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# 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎 ╹ indie and selective 𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖆 𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉 from FFXV . mutually exclusive , this blog might contain highly triggering content . read guidelines before any interaction . not affiliated with the fandom. mun and muse are 28 + . ( sporadic activity - slow replies ) + sideblog @neahighwind. written by Miyata
₁ 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔡 ₂ 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔰 ₃ 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔰
𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 .
pew ! im always missing aranea dsadsad
@highwindo || closed starter
"There you are. I've been looking for you," Benedikta called out once she saw Aranea, arms crossing over her chest as she offered the dragoon a faint smile in greeting.
She had just arrived back from visiting Kupka and she was tired. The moment she had thought she had a moment to herself, Sleipnir had showed up with orders about a new mission. So much for resting. Oh, how she wished to scratch that smug smile off of the Lord Commander's pretty face.
"We have a mission." That wasn't quite true. Benedikta had a mission and she had decided that Aranea was coming along. She was, to put it mildly, tired of men. Just for the moment she wanted to avoid them – Gerulf would survive not coming along. She could really use some female company.
The draconic stopped in her tracks when she heard Benedikta's voice. It took her a second to turn around and walk toward her. ‟ I thought you were busy with other matters , ” she said almost teasingwhile crossing her arms against her own chest. The draconic didn't mind going on a mission with the dominant Geruda. If there was action and butt to kick , then Aranea was the best company , and she was willing to do the job , since her nature craved battle to the point that her eyes even lit up with excitement.
‟ Fine ... it's not like you're giving me many options. ” Which was true ; it sounded more like a demand than a request, but as she had previously thought, she wasn't going to stand idly by and let Benedikta have all the fun by herself.
i have failed yall again bc i did made the blog for my wol
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"Lady Aranea, is that truly you?"
Dion could scarcely believe his own eyes. Aranea had been one of his more talented dragoons, but had deserted them a year or so ago, due to a lack of faith in the Emperor and his new wife – or so he had been told. If he had only believed those words back then... if he had bothered to investigate, why, he would've joined her desertion on the spot.
In the end, it took him barely a year to follow in her footsteps. He had reached the point where he could no longer stand to look upon his own reflection for all that he had allowed to pass by his nose. It was by mere chance that he had learned of Anabella's treacherous ways; her efforts to undermine him in every way... and all of it was due to his lack of proper parentage – as if his father was not the current Emperor.
Well, if they wished to wield the power of Bahamut, they would have to redeem themselves in his eyes. As it stood, he could not serve Sanbreque any longer, no matter how much it hurt to leave his people behind. Most of his dragoons had joined him, of course – and now it seemed they were even closer to completing their ranks.
"I am glad to see you look so well." Indeed, despite her supposed betrayal, Dion knew deep down she would not have deserted for no reason and as such he had lain awake at times, worrying about her safety. It was truly a weight off his heart to know that she had taken care of herself in their time apart.
Times had been difficult since she deserted. Aranea was a draconic loyal to the empire, but more than the empire itself, she was loyal to Prince Dion. She had never given him a reason to doubt her own work, the skills she was bestowing and wielding in the empire's name. But the emperor had changed. She knew he had changed from the beginning, years ago, but now he was someone completely different, and she could see that it was all due to the tyranny of his new wife. Aranea could do all sorts of jobs if she was given a good sum of gil, but there were limits she wouldn't cross, and she wouldn't do so under the emperors' jurisdiction.
Unfortunately, she had to desert and was looking for other options since she didn't want to be a part of this, and even though Prince Dion hadn't opened his eyes, she understood why. She wasn't going to lie ; she was happy to see the prince before her eyes. This meant only one thing ---------------- that the prince disagreed with the empire and that he too had been able to awaken from its clutches. ‟ your highness . ” she said with her usual small, flirtatious smile as she gave him a slight bow. Aranea knew she was a traitor in the prince's eyes, but given his reaction, she knew she wasn't in any danger ; quite the contrary. ‟ Are you alright?, Are you hurt? ” she asked almost genuinely, despite not having had any contact with him but gossips and news tend to travel very fast. ‟ I can say the same about you. ”
ARANEA HIGHWIND | Final Fantasy XV
" you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny? " x
The draconic woman tried to stifle a small laugh with her hand as she watched the man from above for just a moment before approaching and extending her hand to help him.
‟ I apologize, my lord … but you must admit it was a little amusing. My intention wasn't really to frighten you like that -------------- perhaps next time you should watch your step more carefully ”
The chaotic urge to slip a “good boy” into casual conversation just to watch their reaction
🫂 - keres
HC #1
y'know, i don't think keres remembers specifically how they met, but i do think he remembers seeing her. not being able to process SHIT, like an animal spotting his mate for the first time--done got got, hook, line, and sinker. absolutely zero memory of their first conversation because he was too busy searing every inch of her into the back of his mind so he'd always remember her face. he knew in this matter-of-fact sort of way that aranea was just--it. his wife, and that's that. sparkles, heart and bat bokeh, little smile and everything. she was glowing. so much attitude, so much sass. grace and will of a fighter. silvery and armored and a woman of her own kind-- of course, of course, of course all he could remember was the flow of her hair and the grin on her face. wife, immediately, truly.
HC #2
keres is a simple man. sometimes, all he wants is to sneak up on aranea when she's in the bath and spoil her rotten. gently kiss at her from above while he rolls up his sleeves and slips a hand into the water-- i mean, he very much just enjoys doing this. just sit back, relax and enjoy the bath, sweetie. it's not about getting off for him either, it's genuinely just. him wanting to do something nice for her. where she doesn't have to do a single thing, she can just sigh and be pampered. he'll even wash her all over again. and he will praise her every step of the way. his wife, his queen, let him spoil her forever like this-- it is truly his favorite thing.
HC #3
he teases her often, but he has a soft spot the size of texas and it's her. nothing gets him twisted into knots faster than even the thought of her getting hurt because of him, or just. suffering in any way. he can't take it. he is a good man, no matter how hard he has to play his double agent role, no matter how many he has to kill, torture, and imprison. anything levied at her has him instantly on edge, and for a long time. it takes so much effort, so much time, just to unwind and he really can't do it without her. you see him. you know this man. WEAK. for nea.
does the past ever keep you up at night?
‟ Well … are we getting closer now, Colonel? ” Her attention shifted to the man once she heard his words. Her green eyes met his question with a hint of curiosity. It seemed quite personal, and she hadn't expected this level of personal inquiries between them. She wondered whether to answer honestly or not, but the question wasn't so weighty that she could avoid any kind of response. Her arms crossed over her chest as she thought.
‟ maybe, maybe not, but perhaps not in the way you expect. ” she said with a slight shrug. There wasn't really anything particularly specific keeping her up at night, a few very personal details here and there, but for the most part, her conscience was clear. ‟ Is there something haunting you and keeping you awake? ----------- that you feel like sharing ? . ”
✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )
give that to me! where did you find this?!
do you drink coffee or tea?
sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?
do you trust me enough to close your eyes?
when were you planning on telling me?
at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?
can i convince you to stay the night?
do i look like someone who knows what that means?
would you consider giving me a second chance?
do you really think that's helpful right now?
would you mind showing me around?
do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?
are you thinking what i'm thinking?
can we ... go out and do something crazy?
why are we whispering?
who exactly are you, anyways?
can't we just be civil for a minute?
does the past ever keep you up at night?
if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?
how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?
did the power just go out?
are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?
how should we celebrate?
can we just ... start over?
why is this so important to you?
how was i supposed to know that?!
do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.
where are you? nobody's heard from you.
can you help me zip this up?
why do these things always happen to me?
you don't secretly hate me, right?
can i get you something to eat? –or drink?
ready to see what i've been working on?
where have you been disappearing off to?
what's that perfume you're wearing?
you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?
are you planning to stay for dinner?
did you think it was going to be easy?
you see where you went wrong, don't you?
when did we become so cold and distant?
who are you working for?
did you really do all of this for me?
can i open my eyes yet?
haven't you heard the stories?
[ name ], what are you doing here?
what's it gonna take for you to trust me?
do you believe people can change?
how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?
don't you remember what happened last time?
why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?
you're [ name ], aren't you?
who did this to you?!
how did you know i'd be here?
what's that supposed to mean?
do you think i'm irredeemable?
what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!
do you see anything you like?
what do i owe you for the food?
why won't this stupid thing work?!
does tonight really have to end?
holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!
i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?
how long have you been standing there?
do you ever wish you could just ... run away?
haven't we been here before?
wait, shush ... did you hear that?
did i miss today's newsletter or something?
can we put our differences aside for a second?
what are you getting out of this, exactly?
you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?
are you willing to bet on it?
would you kill for me?
what made you think that was okay?!
do you believe people can change?
what's the worst thing you've ever done?
you were going to leave without saying goodbye?
[ name ], can you sit up for me?
can i kiss you?
where are your keys? you're not driving like this.
how's life been treating you?
where have you been?!
aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?
aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?
where are you going with this?
are we really doing this right now?
have you eaten today?
can i crash here for the night?
how did you learn to lie so well?
can i at least buy you a drink?
where should i meet you?
is that ... blood?!
are you trying to make me jealous right now?
what’s your problem? you're acting weird.
[ name ], you're ... real, right?
where’s your sense of adventure?
do you like horror movies?
what are you trying to prove?
can you give me a ride?
do you have any idea what you've done?
shouldn't you answer that?
why should i be the one to calm down?
have you been up all night?
why are you lying to me?
is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?
what are you so afraid of?
do you want to grow old with me?
you’re gonna walk away from this?
are you nervous? your hands are shaking.
where am i supposed to go?
how many fingers am i holding up?
you want me to just walk away from this?
[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!
are you embarrassed of me?
what's that smell? something's burning.
how can i make it up to you?
why can't you stay out of it?
is this some kind of trick?
come on, what do you have to lose?
do you ever still think of me?
idiot. why didn't you tell me?!
can we stop and think about this rationally?
how long has it been since you’ve slept?
what's your ideal first date?
are you ready to tell me the truth?
i almost died, and you're laughing?
what do you mean, "sort of"?
can we just stay like this forever?
when can i see you again?
can we put this behind us?
oh ... you thought of me first?
where did you learn to do that?
oh my god, are you bleeding?!
where are you? nobody’s heard from you.
[ name ], are you drunk?
how can i make this go away?
someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?
are we safe here?
what can i do to convince you?
what could possibly go wrong?
you have no idea who i am, do you?
how do you really feel about me?
why can't you look me in the eyes?
did you know you talk in your sleep?
were you following me?
can we just pretend this never happened?
are you just barely getting home?
are you even listening to me right now?!
where does it hurt? can you show me?
are you trying to get yourself killed?!
how about we just forget the world exists?
how long have you been keeping this from me?
were you ever going to tell me?
what do you make of this?
[ name ], what the hell?!
can we just be honest with each other, here?
are you trying to keep me a secret?
why does your story keep changing?
how long have you known?
it can't be that bad, right?
are you happy? i mean, really happy?
isn't this place amazing?
did i interrupt something?
how am i supposed to trust you?
are they still following us?
are you fucking serious?
do you remember our first kiss?
can we take a break for a minute?
how about we disappear for awhile?
you're going to walk away from this?
can you please just cut the crap?!
why didn't you tell me you were hurt?
how can i make this go away?
can you just look at me, please?
is there anything i can do to change your mind?
do you ever stop talking?
that depends. are you done lying to me?
are you sure this is legal?
how do you take your coffee?
can you keep your voice down?
why does your phone keep buzzing?
how can i make it up to you? zack nyehe
There was something about Zack that made her laugh more than usual, that laugh that usually went unnoticed. Perhaps it was his personality ; he was like a puppy full of energy. Maybe that's what reminded her of Prompto.
‟ There's nothing to be done, ” she said vaguely before placing her hand firmly on his shoulder and giving him a firm pat. ‟ You're quite the gentleman, but you don't need to do anything … ”
“Sometimes, I think the night listens better than people do.” (Ravus if you want)
And that really came out of nowhere, so much so that she couldn't help but glance to her side where he stood, looking puzzled and raising an eyebrow. Quickly, her arms crossed over her chest, and she thoughtfully covered her mouth with her hand. She didn't understand where all this had come from.
Was he feeling comfortable around her, or was he trying to open up emotionally? Either way, she was going to test the waters. ‟ Did something happen? ”
"Don’t make me chase you."
Chasing her ? , That made her stop in her tracks rather abruptly. No, she wasn't trying that, at least not with Tifa. There was no need. ‟ What do you mean by that? ” She was being genuine ; she didn't want her actions to make the woman with the dolphin ponytail think that. She was special somehow, not like the rest. The rest might try, and even she might, genuinely or impulsively let them chase her but not this time.
‟ Do you really think I'm trying to make you chase me? ”
𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕋ℝ𝕌𝕋ℍ 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝔹𝕌𝕋 ℂ𝔸ℕ 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕋𝔸𝕂𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋❔
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"Nea, a vacation?" They both knew Keres'd end up working anyway. But the idea was nice. Needed. To have her for himself in hotel rooms across the globe, seeing rare sights and nipping at her along the way... Well, he wanted little else, really. "To where? What's going on in that head of yours?"
‟ You say that as if I were out of my mind. ” She laughed softly before settling back on the luxurious sofa, completely relaxed. ‟ I don't see why not? It's doing something different. ” More than just doing something different, they were both always busy, and besides, there was never enough time for them. She wasn't the type to do all this kind of thing either, but she was pushing her luck.
‟ I hadn't really thought of a specific place. I wanted to know if you were okay with doing it first, and your availability. Well, I know you're usually quite busy. ”
↳ campfire aranea
