#faepact

[thechandraraj]

NPC I made for my current rock’n’roll DND game! Fae-bound warlock hippy guitarist idol: “Pleasure King”.

[isolaradiale]

hello! i'd like to reapp as manako mitsu, warrior of light (scholar) from final fantasy xiv! everything can be found under /app and /stats <3

Welcome back to lovely Isola Radiale, Manako!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 326!

You’ll retain everything you were given previously.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ canopus.

[sterilesteel]

          ❝   Ah— the herbalist.   ❞   AND   then, as if to assure her name wasn’t forgotten,  ❝   Miss Mitsu.   ❞  Her voice feels much sharper in such a soft place, where the light filters through dense foliage and the breeze is so gentle. Cotes Ward was definitely home to the gentler sights the island had to offer. Even so, the quiet has never settled right with her after Crimea. Silence meant an impending attack... Or that it was time to size up the casualties. 

               She shoves that train of thought to the wayside, rolling her shoulders to smooth out some of the stiffness that bunches them. She was a shy woman, this herbalist, but that’s never stopped Nightingale before.  ❝   I suppose it makes sense I would find you here. Tell me, is there anything growing nearby that you would consider useful— medically speaking ?   ❞

@faepact​  ——— s.c. 

[shadowbringcr]

            “You.” Her wickedness, her malicious delight - all of it gone the moment she has laid her eyes upon her. There was no mistaking the way the aether danced around her, the way the other could control it with complete mastery. There was only one who could perform such a feat, as well share the same pull she has felt with other Warriors of Light in the past.

            This was Azem. Not like how she was, the mere inheritor of a title and her role - this was the one who existed far before the End of Days, the one who knew the answers to her burning questions. The one who remained complete.

            A part of Lycelle wanted to reach out to her. To ask her everything. To fill in the confusing blanks that remained in her heart. But no. Not this time. Not when the mere sight of her counterpart makes her blood boil.

            “If you know everything…..despite everything….how could you still smile like so?”

@faepact​ / if you’re azem and i’m azem then who’s driving the airship

[hopeled-archive]

      “ Oh...” a gentle murmur of awe, like an echo on the breeze that is there and gone in an instant. fingertips reach out, slow in their approach as they come to a halt to hover above flowers gently swaying in the night breeze. she wants to touch them, wishes to dearly do so. but there is the dilemma: will her fingers simply pass right through them? they appear to be normal, yet they are not, for the ghost had witnessed the other before her simply create them out of thin air. it was truly a sight to behold, never seen by her in her own lifetime. but the show feels familiar. as if she knows of someone who can do something similar.

                how strange is that? a nagging feeling, it’s something gently placed to the side as her hand lowers to retreat back underneath her cape. lips curve into a small smile, gaze lifting to focus on the other.

  " I’ve never seen someone do that before. You are quite talented, miss. May I ask how you are able to do that? “ curiosity, simply. she knows she cannot do it herself, but Ritsuka has always had an insatiable curiosity for less than munande things.

@faepact​ -- event starter call.

[skysteelshot]

♔ —• Ah.. there it was again. A familiar but not quite always unwelcome twinge of pain in Morgan’s head. One that had been silent for quite some time, and so having it resurface after so long was honestly kind of surprising. He’d let out a partially amused sigh as he looked around for a brief moment to figure out where the source of it was coming from, but upon turning around immediately, he would be met face to face with someone, causing him to jump back and reel in surprise, his ears and tail standing stiff on end before offering a very awkward, but warming chuckle. 

“ .. I’m gonna assume you felt it too, huh? The ah.. presence of another one of us around. Well.. you’d be in luck and were right on the money on my behalf! Found me faster than I found you, that’s for sure.. “ Wiping his hands off, he was happy to offer the fellow Warrior of Darkness a welcoming and friendly handshake. 

“ Morgan at your service! And yes the piece on my back is in fact real and loaded and what not. “

@faepact​ 

[shadowbringcr]

☕️ ( coffee! )

Answered here!

[shadowbringcr]

“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”

protective sentence starters

            “I’m fine, I’m fine!” She’s never seen the au ra be so insistent before, especially when her first impression of Manako was of such a diminutive thing. But that has never lessened her opinion of her follow Warrior, not when she has survived the same things she had. Neither would this incident, although Lycelle has never been used to being looked after with such aggressiveness.

            Really, mayhaps the elezen was the one not living to their title here. A Warrior of Light that has survived many trials and felled many foes, shrinking at the slightest indication of someone else’s concern.

            “It’ll take more than that to scare me. This armor isn’t just for show, you know?”