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Breathe in the moment/ We are sending out a message: this love/ Hear for a second just a sentence in the story of us/ A sentence in the story of us Your hand in mine and we are burning like two flickering lights/ Out past this moment, we are flying through the days and the nights/ Flying through the days and the nights I'm trying to keep this image I see/ I know we can't stay there/ But still I believe that this you and me/ Will always be somewhere 'Cause I swear/ That when "forever" fades into a memory/ Nothing will ever take, take you away from me/ This promise of mine is a promise in time/ And as we're looking back on who we used to be/ With everything I am, I swear you'll always see/ This promise of mine is a promise in time
This Promise by Sam Tsui & Casey Breves
Raha’s always enjoyed celebrating Little Ladies Day the entirety of our relationship, but this year he’s taken special care with it. He hasn’t said anything, but I know him well enough to see the motivation behind his actions.
I am unhappy with his choice to remain behind, and I do not agree with his reasoning. I have thought it over, and discussed my feelings with Krile—who knows him best—and I’ve come to realise something about my beloved husband.
For now, however, I shall accept his unspoken apology. I love him dearly, and nothing shall change that.
'Tis always nice to take in the lastest festivities when I visit my parents, Rella and Sapphie, in Gridania. I wish Raha could have joined me on this visit, but he's got his hands full getting the Students ready for Krial's departure later this summer. I miss him, but we'll have time once I'm back in Old Sharlayan. I rather expect he'll enjoy this new trend the House Valentione's emissaries started.
Date night at the Gold Saucer. Let’s just say, I’m still the Air Force One champion, and he’s lucky the bet was just dying his hair for a week. <laughs>
Thank you, Jandelaine, for helping with our silly “punishment”. Apologies you didn’t get to dye my hair green too, haha.
“I could always smuggle you in,” Tei offered with a mischievous grin.
G’raha hid his laugh behind a cough, and even Sapphire snorted in amusement. With a long suffering sigh for her daughter’s antics, Rella turned to soothe the startled boy.
“We shan’t be doing any such thing.” She gave the children a warm smile. “I should think that a letter to your friends would be most welcome.”
Tei leaned over and stage whispered to her husband, “my idea was more fun.”
Next to them Sapphire chuckled as he watched the Saint of Nymeia stride towards them. “No doubt.” He grinned at them, “I, for one, would have found it quite fun.”
G’raha looped his arm around Tei’s waist and rested his head on her shoulder as they listened to the Saint and Rella help young Tenny find a way to celebrate Starlight with the friends he had to leave behind. Silently he took in the festive scene before him, happiness suffusing him. To have their small family together again gave him a joy he could not describe.
Sensing her husband’s mood, Tei turned and planted a kiss to his head, squeezing him tight, before being dragged into the machinations of the Saint of Nymeia, and her mother.
Around them twinkled the lights of Gridania, and soft, fat flakes of snow gently drifted down. On the air came the scents of fresh baking and various spices. G’raha inhaled deeply, trying to capture every sight, sound, and sensory moment in his memory.
Happy Starlight, indeed.
It was a beautiful evening. The sun had begun its decent, though the light yet remained unchanged. The air still, yet a far cry from stifling. On the barely there breeze could be heard the indistinct chatter of Amaurotines finishing their tasks for the day. Some called farewell to colleagues, others, to friends who had come to join their journey home.
Two such figures made their way down the busy street, and into a series of side streets that, though not a particularly faster route to their destination, provided privacy. It was for that reason the two personages chose this route—for all the citizens meant well, sometimes even Azem needed a break.
Not that there weren’t other advantages of a secluded and private route, Azem thought to herself. Emet never allowed himself to relax when others were around. The slight smile on his lips as he regaled her with his latest venture in the name of the Convocation, could only exist because no one but her was around to see it.
In a fit of whimsy (a corruption Emet blamed her soundly for), Hythlodaeus had convinced them to join him on the roof to watch the sun set. Well, he’d only had to convince Emet to join him on the roof. Azem had thought it splendid idea, and all but dragged Emet up after her.
As he watched his dearest friends, Hythlodaeus couldn’t help his smile. They made quite the pair, his Melí and her Hades. Though, a rather unlucky pair for those who had not known them growing up. To them they must appear a confusing match. But Hythlodaeus had grown up with them, and he understood just how well they worked. Sure, there were the odd moments of friction, but they seemed genuinely happy, and that’s all Hythlodaeus could ask for.
Even as he enjoyed the happiness of his friends, a small part of him shied away. He loved his friends dearly, and wanted nothing more than to continue to help them achieve their lofty goals—and yet a part of him, a small part he fought to keep buried deep, knew the bittersweet sadness of having what one wanted—tantalisingly close, yet forever out of reach.
That they were friends was enough, he told himself as he shoved those traitorous thoughts and feelings into the deepest part of his soul. He genuinely was happy, and he’d be damned if he let some misguided thought of something else ruin all he—they—had achieved.
As the city tucked itself in for the night, its tired denizens snuggled up and ready for the sweet dreams they readily expected. Nary a one knew what was to come. The cool evening air, tranquil as the city tucked itself in for the night. A peaceful moment before the nightmare begins. These three dear friends, the weave of their fates tangled & strong, enjoying one last peaceful evening before the end. For on the morrow will sound the knells heralding the advent of the Final Days.
"God help me God help me God help me Breathe I wanna scream Is this a dream? How could this happen Happen to me? This isn't fair This nightmare This kind of torture I just can't bear I want you here I want you here I want you here I want you here An ache So deep That I Can hardly breathe"
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"God help me God help me God help me Breathe I wanna scream Is this a dream? How could this happen Happen to me? This isn't fair This nightmare This kind of torture I just can't bear I want you here I want you here I want you here I want you here An ache So deep That I Can hardly breathe"
One Life for One World
Emotions whirled inside Tei as she watched Aliasie and Urianger walk away. For all he’d told her to speak her mind, no one had actually given her a chance to do just that. Such was the state of her thoughts that she wasn’t sure if that was a bad thing or not in the end. Turning to F’anwylyd—who was watching her with eyes that seemed to hold no small amount of sympathy, as though she could sense Tei’s distress—the chocobo stepped forward and tenderly nibbled her ear. Tei enveloped her in a hug, the physical contact grounding her.
After a moment, she felt Fray’s presence, quietly offering her what support he knew how to give. When he realised she wasn’t going to push him away, he spoke.
I don’t understand it all, and I cannot speak to the conflict you are feeling, but I can say this: do not condemn your friend. He did what he had to do, what needed to be done, to save as many innocent lives as he could—to protect those who could not protect themselves—no matter the cost to himself. And of all people, who better to understand than us?
He paused. Tei stood there, holding fast to the faithful support and comfort of F’anwylyd, and waited for him to continue. She had become used to shutting him out after what had happened in Whitebrim—save for when they trained—but the events of the last few months gave her pause, and she felt herself cautiously lowering her barriers. She felt him start to reach out to her, then hesitate. After a moment, he dropped back and continued speaking.
I have much and more still to learn of you, Tei, but one thing I do know is that, though your methods would have been different, you would have done the same.
With a sigh, Tei opened her eyes and stepped around F’anwylyd to mount her, and with a gentle tug on the reins, Tei turned them towards Little Ala Mhigo. The shade was right. She gave F’anwylyd her head, and didn’t reply.
But she didn’t shut him out either. And that was a reply all the same.
F'anwylyd has been by my side since I was but a wee lass. My father gifted her to me on my 10th nameday, and we became instant best friends the moment we laid eyes on each other.
I remember how she would toddle after me as I went about my chores on the farm, and how bright and curious she was. I quickly took to teaching her tricks to help me with my chores, and that soon became a game of training her at more complicated tasks.
One such trick was to "guard." I would check to make sure the coast was clear, then tell her to guard me—she would then know to whistle whenever anyone approached. Thus, was I able to sneak short breaks (usually to read whatever I had stashed in my pack that day, or to sketch whatever struck my fancy in my notebook).
Those days of childhood are long since past, but the lessons learnt, and bonds foged, have lasted to this day. Ever my stalwart companion and friend, F'anwylyd, my dearest companion, travels this road by my side.
Sometimes, I'm just happy.
"When you venture where I cannot follow...."
Raha, you could look a little more impressed your girlfriend is calling down such destruction as the world has never before known….