Chosen

OOC RULES

Mun and muse are different. I don't always agree with E'vett. But he is who he is.

I get overwhelmed when I get a lot of IMs for OOC conversations. If we're friends, it's okay. But please respect that I may not always reply.

He/him pronouns for mun and muse. Mun is 21+ in age.

My activity may be low at times due to health issues and work.

I don't really have any triggers but I'll do my best to tag any subjects that could be seen as common triggers.

I try to stick to established lore, but I make mistakes.

I'm all for liking the villains, but if you are an apologist for Ascians or the Garleans I am not comfortable with you. I like the Ascians as characters but if you support what they do that's a big yikes.

I can unfollow you if you make me uncomfortable. I can block you if you really make me feel bad.

Being overly sexual can make me uncomfortable. It's fine sometimes but if it's constant I'll probably unfollow you. Same with if you do not tag NSFW stuff. I'm on my phone a lot because I'm often away from my computer for a variety of reasons.

Sexism, racism, transphobia, homophobia, and biphobia will not be tolerated.

Callouts are cool but too many reblogged by one person is sort of a red flag to me. I understand why some things need to be called out, but too much drama will probably result in an unfollow.

This blog is private, highly selective, and mutuals only.

Only roleplay blogs can interact with this blog.

INTERACTIONS

I will be selectively NSFW. No minors are allowed to engage with these posts. If you do not say your age on your profile, I will not follow. Just saying 18+, minor, ect is fine.

Memes can always be turned into threads and I encourage it.

I do not care about how you format, if you use icons, or anything like that. I'm only interested in writing. So please don't worry about such things.

I default to E'vett having a huge crush on Minfilia and/or Y'shtola. As well as possibly G'raha Tia. This is not really expected to develop into anything else. Just him being silly and smitten.

E'vett is a warrior through a realm Reborn and he becomes a dark knight in Heavensward on. This will be reflected in a bunch of writing.

WARNINGS

E'vett can border on being an alcoholic during certain arcs. So please read Heavensward threads with caution if you are sensitive to that.

Lots of angst will be on this blog after a realm Reborn.

Violence and injuries will be common.

           “ yes..  “ the stranger startles her only a little—dark brows furrow, offering him a quizzical look. he seems rather flustered, agitated, so there was means to believe his claims. whomever was hurt, hopefully she will be able to offer succor the best she possibly can; depending on the severity of the injury. there was a nod of understanding.

             “ let’s not dilly-dally, shall we? where might I find this injured person? “

 “R-right. Follow me.” 

 He moves quickly through the brush, leading the girl to where the fight took place. There was obvious evidence of a struggle, but he paid little mind to the mess. He pauses for a moment before they fully approach. He really should tell her. 

Teddy is in the middle of re-arranging the books on a shelf when he’s approached. Not normally one to get up to mischief, this is one little… prank, he supposes, he can get away with. K'lyhia reaction is always a treat to see.

He does pull one down in the process - a book on the aetheryic properties of carbuncles and how they may be altered - to study later.

He doesn’t notice the other miqo’te approaching him until he speaks, startling a high-pitched squeak out of Teddy and near three-foot high jump as he spins around. 

“Ah! Oh - uh-” He blinks behind his glasses, flustered and embarrassed at his reaction, and simply nods at the stranger. “U-uh, yes, I am. Well- technically I am, I’m not - I mean-”

He cuts himself off abruptly and takes a deep breath. Curse his nervous disposition.

“I am. What can I help you with?”

“Err... Are you okay?” The seeker tilts his head a little.  “Stealing books, are we?” 

 He is teasing. The reaction was a little funny. E’vett desperately fights smiling and laughing, but a smile still makes its way to his face. He raises his hand in greeting, trying to quickly turn this around before he loses his composure. 

 The other seems nervous. Jumpy. For some reason, he pictured mages as more composed. Like, what if you were jumpy and something startled you and you shot fire at some random person? Is that how magic works? Is that what arcanists do? 

 His eyes drift to the books for a moment. Subjects that sound a little too complicated for him. Aether this and that. All he really understands about aether is that you need it to live and some people can manipulate it. Hells, he does it. How else could he attune to aetherytes? 

 “ ….. “

The last person who got him that, confused him, but he couldn’t help but sit there for the time being. The bedrest was killing him, and everyone he tried to leave, someone in blue would bring him back. So he ignored it for the time being. shaking his head for a moment, he couldn’t help but laugh lightly.

“ I would have let them die — Beside, you don’t have to bring me anything. the company is good enough.”

He said lightly. Though the more he was left alone, the more he thought about the darkness in his heart. He tired to let it go — he didn’t need to think about it anymore. But he knew there was so much more to be done, then what he could do right now. He had to make things right – that was for sure. 

“ … Still rather tired, otherwise I am well. You really don’t have to worry about me.” 

 “At least you’re honest.” He mutters softly. 

In all honesty, E’vett doesn’t know much about flowers. Or how the entire “eye of nidhogg” even works. All he knows is that he is happy to finally save a friend for once. Hauchefaunt and Ysayle... Minfilia. He had failed to protect them. He was supposed to be a hero, yet he felt powerless as he watched so many people die around him. At least he didn’t have to kill Estinien. It was because of Alphinaud. E’vett didn’t want to kill him, but he had resigned himself to hopelessness. It was starting to feel like the safer option. 

“I won’t pretend to know what that was like... But I can say, in a much more minor scale, I know what it’s like to lose control.” He could still remember Fray (or whatever he was.), his darkside came to life and attacked him. Though comparing that to what Estinien went through was an insult. 

the Matryoshka Doll.

Someone with layers, and a painted surface hiding deep intricacy below. A person who changes completely in a blink of an eye, a person with contradictions but something cohesive holding everything together.

“I thought about bringing flowers.” 

 He muses after a moment of silence. The had managed to save Estinien from Nidhogg. It was a miracle and one he had little hope in. Maybe a long time ago, he would have believed it was possible. But... now getting his hopes up just made him anxious. 

 “But I didn’t think you’d like them.” 

 He chuckles. It’s an empty an bitter echo of his heart. He should be happy things worked out. But all he can wonder is what awful thing will come after this. A moment of respite, and then another tragedy. He sometimes felt so angry that he didn’t know what to do with himself. He really shouldn’t tell anyone. But it hurts to stay quiet.