a sigh of relief eases her lungs. she looks again at the freshly awaken scion with a bit of a scowl initially before she bursts into laughter.    “  good morning to you too, archon baldesion. i'm glad to see that you're the same no matter what world you'd hail from. if only alisaie was here to reprimand you for your careless napping in broad daylight.  ”    she teases with a light scoff on her features.     “   yes, one of many— oh, please do accompany me.   ”     the scholar moves over to the other end of the bench and points to the empty space, welcoming the suggestion.

         she smiled faintly at his comment. that's right, he's a different parallel than the one she knew. just as other warriors were. just as she was. just as everyone else was.     “   ah, to my knowledge... or this idea that i've grown used to using... we are never only our roots. we are the petals and the stems, the bark and the leaves, flowers and trees that grow from who we once were, who we used to be, to who we are. that's makes us, well, us.  end of the day, no matter what world we are all similar in one way or another. whether it be another shard warrior of light or another scion or just another adventurer.   ”    she gently nudges the faerie's cheek, much to eos' silent tantrum; she slowly eases into the affection. eyun smiles as the fae slowly drifts into slumber once again in her palm, clinging to her thumb like a pillow.   “   at least, that's how i'd like to think about it.   ” 

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to divulge her mind’s philosophies was already a tough feat. yet, if anyone could navigate those corridors, it would be one who shared her path, another warrior of light. yet, alas, it seems the subject had shifted the air betwixt them, making known the stark contrast between their colors. lips part in response, ❝ fate is never certain. ❞ as one who reads the heavens’ fortunes and afflictions, she would know this to be true. who is to say that there lies no danger or strife, even after the final days? could they truly find respite? the subject of duty and heart’s desire always weighed on the starcaller’s mind. ❝ but i have long resigned myself into fulfilling my duty so long as i am needed. ❞ perhaps that was her destiny: engrained in her soul since her birth, since the day her home erupted into flames, since hydaelyn first spoke to her. 

her eyes are downcast, letting eyun speak her part. what struck her was her judgement, how she failed to see any more purpose in their role. a single, heavy breath. ❝ i understand … and i do not claim to know any better. ❞ her fingers trace the edges of the book in her hold. not everyone would wish for the life they had been handed, the endless cycle of loss and sacrifice. in that regard, perhaps eyun was the one with true strength — to push past naivete, to pursue what is beyond blessings and obligations. ❝ it is the scions’ wish for us to live as we so please. it is only right for you to do so, ❞ but she could not heed her own words.

she sits across from the scholar, now gazing up as she places her things on top of the table. ❝ if i may ask, what does that entail for you? what is it like to … to live — to die human? ❞

 “  mhm, spoken like a true noble...  ”   the scholar hums as she watches the starweaver silently taking in the flood of words she’s given her. a nod of approval.   “   ... true to your duty and deal with fate and destiny with care. i respect that, truly. you see, sadly, i’m a bit of a troublemaker.  ”   the strategist laughs.    “   so even, if the scion’s didn’t wish for my well-being i would’ve done it anyway.   ”     the noble’s question rang in her head for a minute. eyun believed her statement was rather self-explanatory but then again a lady of her stature probably is more curious about my meaning of human.  

 “  what i mean is, i wish to live humbly. i don’t wish to be glorified after my death.   ”    she looks down at her hands she can trace ghosts on the back of her hand, with every scar, cell, creases, wrinkle, bone, and joint. they read like graves; carrying their weight with her. an unamenable fear, the loneliness that never left her as she always took it with her.    “   i don’t need a chapel for my tombstone. i just wish for a normal human death. my grave should just be another six foot hole in a cemetery next to a loved one — no choir will sing praises, no ballad will be written, i will not be revered, i will be forgotten after a century as most humans do.   ”    her voice shakes. oh! how they would hate the words she rips out of her throat. how she’s learned time and time again. their voices, their courage that lives in the very marrow of her bones. the thick lifeblood that pumps her very heart, mixed with their own remains. oh, how she grew tired. so damn tired. but, she had no other choice but to respect their wishes, the only way she could return the love and wisdom they’ve given her. she held them in her very heart, she wasn’t allowed to fall into her own despair. that was once her journey.

  “ time is a curious thing, don’t you think? ”    the scholar taps her lips as it breaks into a smile. her mind seemed to wander as her companion was nearly as quiet as she was, it felt a little too nice. so, she decided to snowball some thoughts at him. after all, they were warriors of light.  or at least nearly the same,  in stature and morals. but one thing was for certain, if given the chance, we loved to talk about our love for places and people.  she leans over to whisper in his ear rather playfully.     “   curiously enough, my mother warned me that time is more ruthless than any man she’d ever met.  ”   she leans back onto her heels again.  eyun stares at him before bursting into a hiccup of laughter.  the faerie stared at her with a look of disbelief as she was cradled in her arms like a cat. even, she wasn’t sure why she was laughing but she did so anyways, brightly and short-lived.    “   of course, aside from my own father,  she was right.  it is ruthless.  time takes more lives.  time ruins more friendships.  time doesn’t pause with sympathy.  yet, they still say time heals all wounds.   ”     her eyes don’t break contact. her smile seemed to never fade, albeit it be rather solemn. time only gave us an expansive scale in our troubles, loss, and all other ugly things that plague minds. yet, the seldom comfort of how the places or people loved us back. it was a lonely journey yet, sometimes we end up more broken with every smile we take and more fragile with every step we take. it’s not like we wanted to feel this bad. this isn’t how we should act, but we’ve gotten so good at fake smiles it’s gotten a little too sad for her or anyone really. 

    the scholar stares at the setting sun. savior’s respite.  what a name... but it sure is pretty that much is true.  the sight was enough to dwell over old words and mended wounds.  “   then again people like  ‘ saying ’  a lot of things.   for example, they say forewarned  is  forearmed  but i think some truths will cut deep regardless.   ”    eyun signals her faerie to go away for a second as she takes off her glasses. eyun sees the faerie mildly panic before she shuts her eyes and the faerie is temporarily gone. she feels it under her eyelids, his dormant and subconscious aether it’s strangely familiar. verdants hiding behind flesh began to ache at the sheer exposure to both of their aethers.  she bottles the pain for a bit, eyes still closed she spins on her heels. vertigo sits on her throat, making her feel unsure of her balance before planting her right foot firmly on the ground and opening her eyes once again. blurry. she turns. breathes. she laughs, a finger pointed at edge of the cliff   “    for example, if i know that this cliff was bound to erode when time came to it and even if someone tells me not to stand on cliff edges that are already crumbling. when i finally decide to challenge that truth... i am always surprised when i really do end up falling.  now, isn’t that strange?  i’m sure i’m alone on this blind stubbornness but it’s what keeps my patchwork heart all together.   ”   

   sunlight drips between the foliage, lighting up the inked serifs on her tome fingers dancing around the spectrum of it’s shine. a sigh rings in her throat. the scholar takes a moment to lean back further into the wooden embrace of the park’s bench.    “   the sun is a bit obnoxious today.  i even picked the bench with the most shade.   ”   she stares up at the branches, the glare of the sun hits the frames of her glasses. she closes her eyes and shoves the book over her face. her senses felt dulled by the scent of smoky wood and old ink. eyun brings her hand up to it’s leather spine and lifts it over her eyes like a visor.  the bookworm pauses in her motions and stares at the bench across from her for a second, maybe a minute. not fully letting it sink in.  “   wait is that, raha...?   ”

Lahabrea mind is too focused, on many other things to notice the peculiarity of another person knowing of his name, knowing his reputation it could be any other student working under him that he had no memory of, the turn over rate within the pandaemonium is rather large every year. 

 “Here. But when one is in need of sleep, knowledge is impossible to gather upon the head.” he hands the tome regardless, moving with that posture that all researchers have. 

 “  ... that is certainly true .......  ”     her words shake into another yawn. eyun raises her sleeve to her eyelids, rubbing them with the fabrics gently before finally taking the tome.     “   you'd think that after years of sticking my nose between pages, i’d learn something about my own limits.  ”     eyun flips through the pages as the flippant faerie finally shows herself, just as sleepy as her summoner. the fae crawls from out of eyun’s pocket, slowly & unsteadily flying up to her shoulder; curiously peeking over, as she stretches out over the scholar’s shoulder.

@physicks​ — event starter!

❝ oh, eyun, ❞ she approaches her fellow warrior at the monster mash, finding her on the sidelines of the little gathering. ❝ i see you have also prepared a costume for the festivities. you look lovely. ❞

her eyes trail back to the many folk twisting and twirling the night away. ❝ are you fond of such events? i admit i seldom had the opportunity to celebrate all saints’ wake in eorzea. ❞

@physicks 

The sound of turning pages, for what Lahabrea does is gather information and react accordingly. Though sealed of most of his majestic powers, the creator, the foremost in creation magic is not without resources despite being…without resources. 

The library is something that brought comfort, even if it comes barely. His tall form bending a bit to see what there is to see within the city books. 

@physicks​ / semi-plotted starter.

 it  feels  strange  seeing  everyone  celebrate  halloween  so  casually  despite  being  transported  to  this  unknown  world.  however,  with  no  clue  on  how  to  get  out  she  might  as  well  come  and  take  a  look  at  the  festivities.  usually  larger  crowds  are  not  her  forte,  but  this  place  did  provide  one  advantage.  no  one  seemed  to  know  her  or  her  reputation.  in  a  sense  it  felt  like  a  blessing  in  disguise.  

 not  wanting  to  draw  too  much  attention  to  herself  she  did  put  some  effort  in  dressing  up  for  the  festival.  seated  on  a  bench,  mana  works  quietly  on  the  little  flower  crown  in  her  hands  whilst  carbuncle  rests  beside  her  only  moving  when  it  senses  another  summon  nearby.     ❝      oh,  hello  there.      ❞     a  hint  of  a  smile  tugging  at  the  corner  of  her  lips.  she  hasn’t  seen  a  summon  other  than  carbuncle  here  before.  could  it  be  that  someone  like  her  got  dragged  to  the  place  as  well?

 as  if  on  cue  a  miqo’te  reveals  themselves  (  no  doubt  looking  for  eos  ).    ❝      not  to  worry,  they  were  no  trouble  at  all.      ❞      

     ❝      carbuncle  here  gives  me  more  trouble,      ❞     to  which  the  summon  can  only  respond  with  a  pout  and  huff.    ❝          are  you  here  to  join  the  festivities  ?            ❞

  a hum flutters in her lungs ,    calmly looking around for the slightest hint of her missing faery. she moves quietly,  peeking under booths and benches, shifting foliage ever so slightly. the scholar just hoped the faery didn’t hide under people’s clothing again... that’d be really annoying. she sighed upon carefully peeking over people’s shoulder. despite it being one of her utmost favorite seasonal events her beloved yet extremely playful companion liked hiding in populated places just to make her look like a fool at times, not that it ever worked past her infant years but something like aging doesn’t stop a fae from play.

  the seconds grew longer as her anxiousness increased and patience thinned out. she finally spots eos and quickly pounces on her grabbing the faery between her fingers.  eos retaliates with light smacks on her knuckles but eyun ignores it as she finally catches her breath.     “  ... eos !  there you are, i thought you promised you weren’t going to do this...!!  oh━    ”    she smiles and straightening her posture, collecting herself upon hearing the au’ra.    “  ahem ... hello !  sorry about my eos there, thankfully, she’s sweet to everyone but  me.    ”   the faery huffs at her. the scholar scoffs and releases her clutch on her. the faery then sits on her shoulder, face turned away from her pactmate.  “  ugh fine. she’s nice to me approximately sixty-seven percent of the time.   ”   eyun shrugs as the faery tilts her head thinking over the half-arsed calculations. eyun spots the carbuncle and smiles, it’s been a while since she’s seen another that wasn’t her own, her smile softens at the huff and puff the carbuncle is giving at it’s owner. the scholar lifts her gaze to the au’ra squinting a bit as her vision readjusts itself, her aether is just as strong as eyun’s. another fragment of the mothercrystal’s cherished one, that much is clear.

in a blooming lilac garden, she dreamed of paradise.

   bubbles of giggles and faerie dust,   hiding between bookshelves and under the blinding phosphene of a lone window. the scholar watches as eos flies from her hand to her shoulder, playing with her curly locks━ the faery’s version of hide & seek. she laughs a bit as she feels her wings flutter against her cheek, she peeks at eos who’s angrily pouting at the other near the window. eyun sighs and signals to her faerie to calm down. gathering her words & lifting to the tips of her toes, she taps the youth on the shoulder.    “  ... uhm, sorry but can you move a little to the right? you’re blocking the sunlight in that corner over there.   ”    she smiles and falling back to her normal height, then turns back to eos, softly nudging her head with her fingertips.  “  this little one here━ likes basking the sunlight a bit too much.   ”