#protecism

Albert’s face flushes red, and he puts a hand in front of his mouth, looking down and away, unsure of what to say.

“Truth be told, I’d prefer not to think about killing any of you.”

A muffled laugh comes from behind his hand - he’s far too embarrassed to do much else, if only because of the question posed to him.

“I suppose, er, I’d…go to bed with, Ser Aymeric, and kill Estinien, although I’d loathe to do so.”

He pauses for a moment. He doesn’t like the thought of killing Estinien, something which had been fought long and hard to avoid - but he also isn’t sure what to do with the words that come next. He lets them sit on his tongue for a moment, and then -

It was not too long ago that the biting cold of Coerthas would have been what caused the wandering knight’s body to freeze up, to shorten his breath. These days it scarcely affected him - the vagabond of a man who seemed to be undying. For a wonder he pondered if he had found himself deep within the Hell of Ice, even those days ( especially these days ) following his discovery of the blood red soul crystal upon a body’s effects. 

Since then the nagging voices of knights past rarely ceased, his life one of snow, wind and a struggle to find meaning to what sense of justice he’d held before. It was that irritating, almost itching desire that drew him back to Ishgard to find the answer to his dilemma, face often hidden beneath a cloak or hat ( as big of a city as Ishgard is, it can be easy to hide in plain sight )

Yet now, the sight before him was what chilled his blood and made his breath catch in his throat. The man who should be dead - how certain he was his light had struck him down - stood before him. Hands clenched at his sides as he prepared for whatever fury the knight might express now that their eyes had locked from across the bazaar.

Perhaps the soul stone was playing yet another of its tricks on him, punishment for ignoring them once more.

fRANCEL WAIT I GOT YOU SOME BOOTS

DO YOU ACTUALLY omg thank god tbh because i’m afraid of running potd without a premade party

Shenanigans solve Nemisae’s love life....

tbh haurche would be so intrested in his choice of weapon and why it has moogles and stuff-