#areasoningelezen

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There was a very heavy sigh as Gaelle shifted her bag, lifting up her fist at the door. Seemingly worried for a few moments before actually knocking on the door and opening it slowly. "Demi... you got a minute... or ten?"

She shut her book the moment she heard the knock, but half a moment of silence passed between the two women before Demi said anything.  Half a moment to try and parse Gaelle’s tone and posture, and to brace herself for what sounded like bad news on the horizon.

“Yeah, always, s’up?”

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I ship Demi with Gaelle.

(I do too, and don’t worry anon they’ll be back soon ;D)

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There’s a hyur dramatically sprawled on the floor, moaning about being “flattened”.  Nobody really knows what she’s talking about, but it’s probably best to let her be dramatic in peace.

[skyward-adventurer-blog]

/greet areasoningelezen

Gridania was the only place one would have to climb very high in the trees to take a break.  If the fiends below did not kill you, it would have to be the beast tribesmen and poachers.  And right now?

Aori was done dealing with her Garuda-Egi’s snark.  She had to put up with her cackling as her chocobo crashed into trees on accident while running from treant-looking fiends.

“You’re dismissed,” she said, glaring up at the smaller version of Garuda.

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“Amusin’ for you.”

[roguishbard]

✎

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Gaelle/Demi, for shits and giggles

NOTP || Just no || Meh || Neutral || Good Potential || Ship it || OTP || JUST FUCK ALREADY

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♣

♣ - a fading memory

Night was the only time he could remember them.

Pale sunlight drifted into the once dark room, and danced across the sleeping mage’s eyes.  He frowned and shifted, away from the cruel sun and its light that burned away dreams and memories alike.  Just a few more moments, that was all he asked, just a few more with the people he’d never known.

It was his father who showed him how to wield a staff, and he remembered the man whooping with pride the first time he cast a light spell.  He heard his mother laughing at her boys, then calling them inside for lunch.  If he concentrated, he could almost see their faces.  Oh, how desperately he wanted to see his parents’ faces...

The sun passed over him again, and his eyes snapped open.  He lifted a hand to his cheek, and blinked when he found it damp.  Then, the tears started for real, and in earliest moments of dawn, he sobbed the broken, silent sobs of a little boy who couldn’t bring himself to stop.

“Please...don’t go...”