*♔: FEALTY.

[kezzart]

Warm up sketch of the one of the many npcs I love in this game

[seraymeric]

     ❝ It has perplexed me some time, how scattered this city appears when it comes to those who remain. Mayhaps it is beyond my reasoning to speak with how short my stay has been compared to most, yet I must wonder. Is there no hope for those affected by this experiment to set aside all differences and work together against our collective foe? A divided city cannot survive. ❞

[notapolicegirl-archive]

“Well, being here for as long as I have has taught me that it never truly lasts. It’s a shame really since we rarely get any time of peace. There are people here who like to cause some havoc when the scientists don’t do it themselves. So … it’s better to enjoy it while it lasts.”

[seraymeric]

     ❝ Pray forgive my forwardness, if that be the case. I find it difficult to believe my experiences here outshine your own stay of my several months. It was not within my intentions to dissuade any from enjoying our moment of respite. Rather, I suppose the fault lies within my own upbringing to be vigilant, as to anticipate what is to come. However I, once more, must agree to your outlook... in the end, it is something to celebrate more than naught. To know there are those amongst the citizens who see it such is refreshing, I admit... ❞

[notapolicegirl-archive]

“Things have been rather quiet and that’s a good thing. It’s just so … relaxing. So rare to see around here …”

[seraymeric]

     ❝ Aye, I must agree. To find something as this amongst this city-state is scarce indeed, though it leaves me to question just how long we shall be granted such reprieve from those of our captors and, in unfortunate turns, what they may be concocting as we speak. ❞

[seraymeric]

     rubble and dirt trickle down from the tunnels above, an unfortunate predicament for all whom came to dwell within the first district beneath the city. Already has this city been thrust into chaos, yet to be entrapped beneath with little means to trudge themselves to the world above is not ideal when it came to the arts of war and time. For how long would this continue, he could not say... though he knew well that there was naught to do but attempt to find ways to free them from their most recent encasement.

     Iced hues narrow in thought before the crackling sound of rock draws his attention upward. That of a large boulder vibrating from the monstrosities steps above, dislodging it from the cavern ceiling and tumbling downward in aim to the current roster of people below. Hesitance would only prove deadly, it would seem, armour chiming in his swift motion to lunge out of the way... whilst also taking hold of another to pull them aside in his endeavours as they stumble to the ground beyond the reach of the falling hazard.

     Moments pass before he takes note of their temporal safety with a minuscule nod, releasing his grasp thereafter to stagger upward whilst he observers boulder that now lodges itself into the floor. ❝ ... pray tell, is there no other way to escape these passages? To remain idle, even beneath these grounds hidden from the heavier assault, is no better than inviting death to our doors. Surely there cannot be but one way to enter and exit this specific district, ❞ his inquiry one of vague understanding already, that deep within he knew well the answer to.

     Survival is key, leaving their options to locate another route or make one of their own...

[seraymeric]

always, a hero comes home.

asilverhero

     there is a falter in his step, in the very breath that he intakes upon the sight of pure silver amidst the dreary coloured masses. No other could be a shining beacon as him despite one other; someone who could so easily blind all those whom surrounded him with a brilliant array of light from the smallest of smiles he could muster. Truly, the day which he had been stolen from their realm, it could not have dimmed any more than it did for the loss of such a wondrous comrade as he. Had he not been so reckless in the pursuit of antonement for his people, to vindicate them of their future onslaught, perhaps he might have remained to see the fruits of all which they strove to attain.

     One step forward is all it takes for the muscles of his figure tense, knowing full well that the vision before him was not made for life. How akin it was to the reemergence of the wyrm that wielded such disdain, drenched in utmost vengeance for his kin, that he might return to their opposition. Iced gaze does naught but lower, feeling teeth clench tautly in contemplation of whom it is he now looks upon. Such delight to be had in encountering the fallen, and yet...

                                              ... were it like Nidhogg repeated,                                  just how much was shade and what man of honour was left?

     ❝ Pray tell... are you but another shade created through these captors of ours, come bearing the countenance of a dear friend long beyond the extent of our grasp? ❞

[offrost-deactivated20161006]

     The sudden brightness had proven to be enough to successfully stun the Stark for the moment.

     Though no stranger to the blinding white snow reflecting the sun’s rays, the mysterious light within this strange town are both extremely new and perplexing to the redhaired girl. Many of the sights within this place actually are a complete and utter mystery to Sansa, who can only gaze on at the scene before her with shock and awe. In a way, it feels almost unreal and rather phantasmagorical to the cloaked teen, who has never even thought to dream up of such an eccentric place.

     Yet despite all her questioning, a few very important inquiries begin to echo within Sansa’s mind. Where is this place exactly? How far is it from Winterfell? Why has she never heard of this place before?

     When will she be able to return home?

     Standing motionless as her mind buzzes about with far too many questions, a light breeze passes on through the air. Locks of auburn gently fall behind the female’s black, cloaked frame, nothing but silence passing through her chapped, pink lips. As a troubled look contorts onto Sansa’s expression, her azure optics take note of a stranger nearby…

     However, she does not move from the spot she stands within and instead, offers her attention to something in a different direction. For the time being even though she wishes to know more about this place, time and experience has taught the young woman to exercise caution in new places… And be more careful with those she decides to place her trust in. No, as odd and almost frightening as this place may be, the eldest Stark daughter decides to explore some of it on her own…

     And perhaps later she would dare to ask another for their aid.

[seraymeric]

     armoured limbs remain crossed in his stagnant stance, gilded greaves clinking lightly atop cement with each shift of his weight upon awaiting at the flickering light. Crosswalks, as those of this city seemed to hail them, something built for those with no vehicles built with the latest technology of this realm. Were he so very capable, perchance he might speed up whatever device permitted his passage before he was to rot unto death where he so patiently stands. Ah, yet it is a twist of fate which pleads him remain where he stands so, if not for the mercy of one whom seems naught but lost.

     One arm untucks itself with haste from across his chest, extending itself so she might bump gently against the makeshift blockade he has managed solely for her the sake of her own life. ❝ Forgive me. It is best if you were to keep vigilant; come my understanding, the colour of red atop the pole itself is a sign for those to await ‘ere long, ❞ an explanation proffered from his experience of his last stay amongst the citizens.

     Iced hues are keen as he observes momentarily, only for a speeding automobile to rev by them without concern for pedestrians. There is a ringing in his ears from the engine itself, a displeased look given in turn toward the actions of the belligerent driver now long passed. Thus does his arm return to his side, glancing downward toward the maiden.

     ❝ I mean not to chide you when we are but so little acquainted, however. ❞

[eniphina-old]

[seraymeric]

     now that he has officially been reapplied, take two of this muse suffering in the pits of the hive, honestly. hello! give this a like for a small starter ranging from a sentence to a small paragraph. i’ll be capping at four and will do my best to get to them over the week!

[ishgard]

All you have is your fire… And the place you need to reach -

[seraymeric]

fleurite

     Hectic, it had seemed, for the entire city at this moment in time. Ah, perhaps time was a rather inappropriate word to describe their current predicament, observing the very technology before him speed beyond imaginable levels. And, without a blink to be had, some had reversed themselves and crawled at a the pace of what seemed a snail itself. Concerning indeed for those inhabitants of the city itself, yet it is not what draws upon the focus on the male Elezen as does the radiant beauty of the flower he has finally located.

     Lips curl into an unmistakable smile at the sight indeed, only proving the relief which he feels at seeing the lady of Tyrell unharmed.

     ❝ I am glad to find you unharmed, ❞ he speaks, tone gentle as one hand shifts to take hold of her own in mirror of his tone. ❝ It would do my heart no kindness to know something had befell you. ❞

[minervakins]

      Shivers would be sent up through her back from the chilly air that surrounded her. It was indeed a time for cold weather, but yet it was still a habit for her to be in her armor and not change. Though perhaps this would be the drive to make her change into something that would be a bit more warmer dare she say. Unfortunately, there was no use in such thoughts at the current moment when a piece of her attire would be missing.

      She wouldn’t curse the wind, no, but she would give a slight displeased look about it as she looked around herself for it. ❝ Now it’s as if my head has gone ice cold, ❞ she’d mumble to herself as she proceeded to scan around the area in search of the cloth that had rested upon her head. A voice though made her halt her in her search and turn her attention to them.

      A graceful smile would appear on her face as the young woman proceeded to walk up to him to take it from his grasp. ❝ You have my thanks sir, I was wondering where it had flown off to. ❞ A soft chuckle would pass through her lips as she would tie the headband around her head yet again, making sure it was good and tight this time, before letting her hands fall back to her sides.

        ❝ Might I know your name so I may thank you properly? ❞

[seraymeric]

     His hand retracts the moment the fabric is lifted from his grasp, returned rightfully so to the woman to whom it belonged. Simple, an exchanged as this only happening due to kismet itself intervening with such a brief zephyr. And, once more does his stance straighten back to how it once was, having been bent forward barely so as to return it to her due to the vast difference in height betwixt them. ❝ It is a wonder it did not escape further with such a breeze, ❞ he replies with ease in his tone, knowing well that had it not been for his own figure standing where it was, the very item might be lost forever.

     Bright cerulean observes her as she places it back to its rightful place atop her head, noting the graceful and kindly smile which she gives. Only so few would give them back home, those of gentle demure and extravagant generosity as those brief few he could recollect. Upon her request, however, he is pulled from his thoughts as he gives a brief nod toward her.

     ❝ Ser Aymeric, though there is no need for thanks. It was merely fortune and favour that I happened upon it which guided your property back. ❞

[neferblythe]

Of all the things that she was, a Miqo’te was not one of them. However the idea that everything that she was would resemble another humanoid species was interesting. Part of her wanted to play along with this, but should an actual Miqo’te show up she would quickly be discovered. But maybe it would be possible to strike a balance between both? After all who knew if Chimera Ants would actually be welcomed in a city like this.

“Hmmm, nyow that I think about it it might be possible that I’m a Miqo’te? But I can’t seem to recall anything about Eorzea? I guess my memory must be a little hazy.”

[seraymeric]

     These words are questionable, ones that cause eyes to ease in contemplation of the matter. One of feline characteristics were known as Miqo’te since his very birth, though he could not deny the fact that perhaps they were of another name in different realms as this city provided. Arms cross as he wonders just how accurate he might have been upon his first perusal, doubting his very acclamation briefly before speaking aloud.

     ❝ I would find it difficult to believe one to forget where it is they come from. Certainly there are many questions to be had of this place. However, I would not know why your own memories would be hazed while mine remains as clear as a purified aetheryte. ❞

[idealeidole]

She couldn’t help herself at this point honestly. Once she was offered something, she could not help but take more than she deserved, even if the stand owner was trying to tell her that she needs to pay what she took. Though her nature was oblivious to this. A voice called to her and in the midst of her grand sampling, Marie lifted her head to meet a rather tall and handsome man (mind the pointy ears but details aside) warning her about something. 

“Reason…ah! Monsieur!” Her bright blue eyes began to sparkle brightly at Aymeric. She took the jar that was sampling from and held the tasty treat in front of the Lord Commander. The gesture was simple, she was trying to feed him. “Now don’t be shy, dear knight. I should have been more aware in my surroundings that you were feeling lonely not partaking in such sweets.” 

“Now, say aaah~” 

She was an oblivious queen. 

[seraymeric]

     What response is given could not have been predicted by the knight himself, having encountered one as oblivious as this Queen herself. Even now her antics are apparent at what she speaks, though he cannot help but remain firmly planted in the spot he has chosen to peruse the crowds. Arms remain crossed as he shifts his frame, leaning backward slightly so as to avoid her attempts at feeding him the technical stolen confections.

     ❝ ‘Twould seem you are mistaken, for that was not my intention nor will, ❞ his reply curt, stiffened by her act alone. Instead, he shakes his head at the item in her hand, returning icy hues to look at her fair features once more in his firm refusal to accept this peculiar gift.

     ❝ I must politely decline. ❞

[fleurite-blog]

    surprising to her is her very own reaction  to his words. she had not been expecting for her escort to be so forward with his opinions on her appearance, and yet at the same time, she had hoped for nothing less when he finally came to lay eyes on her. in her own eyes, such dreams and thoughts were childish – for blushing maidens who watched their knights from afar and giggled over the thought that their handsome champion might dote upon her with such a compliment. so far away a possibility had it seemed that she can hardly blame herself for the way her eyelashes flutter in the wake of his complimentary words. 

        and yet in the midst of her blissful astonishment, she can find enough clarity of mind to note the arm being offered towards her. slowly, as though it is a moment she does not wish to leave her memory quite so soon, she links her own arm within his. though she knows it is customary to offer an arm, to save the first dance for one’s escort, she cannot help but feel a certain pride as she claims her date’s arm.

        “ Your words do me a kindness I hardly deserve. I am truly the one who has been blessed with such a handsome escort. Perhaps even more so than usual. ”

        her eyes flicker over the crowd before them again as she listens carefully to the music echoing throughout the room. the tune is nothing like those she is accustomed to, but it is far from impossible to dance to such a song. whatever burning enthusiasm she may feel in the pit of her stomach, she tries to keep it quelled as she returns her gaze to the Elezen alongside her.

       “ You would not mind a dance, would you? ”

[seraymeric]

     The way her eyes flutter had caught his attention without a doubt, how his words affected her so with how merely straightforward they are. Even those of her reply show her surprise, albeit subtly, accompanied with a compliment of her own. While words as these were certainly not the first he had come across by some, regardless of his origin of birth in question, there is an appreciative nod in her direction in gratitude. Modesty was apparent, though he would not dishonour her words in turn to imply she merely states them for her own, perceived impressions of herself.

     ❝ There are only few who hardly deserve it, nor do I believe you are in league with them, ❞ he jests, a smile playing upon his lips at these words. One step is taken forward thereafter, having felt their arms link at long last so he might properly guide her through the crowds without hassle.

     Upon her request does the Elezen take note of the foreign rhythm that plays aloud, brows furrowing in thought of just what type of music this might be. Of which culture and standing, though naught reminds him of anything he has heard in the light of his realm. ❝ No, not in this moment. Though I must forewarn you, ❞ he begins, once more leading her astray from the side of the room before halting in a free space. His feet shift so they may face forward toward her, un-linking their arms briefly so he might take the proper position as he recalled from the various festivities he had once partaken as a representative of Ishgard.

     ❝ While I take pride in my swordplay and negotiation, there is much I need improving on come my steps at events as these. Pray mind not, if at all possible-- ❞

[fleurite-blog]

@seraymeric​.

     many words could be used to describe the woman, and so many have been – elegant, charming, beautiful, to name the more common ones. but one that has not been applied to her in recent memory was self-conscious. in spite of this, she is busying her hands by twining them between each other as she walks through the threshold into the ballroom.

        the scene before her is quite unlike any ball she has attended in the past, though that is hardly something to be frowned upon. the music is different, the decor is different, the type of people who can be found in attendance – all of it is so far removed from her knowledge of festivities such as this one. and yet this difference in atmosphere is. shockingly enough, not the cause of her suddenly uneasy nerves. 

         escorts are nothing unfamiliar to the dame; many a man has vied for the honor of being on her arm for festivals and galas alike. and though these escorts had been fun diversions during events which could grow tiresome, to say they were ever more than that would be a bold faced LIE. this case should be no different.

         ——— but though she repeats that within her thoughts, it doesn’t stop her hands from worrying over her chestnut tresses, tugging them over her shoulder and trailing through the curls as her steps slow and her gaze traces the crowd before her. ( her friend would be furious with her for messing the locks she had so carefully pinned and plaited ) part of her cannot wait to find the one who was to be her date this evening, part of her is silently anxious to be at his side – either way, her heart is beating hard against her chest. her head turns back again as her fingertips reach the ends of her curls and just when she believes she might faint or lose heart if she must stand another moment alone in anticipation, the pounding in her chest halts for the breath of a moment.

         there he stands against a wall, a head above the rest of the crowd, and the beating of her heart restarts furiously at the sight of him, as noble and gallant as a man could be. all hesitation in her thoughts is erased, and the quickening of her heartbeat seems to fuel her footsteps as she walks to his side. within moments, a grin is upon her lips and the blush of a maiden dusts over her cheeks – and it would seem that her charm has decided to abandon her in such a crucial moment, leaving her with only a smile and a simple greeting:

         “ Good evening, Ser Aymeric. ”

[seraymeric]

     Amongst the outer wall does the prideful knight of Ishgard remain, arms crossed over his chest in their usual stance whilst ice swathed hues watch ever vigilant over the participants. Never had he expected to be within the throes of a ball so soon upon his abduction, yet he could not deny the favourable means that might come of it in terms of allies and forged bonds. For someone so new, it only made the yearning for new bridges built to be done swiftly to aid further in his stay. Foolish in the eyes of many, perhaps, yet one he would willingly take hold of with little regret if meaning to accomplish much.

     Even so, it is not that he would forsake the company of the one he is to escort so in favour of many who approach to inquire of dance and drink, only politely refusing them until the proper time came. That of a blossoming flower, one ever vibrant whether it be in the rays of the sun or the beams of moonlight that shines from the blanketed heavens; one whom enters the room with as much grace as any other, soon to approach him as his figure straightens in silent greeting. By now, he is certain she has become aware of his nature in such, delving more into the conversation in greeting than simplistic hellos.

     ❝ You look stunning, as to be expected, ❞ the complement genuine as ever before, not one to say flattery without proper reasoning. ❝ ... I am not too proud to admit I have been clouded with wonderment, if not bordering on fascination, on how it is you would appear at this ball. Needless to say, I am not disappointed in the efforts made. ❞

     One step forward is all he takes before an arm lifts, bent crooked at the elbow in offering to the maiden fair to take as she desired. While not one for prancing about, it was only proper to partake in the role to a degree as he should. Never before had he had what one hailed a date to such functions as these, only accompanied by his right hand woman Lucia came times that they were to attend. Thus, he knew etiquette enough to pass any inspection of those most knowing by his own observations alone, even if they were not so refined as those whom practiced it effortlessly.

     ❝ What is it you wish to do first? I have politely declined others of my first dance, if any at all, until I shared one with the person who has accompanied me here, ❞ he speaks, unaware of the effects which seep into him from the flower that makes him most agreeable to dancing if that was what she wished of the moment. Had it not been for something so peculiar, perchance he might remain set aside for the remainder of the night.

[fleurite-blog]

“ Strange, is it not? I have known mistletoe as little more than a parasite plant, for all the more they try to mark it as having meanings to do with love and devotion. But perhaps that is just it – the plant cannot live without its other half, and thus its meaning – and by extension, the tradition – was born. ”

[seraymeric]

     ❝ Strange, I cannot say as fact, but I would say so none-the-less. I had not known about the meaning behind it, let alone if the meaning remains in tact in my own home. Regardless, it seems a notion many romanticize to tend to their own desires. If that be the case, then so be it. There is no harm in a tradition as this to continue compared to many others of the past. ❞