#code vein fic

Louis stood up and dusted his hands off, and Mia could see his frown even through his mask. “Do we want to take a break here, and head back to the base? Come back once we’ve rested?”  Yakumo’s brows rose. “If you’re the one suggesting that, then….”  “I know, I know,” he sighed, and shook his head. “But Aiden clearly isn’t alright, and this place has been difficult on all of us. I don’t like the idea of turning back now, but I don’t want to risk one of us turning to ash.”  “If we leave now, then the Lost we’ve already defeated might reform before we come back,” Mia pointed out. Idly she brushed Aiden’s hair out with her fingers, and she could still feel flecks of dried blood against the long strands. Her own hair was greasy, dirty, and no better, and she desperately wanted a shower, but practicality had to come first. This wasn’t her first foray into dangerous territory that held something she wanted, and creature comforts would be secondary until they were done.  Louis frowned beneath his mask, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the larger platform that had held the berserk Lost that had almost taken all of them out. He glanced first at Yakumo, then at her, then finally at Aiden, and seemed to weigh his options.  “It’s a valid concern,” he said finally, and sighed. “But I’d rather us be cautious than reckless. Any death here might take weeks to reform from, and we’re lower on supplies than I’d like. Not to mention Aiden’s probably not feeling well — the vestige was one of his.”  Mia’s brows rose, and she looked down at the sleeping revenant in a new light. No wonder he’d acted like he did, if it held a death of his. Some of her own deaths had been brutal, and she had no desire to relive the sequence of events that lead to them. 

--Raven Feathers, ch 11: Turbulence

i have started writing the code vein crap and LEMME TELL U

it is ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* angsty louis hours *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

-Astralfire Credence, Ch 5: Dead Soldier Walking

Whelp, this chapter finally got finished! :D I was aiming for 7k-ish and it's now 8.4k. Dammit.

-Astralfire Credence, ch 6: Hesitant Aftermath [chapter 1]

Now that I'm not being consumed alive by retail holiday hell I can finally get back to writing fic. Have some more of FFXV/Code Vein, with Luna dealing with the fallout of the attack on Insomnia. I'm pulling more from Kingsglaive for Luna's characterization fwiw, as that gives me a lot more to work with, as this one came out to be about almost 10k.

“Hey yourself,” Louis said, and slid the bottle over to him, along with a glass. “Hope you don’t mind, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to break into it.” 

“Nah, I probably would’ve done the same if I'm honest,” Yakumo laughed softly. “Wanted to impress a little?”

Louis snorted softly and took a sip. “As if the base itself hasn’t done that already. You should’ve heard the sound he let out when he realized the model of the piano. How were things at the shelter?” 

“Better, thank god. People are less stressed, and there’s been a push to expand the shelter to accommodate everyone,” Yakumo said and poured himself a generous amount before sipping slowly at it. He wanted to knock it back in one go, but their amount of good booze was lower than he’d like. “Coco’s still there, and she’ll probably be heading out to checkpoint six in the morning to make her rounds. I offered to come with, but she sent me back so I didn’t scare her other customers.” 

“You are pretty scary,” Louis smirked. 

“Can it. I’m an angel,” Yakumo huffed, and took another sip. “Between the springs and the mistle that Aiden regrew in the city, things are a lot less tense. The kids loved those comic books, by the way, thanks for that.” 

“Of course, I’m just sad that I was missing a volume,” Louis sighed. “Well, hopefully they’ll have fun trying to figure out how the story ends. I certainly got hours of entertainment out of that.” 

“... Did you give it up because you were frustrated by not having the conclusion?” Yakumo teased, only to laugh when Louis shoved him instead of answering. “Alright, alright. How have things been over here? I see we have a guest.”

-Raven Feathers, Ch 9: Stringing Along

Finally got this one done and posted~ Getting this little mini arc done so we can move onto the Cathedral next.

It dripped down the length of the blade now, crawling inch by inch, and leaving a red sheen that glinted in the afternoon sun. He never explained why, nor had she asked why he did such a practice, yet it had not the feel of the Bloody Fingers’ ritualistic sacrifice and bloody fervor. 

“Melina.” He murmured, and glanced up. He did not see her, but he knew she was close. 

She stepped into his shadow, and gently rest her hand on his shoulder as she leaned down to speak. It was always harder to become corporeal away from a light of grace. “Yes?” 

“This place,” he said, and gestured to the castle in front of them. The ruins of a massive golem lay at the entrance, having been taken down by Aiden’s blade. “The blood smells fresh.” 

“Castle Morne was one of the few places to maintain sovereignty in the wake of the Shattering,” Melina said quietly. “The Weeping Peninsula was isolated and had little in the way of desirable resources or influence. Whatever has caused the servants to rebel happened recently.” 

“Wouldn’t rebel without a reason,” he mused, and once again she wondered if she had made the right decision. He possessed a surprising naivete about the world, and the proper place of those that lived in it.

-Queen Malapropos, ch 3: Burden of a Body

So even after my 168 hr file being corrupted and deleted, I'm still writing for this dang game. Whatever it's laced with, its strong.

-Queen Malapropos ch 5: Pursuing Power

some more of this fic, since I'm still thinking about this game. Not gonna lie, some of the insp for this chapter was how pissed off you can get at certain bosses.

He quietly pulled back and put his nose to the ground, sniffing around for the trail of blood. He found it easily enough, followed it for several yards, only for it to disappear abruptly. Stranger, the boot prints that accompanied the trail were absent as well, as if the person had simply vanished. The only hint that they hadn’t simply turned into fog was a broken branch, some ten yards down that way, and a faint whiff of blood as he got closer. 

The blood smelled… wrong, ever so faintly. Nothing like the Bloody Fingers were wrong, festering and corrupted, nor was it like those who were Frenzied and boiling from the inside out. Merely as if the blood was old, a bit stale, or something of the like. Once he could distinguish it from the myriad other scents that the forest had, he was able to follow it much easier. It still took him the better part of an hour to follow the trail. 

What he found surprised him -- a Tarnished, sat at the edge of a thin brook, stripped down to his underthings as he gingerly cleaned a deep gouge that went from his hip down his thigh. Next to him, drinking quietly, was a well saddled steed with horns and a white mane. It looked vaguely familiar, but Blaidd couldn’t place it immediately. 

The gouge looked awful, and there were myriad other cuts and scratches that bled sluggishly, yet that was not what caught his attention. Black streaks ran along his skin, tracing the veins that lay underneath in a jagged and inky darkness that had Blaidd’s hackles up. It wasn’t quite deathblight, but he couldn’t fathom what else it could possibly be aside from the infection. He did his best to avoid Those Who Lived In Death, but even he had seen commoners be corrupted and pulled under the influence of it. 

The Tarnished’s head snapped up, suppressing a hiss of pain as he pressed a hand to his side and scanned the trees around himself. His other blindly hand reached for the sheathed sword that was mere inches from where he sat, while his black hair whipped to the side from how hard he was looking. 

“I know you’re there,” the man said, in a horrible rasp that almost dropped his words. 

Blaidd grimaced and stepped out of the shadows to his full height, and his eyes met the other man’s across the brook. Next to him, his steed merely blinked at Blaidd’s appearance, flicked an ear, and went to go nose into a pouch for some treat. The Tarnished stared at him, fingers still half gripping his sword, as if he wasn’t sure if Blaidd was going to attack him or not. 

Well. The doubt was nice, really, he’d been attacked far too many times before. 

“Apologies, friend,” Blaidd said finally, after the silence had stretched too long and it was obvious that the man wasn’t about to speak. “I heard your run in with the bears. Made quite a racket if I’m honest. Are you alright?” 

The flat look he received was rather well earned, really. 

-Queen Malapropos, Ch 2: Hunting Partner

This chapter ended up being longer than I thought it was going to be. But hey, Blaidd's head is fun to get into.