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Assorted Storms: Chapter 14 - Ropes
After the chaos of the Kugane Chase, Arashi can't make heads nor tails of how to tie the right knots.
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Wheels of Radiance - Turali Grand Prix: Chapter 97 - Breaking
New chapter! Alisaie reports in. Wuk Lamat charges in. Arashi breaks in.
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A difference of opinion.
head in hands. i was rereading some of the stormblood sidestories. it just hit me that "the weight of a name" in tales from the storm has lyse (still posing as yda) stay behind to fight a bunch of imperials after sending m'naago away to save a little girl
and then i remembered that in "set with the sun" in tales from the twilight, the original yda stays behind to lure all the imperials to her so that a young fordola can escape
sHAKILY TAKES A DRAG OUT OF A CIGARETTE
the fact that the one who tells lyse about how imperials will use children as bait to lure out the rebellion is papalymo, who was fully aware of what yda planned to do. the fact that fordola as a child was used as bait, because imperials noticed her friendship with a member of the rebellion and decided to follow her in secret
it's also heartbreaking for me bc it keeps going with m'naago and fordola
cause in "the weight of a name," m'naago's solution to having a crying child and a wounded soldier is to either stay with lyse and fight the incoming imperials (ignoring that the child could be hurt during the fight) or flee together (abandoning the wounded soldier bc they cant carry him back). it's a fun moment that characterizes m'naago as someone pragmatic, who would prioritize able bodied soldiers for the rebellion on instinct after years of fighting on the losing end, but who also realizes that this would mean abandoning the people she's fighting for, the moment that lyse tells her the consequences of these options. and then, in "set with the sun," we see fordola filling the role of that child. she is the child that, logically, is not worth fighting for. shes an afterthought. fordola herself acknowledges this. yda could've easily escaped if it weren't for her. that shes too weak to help, and in her situation as someone who was abandoned by both ala mighans and imperials, she can't even ask anyone for help
i don't ever remember stormblood msq acknowledging these moments, and with "set with the sun" coming from tales of the twilight it makes sense it was written after everything with stormblood was over. but god. can you fucking imagine?
can you fucking imagine fordola taking a single good look at lyse and immediately understanding that this is the little girl yda was talking about in her last words to papalymo. that she herself is the reason a young girl had to grow up without her big sister. that yda chose to die for her rather than to live with lyse. do you think this eats her from inside out, specially after that other sidestory with arenvald, "the first step." shows that fordola instantly knew one of the men in her party was a father. and that she saved him for that very same reason, so that a little girl could grow up with a father
Maintenance.
"Come on, girl! What's gone wrong with you this time?"
Storm's Blood - WoLyse Week: Day 7 - Free
After her battle with the wandering monk, Lyse returns home riding the high of battle. Her sleepless wife is… less than impressed.
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Atlas.
Storm's Blood - WoLyse Week: Day 6 - Storm
Lyse never used to fear the storm. Then she watched her wife be struck with the mother of all levin strikes.
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i am your lover, smitten, straining your tea
prompt: tea/coffee
word count: ~950
happy wolyse week <3 i was hoping to write a much longer piece for the week, and i probably still will! but i don't think i'll finish in time... but i also had an idea for the prompt tea/coffee, so i ran to write something short and sweet.
i don't have bsky, but ty to wordybird.bsky.social for hosting!
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Bearing the heat in Gyr Abania proves to be a challenge, even for Haldswys.
Her experience in growing up first on a tropical island and then working around the harbors dotting La Noscea's coast doesn't give her much aide. Wet, humid heat she can handle — and even enjoys! The heat around Ala Mhigo is both heavy and dry, the unforgiving inferno of a well tended oven. Like most mornings, Haldswys wakes to a mouth tacky with dried saliva and a film of sweat on her forehead and the top of her chest.
Lyse is still in bed. She turns one way then rolls back just as quickly, restless and likely close to waking. For a moment Haldswys considers pulling Lyse into her arms so she can wake her beloved with gentle kisses to her neck and shoulders. Tempting, but the idea of pressing their too warm bodies together makes Haldswys squirm in distaste. She settles for sneaking away from the bed to start their breakfast.
By the time Lyse emerges from their bedroom with her thinnest robe wrapped around her, Haldswys is setting down the pot of tea in the middle of their kitchen table cramped with dishes.
"Oh you're a sweetheart," Lyse moans in appreciation as she nears. "I'm starved."
Haldswys smiles and meets Lyse's upturned face for a kiss. Her hand drifts to slide across Lyse's hip to her bottom for an indulgent palm full. Lyse steals a pinch of Haldswys's ass, lightning fast, before they part.
They take their seats, knees knocking against each other under the table. Haldswys set out a veritable spread for them to choose from: thinly sliced cucumber and quartered tomatoes sprinkled with salt, a small selection of fresh cheeses and olives, both green and black, a plate of golden bread rolls crusted with sesame seeds, little jars of fruit jam and honey. Slivers of green melon glistening with condensation, a small bunch of fat red grapes. The only thing Haldswys made herself is the pan of eggs and beef sausages sliced into thick coins. It's a simple dish, which suits them both fine. Haldswys isn't unskilled in the way of cooking, but she bears little joy for it.
Haldswys piles her plate with a portion of eggs and sausage, fruit and bread. She leaves the wedge of goat cheese that Lyse likes the best and puts another helping of melon on Lyse's plate when Lyse only takes one slice.
"I'm always surprised you enjoy drinking hot tea with weather like this." Haldswys says as Lyse fills her glass, then Haldswys's. "The sun's barely up and it's already stiffling."
"Hot tea to keep against hot weather," Lyse says simply as she dollops a spoonful of honey into Haldswys's glass. "That's what Papalymo always said, at least."
Haldswys doesn't know if she agrees, but to hear Lyse speak at all about Papalymo is a rarity, so she says nothing. She tucks this little scrap about their fallen friend away with the rest of her paltry knowledge of the Lalafell. That she never tried harder to know the fellow Scion still smarts as one of her many regrets.
"It just feels right, you know? Even on the hottest morning I don't feel right without a hot drink to start the day," Lyse's eyelashes flutter as she takes her first sip. Haldswys admires the faint smile that blooms. "But you don't have to drink it with me if you're overheated. I wouldn't be mad if you wanted to have cold juice instead."
"It's fine," Haldswys takes her own glass carefully — a beautiful glass with delicate gold filigree along the rim, but no handle — and brings it to her mouth. It's perfectly sweet, exactly as she likes it. "I like sharing a pot of tea with you. It's an important part of my morning now too."
Lyse blushes, a sweet rose coloring her brown skin. She smiles, a little shy and very pleased. It warms Haldswys with syrupy satisfaction to see such delight radiate from Lyse. Whether it's finding the juiciest and best fruits in the market or offering Lyse genuine truths from her heart, inspiring joy in Lyse is one of her favorite parts of loving her. Lyse's joy feels as close to her as her own. To see her happy is to know that same happiness in herself.
Under the table Lyse hooks her ankle around Haldswys's, very fond and affectionate.
"I swear you'll make my teeth rot one of these days with how good you are," Lyse sweeps up a torn piece of bread through the golden oil pooling at the bottom of the eggs. "I wanna do something nice for you too since you made us such a nice breakfast. How about I brew us some mint tea and chill it in the ice box to have in the evening? And!" Lyse points a finger at her, suddenly stern. "I'll clean up after breakfast so you can take first shower."
"I don't mind helping," Haldswys protests. "I can at least dry dishes."
"You may not mind helping, but I do," Lyse says. There's little room for argument in her tone, all Commander Hext now. "Do you understand?"
Haldswys tips her chin down in surrender, a smile curving her lips.
They settle into pleasant conversation about their plans for the day, picking at food until they drain the pot of its tea. It is a perfectly lazy morning, the light streaming in from their window warming from rosy to pale gold. The day awaits, with its pressing heat and its crowded markets and their list of errands, and Haldswys finds herself considering making them another pot of tea.
Anything to hang this shared morning in time a little longer, keep it like a held breath.
Storm's Blood - WoLyse Week: Day 5 - The End
Lyse thinks she's run out of stories to tell about her old life with the Warrior of Light. Yotsuyu disagrees.
Storm's Blood - WoLyse Week: Day 4 - Tea
The only thing worse than a rowdy party is a rowdy party-goer. And poor Papalymo has to deal with both...
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Buckets of fun.
Storm's Blood - WoLyse Week 2026: Day 3 - Home
Tragedy has been averted thanks to Lyse's timely efforts. But in the cold light of day, she must now contend with uncomfortable truths.
"This is amazing! Hey, how much faster can we go?" "LYSE LOOK OUT YOU'RE GOING RIGHT OVER THE-"
This would prove to be Arashi's first and last ride with her girlfriend. Much to Lyse's disappointment.
A little bonus WoLyse for this blessed week.
Rotating her in my mind
Storm's Blood - WoLyse Week 2026: Day 2 - Sea
In a far-off time and place, the Wheels of Thunder polycule finally have a moment to breathe. But for Lyse, that comes with its own problems to work through.
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Storm's Blood - WoLyse Week 2026: Day 1 - Peaks
Returning from Tural for the first time means a bit of catching up needs doing. Both for the salt-stained traveller and her desk-bound wife.
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