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EXPECTATION ASK MEME: @emilyplaysgames

"Ah theres a lot of place that makes me feel better really!" A thoughtful smile replied as the mind seem to play a back a sensation. A feeling that seemed to remind her of the smell of fish and salt water; the scent carried by the waves brought in with the breeze that gave off a chill even on the most heated days and the warmest of nights.

"Well...if I needed to be somewhere more specific...I'd like to be where the docks are...any place really where you see sailors and fishermen walk by and the ocean breathing against the boats that come in and out." A small chuckle came out as she seemed to realize the way she describe it.

"What im trying to say. I guess..."

"Most of what I remembered often stayed by the docks...even when I left Kugane-"

"-and arrived in Eorzea at the Lominsan Docks."

"My life just seemed to just continue like that, even when I accidentally became an adventurer."

"I still often seem to find myself in those kinds of places to thus day."

(THIS BECAME LONG I HOPE ITS OK @emilyplaysgames)

Elliot balances a champagne flute before him and sweeps between chatting ballroom guests. He’s chasing a tumble of black lace and diamonds, and, less earnestly, the woman garbed in them. He swings around an ivory pillar and finally meets her back, watching her shoulders for surprise. “Pardon me, miss.”

A Funeral Miss only missing her veil. Her back’s open like a taunt, but her look’s what kills. 

He offers his free hand, silver rings climbing across lithe fingers. “Do you have a moment?”

Alyx turns to him, regal in a familiar rough way. Her eyes dart green below her amber bangs. “Yes, I’m free.” There’s a challenge in those words that said, ‘now, and always now.’

Elliot gives an imperceptible nod and says, “I suppose we have the same favorite color. I want to debate.”

Alyx puts a hand against the tight curve of her hip. Her fingers dig there, obsidian nails on lace, and she wonders if this is some trick. She became used to the snow and the cold looks– but parlor games? Ball games? That took time, and time was for playing mundane savior or trading bloody papers for Centurio seals. “Let’s go at it, then. I’ve bickered with Sylphs– color with you can’t compare to what is and isn’t humor with them.”

Oh. She likes purple, he’s sure now. A lesser color, not a bad one or the best. But the music started, and he was on the floor of this conversation now. He says, “The question–” and pauses, blinks, gravely finishes, “is blue. Is it premier on this star as lightning or as ice?”

“Lightning, undoubtedly.”

“But ice and lightning make the same noise, and only the former can be housed for display.”

Alyx touches the string of pearls around her neck. “This really is nonsense.” She laughs. At him? Impressions are too fickle.

Elliot pouts. “One should talk serious only while drunk. Are you– yet?”

“No, are you?”

“Oh, good. Not yet tipsy either. Pardon me, then.” He takes up her wrist – the one free of gold bangles – and guides it towards his hip. He stoops and waits, face close to her ear, eyelashes felt on her hair as his eyes close. He’s looking for permission, but something in him is too shy to ask, so he takes the weight of her hand on his embroidered side pocket as a yes. His lips press to her cheek. The kiss skims across her scar like rain, somehow cold. Reverence is in his lingering. His breath does not frost on her freckles, and the fluidity of his smile does not crack his skin. Oh, failure of ice!

I made the executive decision to answer ratings with mandragora emoji sprouts but then it got difficult keeping track of how many there were so I’ll answer like a sensible person. 🌱 10/10. 

Cassia is leaning forward in her chair, eyeing the steaming plates half-ignored by the occupants of the neighbouring table, too deep in their cups to notice or care, apparently. “I don’t remember much of the Calamity..” She starts, still staring intently at the food. She was not being entirely truthful, but she wasn’t necessarily lying either. She could deal with that. “Even now, after so much time has passed, I can still see echoes of damage Bahamut had wrought to the land… the scars…” She fades off here.

“You see, I admire those who continue to fight, despite the circumstances they have been dealt with,” She nods her head, “I may not be the most experienced or well-travelled of adventurers, but even I notice these things.” 

She bites her lip, taking a long pause to ogle at the particularly voracious Roegadyn one table over, as he tears into a piece of grilled fish- “What!” Cassia gives a slight jump, eyes wide, her full attention brought back to her interviewer. “Oh- the scions? No. I mean, of course, but we’ve only just met. It’s the more common folk that I had in mind… Initially, I was a tad disgruntled over the amount of work they would dump on us adventurers for such little pay-” She coughs, forgetting herself. Scions probably shouldn’t say such things. “A-anyway, after spending some time with them, I realized just how far-reaching the effects of the Calamity were. The farmers, whose fields were rendered infertile. The fishermen, who had no more… Well- er… fish left to catch! Even those merchants from the Hawker’s Alley, and Ul’dah too — at least the ones who aren’t trying to cheat you out of your hard-earned gil — they can rot in the Marasaja Pit.”

Her bright eyes catch a glint of light off of a passing barmaid’s tray. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. What was the question again?” 

KISS PROMPTS FROM SHAKES

18. After the fighting is over kiss

The news that the tyrant, Zenos yae Galvus, had been defeated and that the city was theirs had spread like wildfire. The story that from the high rise view from the Menagerie where Lyse Hext, the Warrior of Light, and numerous other Scions and Alliance leaders stood and witnessed for the first time in twenty years the nation’s anthem–its true anthem–burst forth from the people’s lips had sent her in a flurry from where she had been stuck fighting in the lower levels.

Ahlis did not know where she was going, despite how heartsick and familiar the stone streets and buildings were to her, only that she had to find her. Ala Mhigans and allies both cheered together and began celebrating while she dodged between them, the atmosphere of Ala Mhigo erupted in a kind of joy that could bring one to tears, and as she finally saw the other Scions walking down one of the large staircases from the palace, and saw that she was among them, Ahlis did cry.

“Alyx!”

Through the thoroughfare did she run and up the remaining stairs to throw her arms around the other woman, forgetting that she might be injured or bleeding. It was selfish of her to be so thoughtless but in that moment it had felt like a miracle to see even see her alive. Ahlis felt arms encircle her in return and she closed her eyes, hot tears falling from her lashes.

When she finally managed to pull away it was not before she kissed each of Alyx’s cheeks with a kiss, as it was custom among their people to do so when greeting family and friends. She had never done so before, but it felt right in that moment. 

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I MEAN the answer to who is more opinionated is PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS OJENE so HERE WE GO:

| Admirable | Attractive (at least if the question was posed to her she’d think about it- but she’d be VERY ANNOYED BY THE SUGGESTION) | Absentminded | Amusing | Abrasive | Aloof | Arrogant | Brilliant | Bizarre | Bland | Caring | Charming | Clever | Confident | Courageous | Creative | Cute | Careless | Childish | Clumsy | Cowardly | Cruel | Dignified | Dramatic | Desperate | Devious | Disrespectful | Elegant | Energetic | Emotional | Excitable | Faithful | Forgiving | Friendly | Flamboyant | Foolish | Frightening | Generous | Gloomy | Greedy | Gullible | Helpful | Honest | Hateful | Intelligent | Ignorant | Impulsive | Insensitive | Irresponsible | Lovable | Lazy | Mature | Malicious | Misguided | Monstrous | Narrow-minded | Optimistic | Obnoxious | Peaceful | Persuasive | Protective | Power-hungry (maybe??? she wants to believe it’s true) | Quirky | Reliable | Romantic | Ridiculous | Sexy | Sophisticated | Selfish | Trusting | Treacherous | Understanding | Unpredictable | Unstable | Vulnerable | Witty | Weak |

Ojene has an unreasonable distrust for the WoL. ONE PERSON SHOULD NOT HAVE SO MUCH POWER, so she believes, and she notes how everywhere they go, they leave upheaval and change in their wake… and asks herself, what happens when the WoL turns back to Eorzea? What happens when they try to rip it all up? What happens if they ever reach for the power they could pluck at any moment?

And then what happens to the people left behind?