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INCORRECT  QUOTES  MEME  !  ------------  accepting  !

CAEDA  :  do  you  take  constructive  criticism  ?

ALISAIE  :  i  only  take  CASH  or  CREDIT

𝑩 𝑶 𝑵 𝑼 𝑺  !

CAEDA  :  this  is  bothering  me

ALPHINAUD  :  well  you  are  digging  up  a  CORPSE  ....

CAEDA  :  no  ,  not  that  .  that’s  uh  ,  pretty  par  for the  course  actually

❝ these roads have long been dust yet … there are some who still walk them. ❞ 

@moogleborne​ asked: ↕ idk if ur still taking these but 5'2" !!

❝ down to earth. ❞

@moogleborne || finally something somft !!

     It was the panacea for his concerns , the concoction his sore body needed after a long day spent behind overwhelming paperwork . The familiar contact that warmed his heart and soul , the addicting language that spoke affection , adoration , and that reminded him that he was carried in the thoughts of his loved ones , like Azem in this case . the loving act he could not help but return , by wrapping his slender arms around the other and resting his head wherever he reached .   He allowed himself to squeeze her , but it was a light squeeze to accentuate what litte more he wanted to express without having to rely on words . He was certain that Azem received it , the message .

     There was a smile on his lips : genuine , relaxed , happy . His heart could not help but hum solemnly whenever Azem was near .

“hey ardbert? could you, uh… could you lay next to me?” [aha platonic cuddling am i right fellas]

The night is a quiet one. There is a soft breeze pushing wispy clouds through the canvas of indigo and navy, it carries with it crickets and late-night birdsong from the woods of Lakeland. It’s a beautiful night. It’s been so long since they’ve had beautiful nights here. Ardbert often finds himself staring, eyes wide, bright blue reflecting the stars within.

He’s staring again now as Caeda tries to sleep, affording her some measure of privacy in her attempt to get some rest. It’s hard work, doing what she does. He knows. Sleep doesn’t always come easily, even when one finds themselves in bone-deep exhaustion. The kind of exhaustion that makes you heavy. The kind of exhaustion that makes you cold. As a shade, he thought he could feel it. Despite his fraying soul, being, heart, he thought he could still feel it. And now as flesh and blood it truly hits him once more.

She yawns and her soft, sleepy voice snaps him out of his thoughts. Ardbert turns his eyes towards her, brows raised, to where she lies in her night clothes, half under the blankets.

( The first time he saw her in only her night clothes he felt as though he had been intruding, spluttering out a frantic apology before promptly disappearing. Now, he’s used to it. Now, they’re both comfortable enough. Now... he can’t simply disappear in an instant. Alive and all, again. )

Lie next to her...? He supposes he could. Once upon a time he and his friends would often nestle close during particularly difficult nights. A quiet comfort.

“All right then,” he says. “If you think it might help.”

Ardbert strides over slowly, fiddling with the straps of his armor and letting the heavy metal fall to the floor on the way there. The bed dips under him, he carefully maneuvers himself in next to her, giving her a good amount of space while still remaining close enough that it could supply... some comfort. Many people did say Ardbert had a rather comforting presence, after all. A warm one. A safe one.

Her eyes are closed again, her breathing soft. Ardbert watches carefully. Seconds tick into minutes and minutes turn into—

When he thinks she’s finally fallen asleep, his hand slides across the sheets to brush over hers. In an instant, her fingers lock around his and hold tight. Ardbert breathes in, looks down, then back up to her face. Eyes still closed, lips slightly parted. Peaceful. It’s enough to make him relax, enough to make him smile fondly, his tired eyes soft. So he inches closer, pulls his hand from hers to instead wrap a strong arm around her middle and tuck her closer to his chest. Her hair tickles his chin and she wiggles closer to him, one hand holding onto his tunic and the other curled to her chest.

This is okay. He likes this, this closeness. It makes him feel like he can keep her safe, even if she is quite capable of protecting herself. Call it instinct, or habit.

Ardbert presses his cheek to the crown of her hair, his eyes fluttering shut.

                                                        59 and 98 !!! :0

059.  list several phrases your character is fond of uttering  .  where did they pick them up?

             to be honest the phrases i think ysayle would have ended up using most in her lifetime were those of inspiration  &&  rhetoric regarding the end to the dragonsong war  &&  beseeching saint shiva  (  ' we who gods  &&  men have forsaken shall be the instruments of our own deliverance ‘ for instance  ,  as what could be deemed propaganda  )  .  she’s otherwise been largely on her own for a great deal of her life  &&  therefore had few people who’s mannerisms she could adopt in such a way  ,  besides maybe the standard things you hear across eorzea that she picked up while in dravania  .  curses  ,  cries to the gods  ,  that sort of thing  .  (  although i don’t think she curses much  .  )           maybe i’ll discover some phrases she’s particularly keen on as i write her more ^_^

098.  does your character like animals  ?

      ysayle loves animals of all types  (  &&  plants along with them  )  although much like dragons  ,  she’s fully aware that wild creatures must be respected on their terms  .  i’ve mentioned this once before but she is simply generally fond  &&  in awe of all things that grow  .  were she to have the chance to travel more than she did  ,  she might go so far as to record her sightings of all the different fauna across eorzea  .