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…Me? Draw angst? Again?
…Yeah, I had to muse said so and wouldn’t leave me alone till I did.
Anyway, STORY TIME!
These are two Final Fantasy XIV OCs. Little Blonde White Mage (Cynewil), belongs to my Girlfriend, and the Elezen holding him (Audrant) is mine. Audrant was raised by the Ascians when he was a child after escaping from Imperial lands and Possessing of the Echo. I’m not fully sure on Cynewil’s backstory I’ll get more from GF later.
Anyway, at some point these two cross paths, and slowly fall in love cause we are dumb and couldn’t stop ourselves from the ship again. This scene takes place a long while from that moment. Cynewil gets put into a rather traumatic situation, and Audrant doesn’t get wind of it until it is almost too late to save the little guy. Lucky for both of them, he does rescue Cynewil and takes him to the Ascian’s realm not knowing exactly where else to go.
We’ve got a lot of headcanoned/made up lore for our Ascian characters that we are well aware isn’t canon and have little care for it since most of the time our fic writing is heavily AU and us just playing in the world with the framework given.
But yeah, that’s pretty much all I’ve got for these two so I don’t end up with too mangled a description. :)
CW on this one for character death and implied/referenced child expirimentation.
“AUDRANT GO! GET AWAY FROM HERE!” His mother shouted as she and her beloved stood between her boy and the man who had brought so much torment to him. He froze but for a moment, surprised by this act, before turning to get away as he was told. Until he heard the head scientist speak.
“If you won't behave, then-”
The lead scientist's voice trailed off as two perfect shots from his gun struck Audrant's mothers. For but a moment all he could do was stare in shock. Violet eyes wide with complete and utter horror. They were gone. The last family he had. Gone. Something broke in him then, eyes glowing with energy as lightning began to crackle around him. The scientist had made his last, crucial mistake, and Audrant was about to make that more than clear to him.
“You killed them!” The boy shouted in pure agony and outrage. ‘I will never behave for you, never obey you! Not after that!”
The lightning coursing around him grew stronger and stronger as it shifted into a full-fledged indoor storm. There was no care for control now, only destroying everything, including the man who did this. Who started this all. The storm grew more and more until the biggest possible bolt of lightning flared and struck the research facility. The lab itself was in flames and explosions rang out as much of the tech was overloaded. The only living thing remaining in the flaming wreckage was Audrant's small, weakened form struggling to move away. His whole body felt drained of all aether. Of all energy. He was sure he'd never escape before others in the castrum came to investigate.
Until a golden clawed hand reached out to him.
“Come with me, I can aid you.”
The boy looked up to see a figure in a white oak with purple and gold accents with a bright red mask on his face looking back. His words seemed… sincere. But Audrant could hardly believe him. His trust in strangers was gone at this point. Trust in general was gone.
“Just a little test, nothing to worry about,” the aetherologist had said as she was taking her samples and giving him a check over.
“This shouldn't hurt too greatly, and it will be over soon enough,” one of the scientists had said before a storm of lightning and pain had coursed through him.
“I will always protect you,” his mother had said as she held him close one night through his tears.
There were sounds of people approaching however. It was now or never to make a choice. Audrant couldn't move, couldn't run, and his body was still crackling with the lightning that had destroyed this place. They'd know what he had done, and a disobedient, destructive science experiment probably wouldn't live long. That was what his mothers had been trying to do. Give him a chance to live. And this might be the only way to take it.
Either that, or he'd be trading one hell for another.
Audrant looked to the figure with the most defiant expression he could manage. As if to make it clear that if he faced any harm like here, much would be the same.
As if it could be. No way was another burst like that going to spring forth so soon. If ever.
The noises were growing louder. No time to waste. Now or never.
Audrant took the strange cloaked one’s extended hand and in that moment a black and purple portal appeared, carrying them both away from that site. They’d never know he was still alive and safe. The research was all destroyed in the strike. A small victory, just for now.
