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FFXIV Write 2024 | header | wc: 465
Brave set a steaming pot down in the gathering's center. Sweat trickled down the black iron from the heat, and it ran to stain droplets into the raw wood table. She stretched her arms to shake off the strain, then something popped in her back. Arcian was the first to commiserate an apology.
The other Bells around the table gave their thanks instead. Few of them had the energy to do more than wait in the Alliance commons while Brave ducked into the mess galley to find something to settle them with.
Tales from the Frost
Stories following the conclusion of the RP Arc, TOWER.
Stories: [1] 2 3 4
Live your Todays
Sitting on Alvarium’s walls is a girl and standing behind that girl is a man. They’re only three years apart but that’s what it feels like to Gloria, sometimes. Everyone’s got jobs, hooked up, had kids, and croaked while she remained stuck in some mental, teenage purgatory of rebellion, discovery, and petty angst. Gloria pulls her coat tighter around herself and shivers from the cold.
Norhi - What Does Your Heart Look Like?
a bird struggling to get loose
Your heart can never hold still. It pounds against your chest frantically, always turning your sights to one thing after the next. When was the last time you were certain? The last time your life was stable? Maybe this is how you prefer things. On the move constantly, not tied down to one person or place. You chase one goal after the next. Can you ever really feel complete without a place to land? Shouldn’t you build yourself a nest?
>>Quiz<<
Tagged by @snowbird-down
Tagging @pollux-xiv @furymint @mostdangerouspotato
(p.s. this quiz... it took me by my throat and made me feel very sad about my character. how dare you.))
© 𝖡𝗈𝖻 𝖱𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗄𝗂
A strawberry and mint confection! With a hint of a boozy cream in the middle. Norhi likes her baked goods. And bakes a fair bit herself. She'll readily admit that her own efforts trend in the more homey direction. But she does appreciate a fancy plating once in a while.
Tagged by @tea-and-conspiracy
Tagging: @daughter-of-fire-and-dreams @pollux-xiv @clockwork-sparrow
Fare You Well My Hearts
A month had passed and the last trip of the Curie was heading back to Ul’dah from Garlemald in two days. Norhi’s cart was loaded and arranged to carry Akizuki, Vhene, Misah’to, and his girls, Annia and Bianca to Camp Broken Glass, to be loaded up for the trip. The apothecary was put back together. And the management of it was officially handed over to Helen. Now, Norhi just had a few last strings to tie off before leaving. She wrote some letters and made some visits. She went around and said her goodbyes to everyone as best she could.
And life goes on. Garlemald is no more, the Final Days have ended, and Alvarium settles softly into memory. For a time, there's silence.
But eventually, gliding through that silence is a bird.
There's a sparrow at Norhi's window with a letter bowtied around its leg. With unnatural intelligence, it waits for as long she needs to unravel and read what's contained.
Thank you. And sorry. For everything. For a time I was your Overseer. It was a tremendous privilege. It was a terrible mistake. It was a lot of things but a lot of the good came from people like you. I'm not like that. I try, but I'm not, and I'm not blameless. I'd like to think that we were, for a remarkable period of time, friends. Maybe not anymore, but if you want to rebuild this bridge I burned...then I'll be on the other side. Goodbye, Norhi. May Sahlia and your Twelve protect you and fill your days with love. You'll always have a home in Alvarium.
The sparrow flits away, and like all creatures of the air, it flies in the hopes of finding gentler, warmer climes. It flaps into the blue skies and disappears.
One last letter eventually finds its way to Florus. Somewhere. Somehow.
Damn Moogles.
The letter is short. One page. And scribbled on in crayon by three different little girls. Norhi's quick handwriting in the middle.
Funny thing about burning bridges is that you need a second person to start the fire from the other side, if you want to burn it on both ends. If the other person's throwing water, then maybe they want to leave their options open. The bridge is still damaged. But time, patience, and effort, can help with that. The thing that frustrated me the most, about everything that happened is that so many people started burning bridges without even seeing how I felt or what I thought. I got told that I saw them as my enemy. And I wondered what I had ever done to convince them of that. Maybe one day I'll find out. Till then, goodbye. And take care of yourself.
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Fare You Well My Hearts
A month had passed and the last trip of the Curie was heading back to Ul’dah from Garlemald in two days. Norhi’s cart was loaded and arranged to carry Akizuki, Vhene, Misah’to, and his girls, Annia and Bianca to Camp Broken Glass, to be loaded up for the trip. The apothecary was put back together. And the management of it was officially handed over to Helen. Now, Norhi just had a few last strings to tie off before leaving. She wrote some letters and made some visits. She went around and said her goodbyes to everyone as best she could.
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The Voices I Love
Norhi woke from the nap she’d been taking, disturbed by the recurrence of an odd memory-dream that had haunted her since the conclusion of the tumultuous events on the Volare. It’d only been a few days. The true emergencies were over and rebuilding was started. Misah’to was even released from the infirmary with a wheelchair. His girls were hovering over him night and day. It would’ve been cute, if Norhi wasn’t so concerned about their own healing. But even with all the work to do, exhaustion did not keep that weird dream at bay.
The Home We Need
--Some weeks ago--
“So, who’s going to take care of the girls when you go back to Eorzea?”
Misah’to blinked up from the box he was setting down in the apothecary, looking over to Helen in surprise. “I.. Pardon?”
Helen, a lovely woman with pale brown hair and a softly shaped face, continued to look concerned over her question. “Annia and Bianca. Surely you’re not taking them to Eorzea? Not with the way you’ve talked about how bad it was, being taken from your own people.”
Misah’to straightened up then with a sigh and took a moment to crack his back. He then gave Helen a very sheepish smile. “I’m not taking them to Eorzea. And… I’m not giving them to someone else to raise. I promised them I’d take care of them. I have no intentions of becoming an oathbreaker.”
Helen’s concern only deepened at this. “But… You’re not going home then? I know you miss it.”
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“I’m not strong,” she whispers. “I’m not strong at all.”
Tagged by @endangered-liaison and @sergiusreports way, waaaaay back. Whoops. Not tagging anyone specifically since All The Shit Ever is about to hit the fan in about two hours RPwise, but whoever wants to do it, knock yourself out.