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 Drifting in and out of consciousness. In and out. Over and over. After some time, he stopped trying to decipher what was real and what wasn’t. Forced, over and over, into visions of the lives of others. Their emotions bleeding into his. His own past, fractured into pieces. All the people he had loved and lost. It was hard to remember which were his and which were the countless prisoners they forced him into the minds of. His visions were impossible to control, so they tried increasingly intrusive methods to trigger it. Until they almost sucked him dry of aether. It hurt. And when he didn’t obey, it was just like at the prison camp. The abuses they all suffered bled into his mind. That fear, that despair... All his now. 

  When the people in vaguely familiar uniforms stormed the facility, he had just finished a session. He barely had any energy as he laid among the corpses of those they ripped the aether from. A part of him that hadn’t been destroyed kicked to life. His heart raced and a single thought spun in his mind.’I’m not dead...! Please... Save me..!’ How many times had he dreamed of rescue? Of mercy? A trembling, bruised hand reaches weakly for the people in uniform. His body is drained. Pushed to the limit. No words can manage to leave his throat. Just a whimper. He has little hope they will see him or that this is not simply a hallucination. He has survived this by the Imperials pumping him full of the aether of others to keep him alive, but he is drained. Barely clinging to awareness. His darkened and blurry vision allows little in terms of truly seeing, all he knows is that he heard sounds of battle and that he sees people not in the usual uniforms. 

 “He...l...p....” It is less than a whisper. A scratchy whimper, barely audible. His trembling hand reaching for whoever is closest. A person, maybe a woman, not in the uniform really. He can’t make out many details, as strained as his vision is. “....pl...eas...e...” His vision goes black for a moment, his hand crashed to the ground. Would he be just another body in this damned place...? His vision returns, still too dark and blurry. He’s fighting so hard to stay awake. 

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@dreadwyrmtrance​ has inquired:❛  Honest people don’t hide their deeds. ❜ wuthering heights //  accepting.

Much like a curious beast, Karigan tilts her head and eyes the vaunted champion of Hydaelyn with a curious gaze. There is a flicker of emotion behind her exposed eye before her lips curl into a mocking simper. 

── “ Perhaps there’s been a misunderstanding, ” Words escape her lips as a purr as the sky pirate takes a step closer to the eikon slayer. “ I never claimed to be honest. And, if I may... Surreptitious acts are not avoidable, don’t you think? You would know. Anyone would. ” Karigan does not advance further and instead, exhales a sigh before retreating from Thyra with slumped shoulders. This was the problem with the heroic types. They seem to love accusing those who stray from the beaten path trying to find their way of battling with their own demons.

JUST WHO HAD THE RIGHT TO BE JUDGE, JURY AND EXECUTIONER ? 

It matters not, Karigan had learned and concluded. The world would spin and continue to do so until the end of time. There was no stop to suffering or hate. As there would be no stop to happiness or love. 

“ But I will tell you one thing, oh warrior of light: I am not ashamed of what I’ve done. It is a badge that I will wear and a weight I will carry to the depths of hell. ” Karigan says simply, her gaze never leaving the summoner as she regards the other’s reaction. Not that the pirate herself was proud of her own actions. She had merely resigned herself to the path she walked. Better a heartless beast THAN A CRUEL GOD.

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starter. | @dreadwyrmtrance​!

            “ I hear you’re a peddler of certain goods, “ ‘twas quite some time since she has last stepped in dravania; to visit her aging father. however, the few instances were of grave importance that, she could not find the chance to visit at the time. she felt guilty, && mayhap sending her parent a few specialized gifts would compensate for it.

             “ may I browse upon your wares? “

[morngohl]

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Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

I must say I’m most curious about how their friendship would be hahaha. Let’s bring them plots to life!! Anis is all Au Ra apologist, so this shall be interesting hahaha.

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@dreadwyrmtrance​ | one-liner!

             “ sometimes, I wish things could have been different. “

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i deleted the meme cause im a dummy. | @dreadwyrmtrance​

              a future is never set in stone, nor can anyone ever choose your future for you. the choices one makes everyday can easily shape what lies ahead, it can either affect you greatly, or poorly. it’s unknown to her whether her own future, where she’s at now, was shaped by her own decisions, or simply preordained by some higher deity whom choose her to be her Savior. perhaps it’s unlikely, but it wasn’t unheard of. 

               it was her own, personal choice to travel to Eorzea from the cold, mountainous region of Dravania, an aspiring Scholar-turned-Adventurer to help those in need, as the realm was still suffering from the scars of Dalamud && the Empire, then she met the Scions, && the next she knew she’s a Dragon-Slayer, && a liberator of two countries. if someone were to tell her as a teen, that she was to become an Eikon-Slayer, she would have more than likely found it comical.

                “ the future still holds so much promise, yet still shrouded in mystery. you shape your own future by the choices you make, and those around you. “ gloved digit taps against the side of her chin. “ hmph, there are times where I wish I can change my past, however.. “

[deuslore-a]

@dreadwyrmtrance​   asked   :    ❛ If you know someone’s fear, you know them. ❜

          “   ...   maybe   ?   i mean...   wouldn’t knowing what somebody hoped for   -   or loved,   be more useful   ?    “   she questioned,   half   -   innocent smile came to her features.    lunetta did not argue to be difficult,   only because she had always believed that knowing someone’s dreams were more important   !   she had always been a gentle thorn within the other’s side,   where she tried to keep order   -   lunetta always seemed to undo there efforts.   though they were unintentional   (   she promised   !   ).   

“   do you know many people’s fears   ?   or are you just being poetic,   thyra   ?   “   she would tease,   the smile she wore would be evident enough to the other of this fact.   “   do you know mine   ?   “

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@dreadwyrmtrance.    //    starter call.    (  accepting  )

               𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲,  𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.  she was no miqo’te,  nor did she ever wish to be,  but it was simpler to use glamoring magicks,  of her own innate nature,  to coalesce her tails into one,  and the people of hydaelyn were none the wiser.  the sight of her glorious nine tails would raise questions that she did not care to answer.  ahri basked beneath the warm light of attention,  but to be scrutinized,  watched and observed,  and toyed with as if under a microscopic lens  ?  where was the fun to be found in that  ?

she’s heard of this great warrior of light,  their tales of grandeur of their escapades and great feats across the realm,  and she always just wondered what it was like,  to live in their shoes,  if there was any peace or privacy to be had in the life of the world’s most foremost warrior.  ahri glimpsed the woman across the room,  her glistening,  amber eyes fixated upon her form  ----  it was her  !  ahri was nothing if not a bold woman who knew almost no bounds.  she approached with a sway of her hips,  a glimmer of shining wonder in her eyes as she took a seat beside her.

her tail came to curl around her own waist,  if only to keep it from dragging along the ground.  arms upon the counter,  she propped her chin in a soft hand and peered up at the other with a bat of her eyelashes.    “    you stand out,    ”    ahri began in a gentle murmur.  with a pause,  her index finger of her free hand began to draw circles upon the counter.    “    it makes me wonder if i would,  too,  if i lived as honestly as the warrior of light.    ”