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@reynndiant
                        because my heart hurtsÂ
                  headcanon based lann // woff // est. feb. 22. 2017
                          loved and cherished by windy                                      //
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| đ | Â Reynn had payed the upmost attention in all of her classes, soaking in the knowledge given to her by her teachers, and then soaking in some more with the huge textbooks she carried home. She made sure to spend most of her time studying in order to follow her parents footsteps. She would have to look after herself and Lann when they were gone after all. Fortunately she did like learning, unlike some who preferred to skip class altogether or goof around in the bathrooms.Â
Reynn was an overachiever who took honor courses and devoted much of her life to the books. Sometimes she wished she could act like your average teenage girl butâŠ
Well it was silly! What was the point in dawdling with makeup and hair and gossiping about boys? She shakes her head, pushing any images from her brain, and instead tries to pay attention to where she is going. Next class, right-Â
Smack-!Â
Someone collides right into her, and there goes all her books and papers scattered to the floor. If only she didnât have so manyâŠÂ
Reynn stares dumbfounded at her poor poor books, the apology going in one ear and right the otherâŠÂ
That is until she recognizes that voice.
âLann!â Cheeks instantly going red, Reynn recovers, huffing and bending down to gather up her books and homework.Â
âYou should watch where youâre going! Imagine you hadnât run into me and had run into someone, I donât knowâŠ!â Puffing her cheeks out in her exasperation. âSome big scary guy who would beat you up! Like a football player!â  | đ |Â
Thereâs a rush of shame that washes over, fingers gripping hard onto paper, crumpling his earlier doodles and occasional notes that lie on top of books. As if it hadnât been bad enough⊠of all the people to run intoâŠÂ
He averts his eyes, trying to play any mantra that pops into his head on repeat, hoping she would stop screeching soon. It only makes him want to dissipate into a puddle even more. Too bad a super power like that would only happen in comicsâŠÂ
âSorry! Iâm real sorry, SisâŠâÂ
He pushes down a biting frustration towards himself, nails digging into the hard cover of the book, threatening to shorten them further and ripping paper.Â
She probably thought he was just being a dummy again⊠running into her in the hallway like an airheadâŠ
Even though⊠heâs trying so hard⊠heâs not as book smart as her or Wyn⊠but he⊠he wanted to make Mom and Dad proud too. Thatâs why he kept studying even when he found it awfully difficult, and some subjects beyond honking boring.Â
He just wants to show them⊠heâs really trying⊠but.. this incident isnât going to help⊠heâs sure Reynn would tell Wyn and itâd somehow cycle around⊠then heâd be thrown down even further⊠no expectations, the weak link of the family.
âO-oh come on!â Thatâs not gonna happen! Is what he wants to say⊠but he ends up halting right there, strands of hair beneath frames falling into eyes.
But he canât even deny it⊠kids already snickered and stared at him⊠some laughing at his birthmark, others growing tired of that and reverting to basic things like taking his lunch money⊠not that heâd ever tell her that! Or his parents⊠they had enough on their shoulders⊠and she was busy with her studies. He could live through the scrapes and bruises⊠and anything all of them said⊠but the thought of Mom and Dad being even more disappointed⊠now he really wishes comic book super powers were real⊠if he had one maybe heâd be worth something⊠like Reynn and Wyn.Â
| đ |  And there he goes again, with the apologizing. Reynn could imagine some kids would beat him up for it. With a sigh, she tries not to roll her eyes, collecting the last of her books. It seems he doesnât believe her, but Lann isnât like Reynn. Lann with his glasses, and his apologizing, and meekness. Reynn may be the true nerd, the one who will and does get picked on, but Lann too, will be picked on. He was prone to it. The both of them stand out with these markings on their arms. Reynn always wears hers proudly, they are from Mom, after all. But does Lann do the same?Â
Not to mention he is a bit of a goofball. And wonât throw a punch to save his life, like she might. Although she would avoid it at most costs, suspension would NOT look good on her record.Â
Reynn would still throw a punch if it came down to it. For herself, for Wyn, and... Well...
For Lann too.Â
âLook, just try not to make anyone mad. I will fight for you, but Iâm trying to avoid that if possible. My record is still flawless.â She can already hear her parents scolding, but what else was she supposed to do? She is the big sister, itâs her duty.Â
If she has to break a nose with her textbook aimed at someoneâs face for Lannâs sake... She will. So Lann should really stop running into people! Â | đ |Â
@reynndiantââÂ
âHey, uh, Reynn?âÂ
He knows itâs rather sudden, maybe even abrasive in her eyes. After all, normally when it came to giving things to her or doing things for her, he would be a little more fidgety and evasive about it. Trying to play it off as if it was him up to his normal shenanigans, that is until sheâd get mad or ask what dumb thing heâs up to now.Â
âHere!âÂ
Although, heâs more upfront about it, his stomach still twists in knots afraid of the reaction that will be given, and if he could pull his arm back and stick his hand back in his pocket as fast as he had withdrawn it he would.Â
Instead, his free fingers bunch up cloth of coat, muscles tense.Â
He was gonna crack if he stood here stuck like this much longer, so he quickly speaks again.Â
âItâs a ghost ward!â Since she hates ghosts so much he thought making a ward might ease her mind a little. Even if he has no proof it actually wards off ghosts.
âOh! And! Also a Cactuar ward!â Lann knows how much she hates those too. Specifically, one in particular⊠so why not combine two into one ward repelling necklace?Â
Then again, maybe making the central charm the prickly green Mirage that looked like the Conductor wasnât such a good ideaâŠ
Lann canât help but flinch under her gaze, eyes quickly darting down, teeth digging into the bottom of lip.Â
Itâs gotta be stupid to feel this nervous right? Why was his heart beating so fast? Even if she hates the gift itâd be fine, sheâd just call him dumb or something and that would be it.Â
Yet his stomach keeps doing somersaults, and the more he thinks on it the more nauseous he feels, quickly dipping his head down.Â
âIâm sorry! Please donât get mad!âÂ
Maybe suddenly apologizing wasnât the best course of action eitherâŠÂ
But⊠it was shaped like someone she despises and when that someone shows she always got really, really mad⊠he didnât want her to hit him again because it looked the way it didâŠÂ
And he begins to wonder why he had gone with that design choice in the first placeâŠÂ
| đ | Â She looks back at him expectantly from the call of her name, quirking a brow and waiting. Either he had something to say or... Well, Reynn isnât certain, but she is sure doing a lot of waiting, watching Lann freeze up like a statue while she taps her finger against her arm. Tap. Tap. Tap. Each one resonates through her whole being as she waits.
He exclaims and she waits some more, wondering for how much longer this will last, and then at last she exhales loudly.Â
âLann, honestly, we have places to be, do you need something or not...â She trails off, staring at the hideous green shape of that charm. A memory plays in her mind, and she grins a little, grinding her teeth all the while. Seriously?! Did it have to be a cactuar?!Â
If it supposedly warded off cactuars, and ghosts for that matter, shouldnât the design reflect the opposite of the thing it is trying to get rid of? It should look like a cross or something!Â
Reynn huffs out a noise at Lannâs apology, the corners of her lips dropping down into a neutral expression that appeared less like she was psychotically smiling and ready to march off and murder a specific someone. Lann was trying to be nice.Â
Besides, maybe she should put it to the test.Â
âWhy thank you, Lann, I know just the subject to try it on.â The smile is back as she reaches out and plucks the charm from his hand, peering down with a dark look at the green monstrosity. âThis time, I will get him!â Cracking her knuckles, Reynn slips the charm into her pocket. Now, to get to that train...  | đ |
reynndiant:
| đ | Â âLann!â So she scolds him, following in his very uneven footsteps with fists pressed against her hips. Her lips twist down into a frown as her brow pinches and her heels click with each step she takes after him. If he was going to be stubborn then fine! Reynn could also be stubborn, so very, very stubborn, in fact, much more stubborn than he was!
âSit down!â She reaches out for his arm, and then he has fallen down onto his rear and she huffs out a breath, willing her anger down in a harsh swallow. Breathe. Just breathe. Yelling at him wonât solve this. Use your brain. Reynn was good at doing that, so she wills herself to think, crouching down beside him, although her disapproving expression remains.
âLook, just stay there, okay? Donât move. Iâll go get you some water or something, orâŠâPausing, she shuffles in her pocket and pulls out a prismarium, releasing the Mirage inside. âHe will get you some water.â She issues this as a demand towards the Mirage and then it is off, waddling away.
âI will sit here and make sure you donât move a muscle since you canât be trusted to do that yourself.â Â | đ |Â
Lann tries to shake his head as some kind of sign of reassurance, but even the smallest movements makes his head; his whole body ache further, the pounding of such an ache making his ears ring. At least she wasnât yelling right now, although he doesnât know when her screeching might persist again. Her yelling only made black dots crossing vision double and any subtle pain in ears to pierce.Â
He moves his legs a little closer to his body, fingers pressing against clammy skin, near his temple. He was fine, he didnât feel that bad⊠although if he could see himself maybe heâd disagree, skin blotchy and red in some spots, but mostly ghost white, pale, fingers visibly trembling, although the notion goes unnoticed by him, everything a daze before clouded eyes.Â
He probably just ate something weird for breakfast, or maybe the coffee went bad for some reasonâŠ
Itâs exhausting to even speak, but he feels guilt building seeing her send the little Mirage offâŠÂ
Itâs not like they had no choice and needed an item for some stupid Gimme GolemâŠÂ
âRâŠReynn iâŠitâs fineâŠâÂ
She shouldnât have to send the Mirage off to get water, or stay and look after himâŠÂ
He tugs away his hand from his head, placing it in his lap weakly, eyes shutting for just a moment. To get just a second of relief from the blinding sun that such darkness relieved.Â
Was it slightly cold all of a sudden, or was it just him?Â
Lann has to force blue hues open, the action heavy, eyelids begging to tug shut once more.
âI donât⊠n-need itâŠâÂ
He had coffee this morning⊠he didnât need anything else to drink⊠that and Lann didnât want to be more of a burden and drag the Mirage out of itâs Prismarium for him⊠even if it had already left on its trekâŠÂ
| đ |  Like hell itâs fine! Reynn wants to scream, but she bites on her lip until it loses all of the rosy color, willing herself to remain patient. Honestly, she wasnât sure how Mom did it when either she or Lann got sick. They were just both so... Obnoxious while acting all ignorant and pretending itâs fine.
Seeing as she canât yell, although she wants to, Reynn sucks all that energy into her cheeks until they turn red. She would bust Lannâs eardrums for this after he was better. Instead she settles for chiding him in a quiet tone, tutting as she puts one hand on her hip, and uses the other to brush his bangs from his forehead. Not as if she needed to check, but-
Ah ha!Â
Just as she suspected, he was running a fever. âYou do need it! And you need to lie down, you look like a ghost! Iâll carry you if I have to, do not try me!â Ever able to push exuberance into her voice, despite what could be considered whisper screaming, Reynn kneels down and starts to drag his arms up over her shoulders. âWe are going home. That is final.â  | đ |
He cries in the corner where nobody sees Heâs the kid with the story No one would believe He prays every night âDear God wonât you please Could you send someone here Who will love me?â
                  Indie Lann Farna From World of Final Fantasy
                            Est. Feb. 22. 2017
              Not Canon-Div. But Heavily Implemented On Headcanons
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Who will love me for me Not for what I have done Or what I will become Who will love me for me  Â
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| đ | Â âLann!â So she scolds him, following in his very uneven footsteps with fists pressed against her hips. Her lips twist down into a frown as her brow pinches and her heels click with each step she takes after him. If he was going to be stubborn then fine! Reynn could also be stubborn, so very, very stubborn, in fact, much more stubborn than he was!
âSit down!â She reaches out for his arm, and then he has fallen down onto his rear and she huffs out a breath, willing her anger down in a harsh swallow. Breathe. Just breathe. Yelling at him wonât solve this. Use your brain. Reynn was good at doing that, so she wills herself to think, crouching down beside him, although her disapproving expression remains.
âLook, just stay there, okay? Donât move. Iâll go get you some water or something, or...â Pausing, she shuffles in her pocket and pulls out a prismarium, releasing the Mirage inside. âHe will get you some water.â She issues this as a demand towards the Mirage and then it is off, waddling away.
âI will sit here and make sure you donât move a muscle since you canât be trusted to do that yourself.â Â | đ |
adventurouswind:Â
Boko kwehed in agreement as he looked back to Bartz and Reynn as he nods, chirping happily as he wiggled his tail feathers back and forth as the Lilikin Champion explained.
âThey were talking about trying to find Bokoâs family and the mirage chocobo suggested that we check Wellspring Woods as thatâs where they usually gather in a herd, think it be a good spot to check out?â
| đ |  âWell you speak chocobo, not I, so Iâll take your word for it. If they think that is a good spot then we might as well try. Say nothing is there, we are just back to step one, but if we do find something we can be that much closer to finding Bokoâs family.âÂ
Wellspring Woods was fairly tame anyway, so they would not have to deal with running into too many powerful Mirages.Â
âWell since I was already traveling, I have what I need so I can go right now. Do you have everything you need, Bartz?â Reynn asks him, double checking in her mind that she has her appropriate prismariums with her. | đ |
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| đ |  âHuh?â She blinks a little in surprise. âYou know Lightning? Well she never mentioned your or at leastâŠâ Pausing in consideration. âAt least I donât think she did.â Then again Lighting seemed to be a pretty private person. Even so, Reynn would have expected talk of a god to be rather obvious, so Noctis had not come up in conversation as far as she was aware.Â
âWell, I suppose it makes sense that you would want her backâŠâ Still she cannot help but worry on the bottom of her lip. Without the Champions they would lose a lot of power in going up against Brandeis. Hmm⊠There had to be something she could do, since Noctis clearly would not just give up his goal, even temporarilyâŠÂ
âWell, what if we help you? And in exchange, you help Lann and I deal with some stuff? I mean Lightning and the others were kinda helping us but without them we would be a little lost, but of corse they should return home but um, the power of a God would certainly make it so everything could be resolved?â Smiling a little after her rambling to appear convincing, and cursing herself out inwardly. Dang! That didnât come out confident at all! She should have made it seem so sure, like it would be a good deal for both of them. Noctis can send all his friends packing where they belong quicker with Reynn and Lannâs help, and the two of them could deal with Brandelis and get their memories back easier with a Godâs power on their side, and save Mom! SimpleâŠ
Right?Â
âI mean, the culprit is likely the Bahamutian Army. They are the ones always going around and causing harmâŠâ Imagine how much worse this convincing could be if Lann was here! No, wait, donât! She doesnât want to think about it.
Shaking her head, Reynn holds her hands up, palms facing outward to appease. âWell Iâm sure you didnât, fate just kind of does what it wants, right? I mean, Lann and I never planned to be Mirage Keepers!âÂ
Or maybe they didnât plan it because they had forgotten and were stuck in their own little world⊠Still, it wasnât as if they had much choice now!  | đ |
âThatâs not a surprise, I doubt she remembers me in her altered brainwashed state.â The King simply stated in response to the otherâs words for the current time being. Then there was a nod of his head for a moment or two. âWhen I revert everybody back to their natural selves, Iâll ask them if they want to stick around and aid you or return to their homes. It will be entirely their choice. As for myself, Iâll put it under consideration. If this world has a hostile problem, Iâll gladly deal with it. So people can do as they please. Iâd also like to explore this world myself generally and see what it has to offer in general and myself. Telling me what you need help with will help with my consideration.â He stated with a pause. âBahamutian Army? So theyâre hostiles? Sounds like theyâre deserving of eradication.â He paused. âI suppose, but I donât believe in fate. Weâre meant to choose our own paths. I was just a fool for a period and let fate dictate my life. Hm, what do you want to be?â He asked.Â
| đ | Â Reynn nods her head in agreement. They should have a choice, she was glad Noctis thought in this way. He really wasnât what she might expect a God to be. Then again... Neither was Enna Kros.Â
âWe would still appreciate their help, but I wouldnât force them, although they may view Grymoire as a home now as well. Like Princess Sarah... She rules Cornelia here, and I donât know if she would want to leave her people with a mess...â Princess Sarah seemed too kind for that, although Reynn would not blame her if she did leave... Her life was a lie wasnât it? All of the Champions lives were lies...Â
âWell... The Bahamutian Army is all we need help with...â She pauses, biting her lip a little. âTechnically that is. Everything else is really our own problem, I doubt you could do anything.â Unless his God powers could magically restore her and Lannâs memories or bring their mom back.Â
âWhat do you mean?â She tilts her head. What did she want to...
Be?
âWell, Iâm a Mirage Keeper.â Reynn supplies the obvious answer. She didnât have time to think about anything else right now.  That and keeping an eye on Lann. âWhat about you then?â  | đ |Â
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| đ | Â Reynn had been studying a book on architecture she found in the library when suddenly her brotherâs voice resounded from behind her. A gentle weight flutters onto her head and Reynn reaches her fingers up to lightly trace it, trying to peer up with her eyes as well, although it proves pointless. She cannot see the top of her own head.Â
âGot what?â She inquires, carefully bookmarking her page, (no dog eared pages allowed here!) and rubbing her fingers between a soft petal. Had Lann gotten into Serafieâs garden?Â
âLann, Serafie isnât going to be pleased with you.â She scolds, although still smiles softly. Lann was willing to risk that apparently in order to give her something like this.
âWell, how does it look? Did you do a good job?â Â | đ |Â
âThanks Reynn. While my home is unique and pretty it does have itâs far share of dangers.â She said. She was really hoping now that sheâd be able to show Reynn her home. The place where she spent most of her life after being taken from her true home.
âI hope so. Even finding anyone who has any clue about my home will help me relax some and believe that thereâs a way for me to get back there.â
| đ | Â âThatâs fair.â Reynn remarks with a small smile. She certainly wouldnât hold a little danger against Skuldâs home, after all, Grymoire was quite dangerous itself. Reynn could handle a little of that no problem! She was a seasoned veteran now.Â
âIâm sure we will!â Reynn tries to keep positive for Skuldâs sake, although being overly cheery is Lannâs job. âAnd thereâs the gate.â Reynn skips over to the gate and stands besides it, holding a hand out for Skuld to take. âAre you ready?â  | đ |Â
@reynndiant đžđđž
âReeeynnn⊠Reynn! Hey, Reynn!â His index finger lightly prods his older sisterâs shoulder a couple of times; although heâs quick to cower back, afraid she might snap instead of groan and roll her eyes. Â
He tilts his head inquisitively, a question forming on the tip of his tongue. âReynn what do you prefer more Santa or âReynndeerâ- Uh, Reindeer!â Â He quickly covers his tracks, biting his bottom lip, glancing away for a moment.Â
She would probably be annoyed at the question because the choices were for something a while away⊠but! His little project was gonna take a while. He had made small stuffed animals before and a few little accessories, but making a shirt? From scratch? It would take a while even if he asked assistance from a certain fox and pixie.Â
And Lann was planning on making three sweaters on top of that! Three ugly Christmas sweaters.Â
Reynnâs was going to be pink with Moogles with antlers; he had sort of wanted to do Cactuars; it would look nice⊠but no way dude! He doesnât wanna get slugged so Moogles were the safe choice!Â
Wynâs was going to be light purple with Baby Behemothâs and Christmas Lights and his was going to be dark blue with Baby Paleberryâs and Snowflakes.Â
He thought it would be a good contrast! He had them all made out! âŠIn his head⊠but Lann was hoping when the time came they could all wear themâŠÂ
They wouldnât be quite ugly Christmas sweaters without something else⊠hence he was thinking of adding another design on the trim of the shirt, an actual Christmas symbol! Heâd ask her and then Wyn between Penguinâs and Snowman, and whatever they didnât choose heâd choose between.Â
Of course, he is sort of scared theyâll reject the idea once heâs done, but⊠he wants to do something as a family⊠like they used tooâŠÂ
| đ | Â âLann! Quit that!â With a huff Reynn swats away his offending finger, which keeps poking consistently at her shoulder. As if she couldnât hear him or something and he wasnât standing right next to her, honesty!
Blinking owlishly for a moment, Reynn can only stare at him, the pun registering in her brain and grinding the gears in her head to a harsh halt. Did he really, really, really have to do that? Exhaling a sigh, Reynn presses a hand to her head, fingers splayed out over her temples. Apparently he did.
âWhy does it matter, Lann?â She tests, tapping the toe of her boot against the ground while crossing her arms over her chest.
She squints at him as if trying to see through him, but...
Nothing.
âWell, not Santa, obviously.â Reynn answers at last, albeit kind of reluctantly since she is unsure what he is up to.
âSanta isnât real, and isnât cute. Reindeers on the other hand...â
Well they were. Â | đ |
reynndiant:
| đ | Â âLann!â
She leaps forward with deftness, heels hitting the rocky ground, yet she maintains her balance, tilting forward and then locking her knees so she will not fall. She jogs over to him, hands going to his shoulders as she tries to peer down to study his face, strawberry blond locks creating a shadow over his expression with her own fluttering into her violet colored eyes which scrutinize him.
She knew he would get in trouble! Why did he never listen to her?! That is what big sisterâs were for! Listening to!
âLann, whatâs wrong?â She couldnât help him if he would not even speak up, but for now she focuses on holding him steady, lips pressing into a frown, and brow furrowing as she struggles with both her concern and her desire to scold him.
In the end she chooses calm over all other emotions, bracing herself into being cool and collected while they figured this out.
âI canât help if you wonât talk to me.â Â | đ |Â
It hurt. It hurts too much. He was gonna explode. That canât happen, right? He canât explode,  right? Why? Why wonât it stop? Just for a moment. He canât breathe⊠itâs painful⊠help⊠heâs gonna break. Fingers tremble, gripping the cloth of his shirt tighter, vision dancing in colorful dots in front of his eyes. Mumbles and pleas under breath donât even register in the ringing of ears, nor the presence of her right in front of him. He canât⊠the stabbing in his chest doesnât stop⊠no matter what⊠even when eyes are closed, if anything it haunts more⊠it hurts! But it⊠it hurt for them too⊠for them⊠moreâŠ!Â
EveryoneâŠ
MomâŠ
DadâŠÂ
You deserve itâŠ
Selfish!
Stupid!Â
Itâs hot and burning and it boils and fills in his lungs and makes his head split⊠it spills from his eyes, gasps hitched out trying to inhale air in heavy weighed down lungs, nails tearing at little fibers.
He almost slips, he almost lets his last few fingers slip away from their grip, break through the glass wall built up, not at all stable yet somehow still standing through all the cracks. He almost lets himself plunge into that deep abyss, let the waves drown out his last breaths, but then his mind pulls him away and pinpoints her fingers that brush against his shoulder even now. He canât⊠not to her. He canât⊠break in front of herâŠÂ
He was already a useless little brother hadnât he made her suffer enough?
So he pulls himself up through the glass cutting into his palms, painful, enough to hold on, just until heâs away from her⊠Even as he chokes when going to speak, letting arms drop motionless to his side, teeth biting into cracked lips, the taste of salt and iron mixing in his mouth.
He wants her to save himâŠ
But he canâtâŠÂ
âN-nothing.âÂ
It falls out dull, void of life, only a tint of life showing in the crack of his voice, all the pain poured in before quickly shut off.Â
What a dummy.Â
âWe gotta keep collecting Mirages, right? Letâs go.âÂ
| đ | Â Nothing?
Reynn scowls at his pathetic excuse of trying to hide whatever it is he is trying to hide. She was the older sibling here, that was her job! She should be the one to hide, not him. She couldnât allow for it. But how could she even tempt the answers out of him? Reynn could be too harsh, too stubborn, maybe he wouldnât even open up to her... If only she could be more like Mom...
Biting on her lower lip, Reynn shakes her head.
No! It didnât matter if she was enough like Mom. She had to try otherwise she would fail him. Even if she did fail while trying...
At least she would have tried.
Reynn was never one to give up easy and she wouldnât do it now either!
She wouldnât lose him again!
Huh...?
But... Had she ever lost Lann? A fog seems to wrap around her brain and she shakes it off, holding Lannâs shoulders and trying to smile gently at him.
It didnât matter right now.
âCome on, Lann. You canât fool me. I am pretty smart you know! And I definitely know something is wrong. We can take a break from collecting Mirages. Wouldnât you like that? I know how much you like breaks!â Â | đ |
adventurouswind:Â
Boko kwehed a little as he watched the shiny thing glow and a Chocobo hopping out of it to greet them all, he trotted over and began to speak with it as he hoped the other could help them out.
âKweh kweh!â [ Translation: Hello there, sorry if you were summoned suddenly but we were wondering if you knew where my parents are? again, I deeply apologize if this is sudden⊠]
| đ | Â Reynn scratches her cheek, watching intently as Boko starts to communicate with the Mirage who had been set free from its prismarium. She sure hoped Bartz could understand them, because she certainly couldnât. Still, she readies another prismarium in case this is a bust.Â
âKweh kweh kweh!â The chocobo responds to Boko, bouncing a little, while tilting its head. [ Translation: Itâs alright! I am summoned suddenly a lot of the time. Your parents you say? Could you be more specific? Did they come from a certain land? ] Â | đ | Â
Boko chirped and kwehed as the two chocobos were chatting as the birb was trying to tell the other as all he remembered was being abandoned by his herd and his human companion raising him as he told the other Chocobo of this, a sad face as he didnât remembered his parents as Bartz carefully watched the two speaking to one another.
| đ | Â The other chocobo listens intently to Bokoâs story, nodding its head and throwing in a few chirps of understanding. They didnât have much information to go based off of, but perhaps there was some information the Mirage had which could lead to something!Â
âKweh! Kweh kweh!â The chocobo does a little hop, flapping his wings. [ Translation: Well I do not know if I know your herd, but I have heard of a herd of chocobo Mirages stopping at Wellspring Woods! Maybe if you go check out that herd you can find your family or learn something! Iâm sure them leaving you was an accident and they want to see you again! ]Â
Reynn leans forward, placing her hands on her knees, and tilts her head. âSo? Did you learn anything Boko?â Then looking back towards Bartz, Reynn adresses him. âWhat were they saying?â  | đ |
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| đ | Â âC-Come on, Lann, d-donât exaggerate so much!â So she says through her own teeth which are chattering. There is no way he could be having a harder time than her, dressed as she is! Freezing to death was ridiculous anyway, she refused to go out like that, and she wouldnât let him do so either.
They couldnât die so easily anyway, he was just letting this cold get to his head! Tama could save them from certain doom.
âJ-Just keep walking. Did you know exercise is good in keeping body heat regulated and warm? You canât freeze solid so long as you are moving!â Putting some chipper into her voice as she relays some trivia facts.
âKeep on walking! Run even! Come on now, donât tell me you canât beat me in a race?â Perhaps she was acting rather overly joyful andâŠ
CrazyâŠ
But really it was a distraction from the cold! At least one of them had to be rational here, and Lann was obviously not that, thinking he was going to freeze to death. Â | đ |
He canât even bring himself to usher out a halfhearted groan to her trivia facts or a quick distraction so she wouldnât go too off; the only thing that manages to leave pale lips from the cold of the storm is a whimper, fingers digging into skin to try and feel some semblance of warmth.Â
Her words where almost blacked out completely by the blistering wind that rings in ears, teeth biting down onto lip, an action that would have likely hurt even more had he done it on any other day, but everything had long since started to go numb, and instead the action only draws a small amount of crimson to lip, giving it some more color.Â
HowâŠ? How could she be so cheerful right nowâŠ? It was odd enough for her to be this happy in the first place⊠yet along in a storm like thisâŠ
He hates the coldâŠÂ
Lann lets out a weak puff of air, eyelids closing, the cold of snowflakes sticking against long lashes. It takes all his willpower to force blue hues open again, head shaken back and forth with so little energy itâs hard to tell he had moved his neck at all.Â
âN-âŠNo wayâŠâ Thereâs no way he could race, yet along beat her in one⊠he canât feel the tips of his fingers anymore and his legs felt like jelly, making his stomach flip, and his muscles quickly give into the temptation and sink down into the cold of the snow.Â
âC-canâtâŠâÂ
He curls up, his fingers in the freezing mix of ice and water, dipping his forehead down to meet it to try and steady his sense of balance as colorful dots flicker in front of his vision.Â
Something about kneeling down like this was almost⊠comforting and⊠warm�
What the honk was wrong with him?
There is nothing warm about this cold!Â
And yetâŠ
Maybe heâs gone crazy too.Â
| đ | Â âCome on, Lann!â Her voice pitches further, in part due to her loss of control, and also because it is difficult to be heard over the raging wind. Her hair pushes into her face, and she shoves it back, irritation flickering in her mind, although her smile sustains itself, if not growing even wider with every little thing that goes wrong.
âIf you give up Mom will yell at us! And so will Tama! And Serafie even! What about all of Grymoire! We canât let them down, now can we?!â Reynn shouts loudly, kneeling down and grabbing Lannâs elbow.
She almost tips over herself with all the snow, combined with her heeled boots, but persists anyway and pulls on Lann.
âGet up!â So she was doing something akin to whining now, tugging on Lann with all of her might. âWeâll turn into popsicles!â Lann was lucky he had that coat, but he was the one giving up?! Reynn didnât think so.
The cold biting at her skin invigorates something deep within her, and she pulls even more, face flushing red with the exertion.
âWe canât find someplace warm if you wonât even put in the effort to do so!â Â | đ |
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| đ | Â âLann, itâs not a big deal, I told you, itâs just a scratch. I can walk it off.â So she huffs, standing up and brushing herself down. She winces a little, but brushes that off as well. In battle it was expected you would deal with aches and pains. It was something she had grown used to and therefore there was no reason for Lann to expend pointless energy in healing. After all, so long as they had Tama they could not perish, and any other wounds she could grin and bare. It wasnât a big deal.Â
âI appreciate the effort, but you donât need to bother. Really, a potion is all I need. Come on now, we have more Mirage collecting to do.â So she gets right back to the task at hand as if nothing had occurred, in a manner that suits her all too well. She couldnât let anything stop her from them finding Mom. Nothing. Theyâd get back their memories and their mom, she would make sure of it. Â | đ |Â
Teeth gnaw at the bottom of lip until pain shoots in flashes like it had so many times from being chewed and ripped up a little too much; the taste of metal running in mouth. Eyes narrow and peach colored lips mixed with red pull into a pout, arms crossing across his chest.
Why� Why did she always do this�
Always keeping stuff to herself⊠taking everything on herself⊠did she really think him so useless? That dumb?Â
Chest aches at the thought burned in mind red hot, but he pushes it away for now; at least until he is alone where no one can see him crack, sprinting forward and grabbing at her wrist.Â
âReynn, câmon!â Thereâs a desperation to his voice that he doesnât bother to hide, bleeding in worry and so much of that distress. He could do it easily, and it didnât matter to Lann if he ended up exhausted later from healing her now. He doesnât care what happens to him, he just wants her to be okay⊠if he really was worthless in every other way⊠canât she at least let him do this? Itâs the only thing he can do for her. Itâs the only way he can keep her safe. To heal her wounds, no matter how minor. Heâll always prioritize herâŠ
Fingertips tremble beneath his touch before digits go limp and let go, his arm falling to his side motionless, neck lowering and teeth gritting before a plea is choked out so quiet itâs almost not heard.Â
âPlease.âÂ
| đ | Â âOh, don't Reynn câmon me.â She mimics his pitch then, waving a hand in dismissal before curling her arm around her side. If she wasnât bleeding it wasnât a big deal. They had more important things to be doing. Suffering was a part of life, was a price they would have to pay in order to complete their missions. In order to be Mirage Keepers, in order to fight against the Bahamutian Army. They had to make sacrifices. They had to be sacrifices. For Mom! Reynn would do anything...
Looking down toward the markers on her arm, she remembers Mom. Mom had markings like this too.
Anything for Mom.
Please.
Reynn pauses at this word, this plea coming from her brother, and turns back to face him, shaking her head a little.
âCome on, Lann. Up at at them, we donât have all day.â Â | đ |
One. Two. Three. And just like that fingerâs gingerly place a rather odd looking Chocochick plush onto the wooden floor beneath bent knees. A soft smile crosses his features, head nodding in satisfaction, fingers patting the plush of the third one once more.
Lannâs sure if Serafie or Tama came in right now theyâd look at him like heâs crazy⊠playing with stuffed animals at his age⊠he doesnât even want to know what Reynn would think, but he has a good reason! And heâs not playing with them either! Not to say he wouldnât, butâŠÂ
In fact, Lann had made the rather unique looking plushes! Sure⊠they werenât an exact copy of the actual Mirage, the eyes were buttons and the legs were a bit longer and stringy; plus the shell that all of them wore was no where to be found, but he had limited time!Â
The colors were right, the same bright yellow and blue buttons, and he had the general idea down! One wing might be a little smaller on some and larger on others, and yeah, he couldâve masked the stitches a little more⊠but it wasnât a bad attempt! His fingers had been sore for weeks from pricking his finger with a needle and he hadnât even been able to use bandaids in fear of his sisterâŠ
It would all be worth it in the end, though; heâs sure!Â
Lann just wanted to make sure his Chocochick Eggshell wouldnât get lonely! It was his first ever Mirage, so he had a connection with him; even if he no longer donned the little guy in battle. He had asked before, but between Serafie only being able to hold onto a certain amount of Prismâs; and Reynnâs general content with two being more than plenty⊠he couldnât just go out and imprism more. There was the other one, but it was in Reynnâs possession, and heâs sure sheâd never oblige to such a âchildish thingâ. At least not without a roll of the eyes first.Â
This was his best bet! He could use an opinion on the whole thing⊠and he wasnât alone luckily, hearing the creaking of the door.
Perfect now was his ch-ch-chance!Â
Putting on a big grin he jumps up, hands falling behind back.Â
âWhat do you think? Iâm gonna use âem for Eggshell so he doesnât get lonely!âÂ
| đ | Â At first she can only blink a few times, trying to understand the situation around her. She was sure she had been looking for Lann for some important reason or another, yet... Whatever that had been has slipped from her mind as she is greeted to the sight of her little brother messing around with...
Were those dolls of sorts?Â
âEggshell?â Ah, right, one of Lannâs Mirages. Reynn really did wonder where he came up with such basic names, although she supposed at least he would not forget them if they were as simple as that.Â
âLann, Iâm sure Eggshell doesnât need those to have company. He has you.â She reminds, hand pressed to her chin. âBesides, I donât think those will fit in his Prismarium either.â Then trying to force more of a smile, she tries to be encouraging. If Lann was wasting time on this he clearly cared about it. There must be some other use for these dolls.Â
At least Lann could be rather thoughtful despite his lapses in proper judgement.
âIâm sure he would appreciate the thought. And um...â Splaying her fingers together, she offers a more genuine smile. âThose would look nice in our living room!â Â | đ |
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| đ | Â Reynn was unsure just where the gates had brought her to, but the malfunction had worried her, and now seeing her surroundings, she could understand why. This place didnât look familiar to anything in Grymoire. Or... Maybe it did, but still the darkness which countered Grymoireâs cheer was quite a contrast, and it gave her whiplash.Â
She wanders on her, hoping she can stumble upon information soon, or someone to help her. She just had to keep calm, right?Â
Right!Â
A look of determination flashes across Reynnâs face as she nods to herself, deciding she will not panic.Â
Just try to think about this rationally.Â
Peering into a nearby crowd, a head of bright and spiky blond hair stands out to her, seeming almost... familiar, but...Â
âHey! Excuse me!â Shouting out, Reynn tries to move her way through the bustle, squeezing and slipping and sliding. Â |Â đ |Â
