Hiii, so I saw the Vanilla Gpose Challenge thing going around, and while I personally doubt I'll be able to get to all the prompts due to Busy(tm), after scrolling through this blog I realized I never posted the Gposes I did a long while ago, in an art noveau style if I remember right. I was, and still am rather proud of them!
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Spoilers for Heavensward Patch 3.0 I think???? Idk? Major Heavensward spoilers ahead basically, take caution. This is for Countdown for Dawntrail- Day 2! Gods, I’m so rusty w writing lol, I feel a lil bad, but it’s fun! I will also try to use the tag hopesinger so I don’t get mixed up with his actual tag
It happens too slow, and yet too fast.
Haurchefant screams, “Look out!”, and Lucio steps to a stop as Haurchefant blocks the spear of light that Lucio had missed in his sprint to get to Thordan. It is a lapse he will curse for the rest of his life. The spear is loud, a roaring buzz that has Lucio squinting as he throws up his arms in reflex. Underneath it, the *crack* of the shield flares bright purple in his synaesthetic vision and he screams out as
*crack*
*crack*
The shield shatters, and he hears the buzz deepen and halt, a cut-off gasp, and the wet spatter of fresh blood. The light fades, and Lucio lowers his arms as Haurchefant collapses. He rushes to his side, and with Alphinaud, begins to try and channel aether to heal the glowing wound. Lucio numbly takes the staff off from his back, and raises it high. Green orbs surround the fallen knight, and Lucio’s throat tattoo glows green, and then fades. Nothing changes, and Lucio drops to his knees, caught off guard by how much energy he channeled. It was too much for the spell, and even then, the wound refuses to mend. Alphinaud stops, and Lucio’s heart drops. He takes Haurchefant’s hand in his own, and pulls it to his throat, but he cannot speak. Through his tattoo, he pushes the words he can’t say to Harche’s soul.
*”No! We were supposed to be-!”*
He cannot finish, before the knight pulls away. Lucio is fighting to keep the tears back so he can see his face. His throat burns with pain, and his tattoo glows a dark blue, overflowing with his grief. He can’t lose him, not one of the closest friends he had ever had after the Banquet. He had regaled him with so many stories, so many songs, and he still had so many more to tell! Harchefant shakes his head ever so slightly, and smiles up at his hero.
“Oh, do not look at me so. A smile better suits a hero.”
It pains him like nothing else, but for him, Lucio smiles. His best friend, and now nothing more, breathes his last. Lucio’s smile drops and he clutches at his throat as it surges with pain. The tattoo needs him to release his emotions. But he fears he cannot control the surge that would follow. So he holds it in, squeezing his eyes shut as tears stream down his cheeks. His hands move to his mouth as he curls into himself. He can taste blood in his mouth. The others’ concerns now reach him, but he just shakes his head. He is unable to speak for hours afterward, overwhelmed by grief.
For a person like him, it was never to be.
Day 3: Stormblood! This ain’t great, I didn’t rly know how to end it. Pulling more stuff outta my brain that no-one but me understands, sry bout that.
Akasa is not the name his people would probably use, but I’ll be using it for now.
He should have known it was too good to be true. He had *hoped* more than anything. But Asahi requests to speak to the Warrior of Light alone, and he feels just the slight hint of dread. He must oblige and Asahi leans in and hisses.
“Mark me, savior of the savages. There will be a reckoning. Everything you are─your power, even your face─it vexes me. Go on. Lash out like the beast you are. At an emissary. And jeopardize the newfound peace between Doma and the Empire.”
Lucio leans back, and like Asahi, he cannot hold back his expression. His lips pull up in a snarl, his teeth clenched in fury. The tattoo flares and darkens, a pulsing black and red rippling across the design. His throat burns, Lucio can feel the Words in the back of his throat. He could kill Asahi with just a whisper, but he knew the consequences of such an action. Not only was the little worm *right* to do anything would jeopardize the tentative, hard-fought peace between Doma and the Empire, but his father spoke often of the consequences of using the Voice to kill. Without complete control of what his people called “akasa", it could rebound and kill himself, or the others nearby. He could lose his voice altogether. He could not risk it, and he hoped never to use such terrible power. But by the Twelve, he was sorely tested. Lucio has never wanted to kill someone so viciously, not since a certain person’s death. He shakes with barely-contained rage, and the sight of him makes Asahi’s mouth curl up in a smirk.
“My lord was destined to lead us unto a glorious new age. Your light is nothing to his radiance. I will cherish this moment─lock it away within my heart─until the day we meet again.”
Asahi leaves him, and as the ship flies away, everyone else now begins to notice Lucio’s tense stance. His tattoo’s glow begins to fade as Hien questions him, and he takes a shaky breath in. Slowly, he recounts what Asahi said. His own emotions are left vague, but they all can see he is very visibly shaken.
He does not speak for a while. Not to anyone. But he swears that he will kill Asahi.
One day.
Gods, finally have this ready to post proper, been working on and off on it for wayyy too long. I'm sure there's still stuff I'm either forgetting, or unable to write out in a way I like, or without being way too nervous too. Feel free to ask questions though! Also, spoilers for a lot of major expansion events other than Dawntrail, so you have been warned.
×—ʙᴀꜱɪᴄꜱ—×
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Lúcio Dossantos
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(ꜱ): Lú (close friends)
ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ(ꜱ): The Warrior of Light (gained ARR), The Warrior of Darkness (gained Shadowbringers) The Hopesinger (Given by his father, he began using it during Endwalker)
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ / ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪꜰʏ: Cis Male
ʀᴀᴄᴇ: Hyur (Midlander)
ᴀɢᴇ: 26
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: 3/20
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ: A small village in Yak Tural
ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ꜱɪɢɴ: Byergot, the Builder
ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Eorzean
×—ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ—×
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: around 5’3”
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 125 pounds, give or take
ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: Ecto-mesomorph
ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Black
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Brown
ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ: A dark brown
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴍᴀʀᴋꜱ: None that he knows of
ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: A sword slash crossing his chest from his right hip to left collarbone from Zenos in Stormblood, and a reaper’s cleave crossing the tattoo on his throat from Zenos again in Endwalker.
ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ: A special tattoo given to him by his people, it glows yellow when he uses his magic, and in high concentrations of aether; and it glows green when he sings and in high concentrations of dynamis. It has the appearance of a frog. High concentrations of aspected aether will also tint the base black color of it. It does have a more complex design that is usually unseen, but appears when he’s using more of its power. As of Dawntrail, it has a thin line crossing through it.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ 🇺🇳🇮🇶🇺🇪 ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ: Two stars painted on his face, just bc he likes it
ᴄʟᴇᴀɴʟɪɴᴇꜱꜱ / ɢʀᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ: Very clean, well-kept dreadlocks
ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: casual and loose, lime green/yellow/dark blue for colors
ᴀᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱᴏʀɪᴇꜱ: green and yellow jewelry
×—ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ—×
ᴀʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇꜱ: None
Ɪʟʟɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ: None
ᴅɪꜱᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ: None
ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟꜱ: Rather high, but can be controlled
ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: Does like sweets and chocolate, but relatively normal, also enjoys coffee and fruits
ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: Rather quiet in his sleep, shockingly
ꜰɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ: Works out, has quite the fit legs
×—ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ—×
ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ / ᴇxᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ: Extrovert
ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ: Calm, positive, eager to learn and listen
ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: verbal over all else, has a good way with words, always trying to share his thoughts and feelings
ɢᴏᴀʟꜱ / ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ: To inspire people with his music, and his actions
ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴇꜱ: Brave, always willing to help others, forgiving (at least once), positive
ꜰʟᴀᴡꜱ: Can be stubborn at times, and if overcome by severe emotion, can become unable or unwilling to speak
ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜꜱ: Very good at music, playing and singing, good with children, very flexible
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Can be overcome by emotions, if he cannot control them, it will affect others around him
ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ: Drinks prepared by an unseen party as of Heavensward, losing those he cares about,
ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ: Was briefly obsessed with training during the time when his friends were disappearing pre-ShB
Qᴜɪʀᴋꜱ / ᴛɪᴄꜱ: Always humming or tapping out a beat, seems restless at first glance
ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ: He doesn’t know the full extent of his power, and it should scare him more than it does.
ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛꜱ: Being unable to save Harchefaunt, and Tsuyu, though he doesn’t know if he ever could have.
×—ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ɪ—×
ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: She passed away when he was young, he barely remembers her.
ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: Bencio dos Santos, his father is a renowned bard and revolutionist from a small village in Yak Tural. His tattoo is that of a bird’s.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ(ꜱ): Jehantel, in a way
ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢ(ꜱ): None
ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ: Both deceased
ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: None
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ: A few cousins
×—ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ɪɪ—×
ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ / ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Panromantic Bisexual, open to polyamory with the right partners
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Single, open but not really looking with intent
ꜱᴘᴏᴜꜱᴇ: N/A
ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ/ ꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ(ꜱ): N/A
ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ(ꜱ): Briefly wished with Harchefaunt, never got there, none at present
ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ: Yda, Hien, Alisae, Alphinaud, Aymeric, Estinien, Krile, Riol, G’raha, Wuk Lamat, Jehantel and the rest from the Bard questline, Gulool Ja Ja, Gosetsu, Ardbert
ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ: Count Fortemps and his family, Yugiri
ʀɪᴠᴀʟꜱ: None at present, though he’d be open to a more friendly one
ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ: The Ascians, Asahi, sas Brutus, Zenos, Zoral Ja, Sphene
×—ʟɪꜰᴇꜱᴛʏʟᴇ—×
ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Warrior of Light, Bard on the side
ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ: Tural
ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ: Singing, Dancing, Capoeira
ᴠɪᴄᴇꜱ: Chocolate, and good coffee
ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ: Aiding in a revolution
ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: On the simpler side, he doesn’t want to get on Tataru’s bad side, will splurge for musical expenses though
ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏʀ ʟᴏɴᴇʀ: very much a social person, barring when he’s overcome by negative emotions, so he doesn’t hurt anyone
ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ / ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ: Believes in the goodness of people
×—ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ // ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ—×
ꜰᴏᴏᴅꜱ: Chocolate, good coffee, quite a few fruits, quite a few meats
ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ: Green, yellow, and blue
ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ: Tural, Ishgard has grown on him, The Black Shroud. The Azim Steppe
ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ: Music of any kind, his friends laughter, birds chirping. An enthusiastic crowd, an awed crowd, a busy crowd // Too much Light, too much silence, the Tower of Babil, anything that’s far too high pitched
ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ: Flowers, the land after it rains, a calm evening // Smoke and ash, burnt things
ᴛᴇxᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ: Strings, loose fabric, smooth wood // Being roughly grabbed
ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: Sunny with a breeze, rain
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: His friend’s touches and affections, however little
×—ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ—×
ᴊᴏʙ / ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ: Primarily a Bard, but also a White Mage, and can dip into a Dancer-like class of his own
ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: Looser clothing, and armored legs
ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(ꜱ): His own bow crafted with the help of Gerolt, it took him a bit to learn it and its specifications, since he wanted it to be a harp as well, and it’s less flexible/cannot handle overdrawing (is that a term?) as a result
ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: Fast, agile, accurate. With a bow, he’s scarily accurate and rather stylish, and with his style of capoeira, he drops the style quite a bit, but is even quicker and rather brutal if he’s fighting for real.
ᴍᴇʟᴇᴇ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: I’d describe it as Monk, if the skill was more leg-focused. He stays low and constantly on the move, delivering strikes with a surprising amount of strength and flexibility, able to strike as he dodges a returning blow. He carries around a small knife if he needs to, but very rarely actually uses it.
ʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: His preferred style of fighting in Eorzea, he is quite the good shot. He took a noticeable increase in skill during Pre-Shadowbringers, when his friends were “disappearing”.
ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: The standard WHM offensive magic stuff, blood for the blood lily!
ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: Where he excels, with buffs for the party, or skills from the White Mage class
ꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ: Sound Barrier, an ability that’s like if he could cast a Crit-Shield (Differential Diagnosis, or Catalyst for example) at will that rapidly decayed. Used to weather a high damage blow to the party. If he’s a WHM, after Har’s death, he can cast Benediction on reflex, which saved his life when Zenos slashed at his chest in Stormblood.
×—ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ—×
ᴘᴇᴛꜱ / ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴꜱ: Concert, his yellow chocobo; Harmony, his black chocobo; and Low, his capybara mount (I’ll get it one day ;-;)
ᴘʀɪᴢᴇᴅ / ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ: His bow, and his lute, made with materials from his home.
ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ: With the power of the Echo, and his tattoo, he can effectively understand and talk in every language, through understanding comes easier than talking. He can speak the language of dragons, but had to be taught by Hraesvelgr. His tattoo is the thing that allows him to speak it. He can also speak in sign language, and has been able since he was a child.
ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛꜱ: The language thing, but he’s also remarkably skilled at playing and composing music. He can pick up and play nearly any instrument. He also is a pretty good swimmer, to the surprise of the Scions.
ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ: Mounts, or airships.
ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ: Other than the usual WoL stuff, rewriting and singing the Dragonsong, and singing against the Endsinger, a musical battle that spreads throughout the cosmos beyond Eorzea
ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ:
ARR: Dying to Lahabrea; never forget what you have
HW: Harchefant’s death, and the rewrite of the Dragonsong; always tell your loved ones, even just friends, how much you appreciate them.
StB: Freeing Doma, and my god, Yotsuyu’s entire arc; Give even the worst people one chance to redeem themselves, but no more than that.
SB: Nearly becoming a Lightwarden, and seeing outside the window after he woke up; It is never the end, even if it seems like it.
EW: Meteion’s entire arc, Elpis, the Dead Ends, Zenos’s final battle ...quite a few here; Your comrades will save you, no matter the distance.
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Unsure how to, or if, I can add images in the middle of this so I'll out his tattoo ref here
There's a good chance I'll try and go more into his tattoo and stuff in a later post, if I find the motivation to try and make it coherent lol. It's in my head, I just dunno how to write it out. Thanks for viewing!
how does one tumbly post again?
anyway, i got the Valli wings and finally did a gpose I've always had an idea for. Not exactly what I had in mind, with the limitations of vanilla, but it's alright. I may? do more, if I get the other wings LOL
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Alright, so this will p much be me talking to myself for the sake of getting stuff down, but idk…so I did go ahead with the idea, gave Lúcio a Turalian name, made a pretty poor carrd, etc. People asked about my concept, and brought up that he would be a very good, if not perfect match for Solution Nine. And honestly, they are right. Make him a Tonwawtan that got trapped in the dome, and then grew up in Solution Nine, rising up to stardom through his music, and uniqueness to not wear a regulator. Use that platform to bring awareness to the world outside the dome, and possibly when/if the Arcadion stuff comes to light, be a proponent of getting rid of the souls.
It’s not only smarter, but far safer than the half-baked concepts I went with. I still am struggling to explain his tattoo and the history and workings behind it, not that there’s much of it. One of my greatest joys from roleplaying him in the Overwatch servers, was people recognizing him IC and freaking out over it. Idk why it made me feel so giddy and happy. Though I know I can’t fully bring all of his character through to FFXIV, I’m neglecting quite a big part of his character with the path that I chose, namely that he’s not as well known, and thus, has much less of an influence.
A few reasons I tossed it was the age didn’t line up which is an easy fix, just make him older; I don’t have and don’t remember where to get the glam, though I think it may be a dungeon? I didn’t mean for my main to be a rp character in the first place, he’s just a guy I make in every game I like; and I got too attached to my ideas as I always do. In trying to create less work for myself, because I wasn’t such if I could or wanted to play him off as someone so new to the outside world, I may have ended creating a looot more work for myself instead. I feel like I’ve just lost sight of the character entirely, under my own warped view of him. Not sure if I can recover that at all now. I can certainly try, by introducing him to the dome, but it would take a lot longer for such his fame to accumulate then.
I’ve also just lost a lot of confidence in myself. The reason I made him main Dancer is because despite my world in my head, I cannot play up a Bard as well, nor can I perform as well as he can. I wish I could, it would certainly be fun, but I don’t have the spoons for it, nor the skill. He’s far better than I am at things I wish I was. Gods know why I like him so much…
Maybe I could play two separate characters on one actual character lol, but that feels like it would be insane lmao. The more I think about the way provided for me, the more I kinda feel like I’m kicking myself for not doing it. I wanted him to be a lot more worldly experienced, than what that other idea provided, but…idk lol. I fear I already may be burning out. Not to forget his culture either; I feel like no matter what I do, I’ll be doing a poor job at representing it. It’s an odd feeling that I can’t really explain, maybe guilt for feeling guilty lol. I’m sure there’s more I’m missing but it’s alright. I’m talking just to talk at the void ig. I know I’ve been in a poor mental state, almost erratic in a way. I don’t want to alienate or tick off anyone in the rp community, but gods know that will happen regardless of what I do. Anyway, if you can’t tell, I’m rather tired, hence the word salad. I don’t expect anyone to read this, but if you do, thank you, I suppose.
Lemme link his carrd too, maybe stuff will make more sense.
So, I've been thinking. I joined the Tuliyollal Community Server, as well as the Solution Nine rp server. Both have absolutely amazing people and members and if you're interested at all in RP around the new expansion, I very highly recommend joining them, since this expansion seems to be one of the best RP-wise. I've mostly lurked as I do, but somehow found the bravery to ask a few questions, which has led me to a bit of a realization.
I'm not sure why Lúcio is such a big comfort character to me. I never really have known. He's not at all like me, though there are parts of him I certainly wish I had. I've kinda made him my own. But I don't think I can really do him justice. I've leaned far too much into some parts of him, and whether I meant to or not, very much neglected others. I didn't expect a 1 to 1 conversion from Overwatch to FFXIV, but I don't think he can really fit here without effort and knowledge I don't think I have. To try and press forward with him may end up just doing him a massive disservice.
So, I'm just going to kinda put him on the backburner. I'll answer stuff asked, and probably still ask, but I need to learn more about how rp and lore is done in FFXIV's space. It's certainly different from Overwatch's rather poor rp "community". I may try and make a different character altogether, but with the amount of alts I have, it'll be a looong way to go. I wish to be respectful of his backstory, and culture, for that is an absolutely massive part of him that I fear I cannot do justice. So, we'll see what happens. I'll just be taking this really slowly.
He remembered being carried out and...Then what? And then what? It was a bit of a blur, and finding himself awakening in such a place was even stranger, for it was neither Elpis or Amaurot that he found himself in but another city all-together. And the denizens were so small and...
And his failure weighed heavily on his spirit.
When they emerged from Ktisis Hyperboreia, he had been in too fatigued a state to think overmuch about what had happened. And, well, he did not remember what had happened, either. Too much had taken place, too much had occurred, and upon finding himself alone with his thoughts once more he couldn’t help the despair that weighed over him from washing over him.
Meteion had...She was...
...
...
Green eyes looked up, feeling his own breath catch in his throat, it was...Meteion? But he remembered so vividly, she had been terminated, she had been-
She was here?
Surely not, for even beings of dynamis could not...
And yet she was. For was he to look upon everything he had been taught and simply disbelieve what was happening in front of him? And so he ran, nearly stumbling over his own robes (they were not too long, but was he shorter?).
“Meteion-” He shouted her name, breathless when he was finally able to breach the distance between them. “You’re here- You’re alright?”