#fallen-witch

[thedarkestdragonknight]

Lina wasn't certain where to deliver this letter to, so she entrusted it to the moogles. Inside the envelope a letter as well as a handful of shiny trinkets. The letter read, "Jacques, I know I'm not in a position to be asking anything of you, since we don't know each other very well. Even so, I know how fond you are of the dragons in Anyx Trine. I have to go away for a while, and I don't want Sleipnir to get lonely. Will you check on him from time to time? Don't give him sugar. Love, Lina."

The letter had found its way to him easily enough... and while Jacques was never that fond of the Moogles to begin with, usually whenever one came knocking it meant something was needed. His eyes squinted ever so slightly as the poor thing seemed to be utterly exhausted, how long had it been trying to find him if it was huffing and puffing for breath? 

A low sigh came from the Au Ra before he carefully took the letter that the furry little creature had brought him and he dismissed it so it could go rest. This wasn’t a letter from anyone that normally sent him things and now he was curious... slitting open the top with a claw he found the trinkets inside to be... strange at first but then once he took the letter out and began to read, well it made sense. Somewhat.

Mix colored eyes scanned over the writing and he had to go over it several times just to make sure he’d read it correctly. While he hadn’t known Lina for long, she was a comforting presence whenever he did see her. Especially whenever he happened to be out near Anyx Trine... her bubbly personality always seemed to bring a smile to his face and cheer him up in the worst of times. 

His tail twitched as he tried to figure out just why she had sent this to him... this wasn’t normal for her. Even if he didn’t know her for long he knew her personality and this... this wasn’t right, something was off and he was feeling that worry beginning to pool in his gut. Another twitch of the tail came and he grimaced ever so slightly before finally settling on going to the place in question. Perhaps she was still there?

Teleporting was never fun but given how urgent things seemed the Au Ra didn’t seem to care. Once there, the man was scaling up towards the top... keeping an eye out in case Lina could potentially be there, but he wasn’t going to find anything. A frown crossed his features as he walked out onto one of the large platforms and he stood near a Wyvern that was resting nearby... the Dragons always seemed to enjoy his company so why not spend a moment with one while he tried to wrap his mind around this letter.

Nothing was right about it... why would Lina send this to him and give him the thought that... she wasn’t coming back? His lips curled into a grimace as he once again read the parchment over repeatedly... not even realizing that he suddenly had a familiar little whelp landing on his shoulder until the thing had chirped at him which caused him to jump ever so slightly... “....... I hope she comes back...” he muttered out as he carefully brought a hand up to rest on Sleipnir’s back “For you and for everyone else that will miss her...”

[voidiots]

“I don’t need your compassion." Lina scribbles the words into her notebook as large as she can before pointedly showing it to Una'to from several feet away.

Una’to sighed, it was the first time he had seen her since receiving that horrifying note and he had opened his arms up for a hug out of habit before seeing the words scrawled out on her notebook. Something must of happened and the worry showed clearly on his face. She looked different and certainly he could feel his blood in his veins attempting to sing and worsen.

“Lina, please. You’re one of the few people I actually like and despite my warnings became friends with me. More and more it seems I’m falling to my curse, so while I am still myself, please... Let me worry over you, and if needed cry with you”. A sad smile dances on his face. What happened to her? Would he have been able to help her? He didn’t think so. He wasn’t even sure if circus tricks would help her even a little bit today. Standing there arms spread wide still, as if still expecting her surprise hugs. “Can we at least converse otherwise. That way I’ll know why this happened. Perhaps my curious nature is a worse curse than the one my family saddled me with truly”.

Thank you for the Lina prompt as well @fallen-witch!

[waywardtravelerxiv]

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

The jet black fur and mane of a massive Hrothgar fluttered wildly in the cold winds of the Damir pass, his cloak blowing wildly behind him as he trekked up towards his mountain home. It was a gorgeous night on the pass, the skies full of the stars and an aurora giving the Hrothgar plenty of light to continue his night trek. He would have taken the night to rest, but he was close to making a two moon time with how little he carried up the mountain with him; Carrying only an axe, bag of tools, and a wide fur covered piece of lumber on his back that was clipped tightly to his harness. He saw the light ahead, the brazier of Drazen, the beacon to all those who would enter Elysch. He was home, with a record time for himself and any tribe members as well!

He stopped at the brazier, taking a moment to warm his hands before being greeted by the Watcher. "Mojmir, you return. In record time as always." The snow white Hrothgar's deep and guttural voice sliced through the air loudly, his shorter stature betraying how commanding the Gunblade wielding sentinel truly was. "You doubt me each time, Sambor." The large Hrothgar, known as Mojmir gave a subtle smile and nod to the sentinel as he continued onwards into his home, receiving a grunt as the sentinel continued his watch.

Elysch was not lively this time of night, very few of his tribe chosen to guard the village during each moon. This led to peaceful nights where the only sounds that reached this high being the winds and crackling of fires inside the few smaller homes that surrounded the Hall of the Queen; The crunching of snow broke his musing and the silence, his eyes darting to the source. "Father!" A small but almost mirror image of Mojmir trudged through the snow up towards him. "Ach, Desimir! What are you doing up?" He scolded down towards the young Hrothgar approaching him, closing the gap towards his son, scooping him up into his arms. "Has Sambor been telling you the stories again?"

No older than ten years old, Desimir Amira reached up to hug his father, shaking his head. "No!" He rubbed his small face into his father's chest, looking up to his face. " I missed you." He didn't try to lie to his father at all, he never could fool him or any of the elders, so he had learned to tell the truth with them. Mojmir shook his head slowly with a sigh, rubbing at Desimir's short mane as he placed him down before him.

"I cannot be mad at you, my son. But you cannot believe everything Sambor tells you, the moon watch is not as wonderful as he weaves his tale." He reaches around and undoes the harness ties from his harness, pulling the piece of covered lumber from his back; He carefully undoes the ties to unwrap the cloth and furs from it, he pulls forth from the makeshift sack a sled big enough for his growing son. "Since you are here and awake, this is for you." He places it down into the snow, sliding it ever so gently over the snow.

Desimir's ears shot up in surprise and tail begins to swing wildly from side to side as he looks from his father to the sled. He could not contain any bit of his excitement as he the sled up, holding it up above his head as he looked around. "I can go? Now?" He jumped a bit in the snow up and down, looking up at his father in glee. Mojmir smiled down to Desimir with a nod, waving his hand. "Let us go up towards the springs, that is safest." He motioned for them to move up the mountain a small bit to the caves.

The night passed on slowly for Desimir, crashing into rocks and falling off the sled throughout the night with his father; It hurt and he felt silly but he didn't care; He laughed through all the blunders and falls, and so did his father, and this made all the bruises worth sharing this happy moment.

(( also asked by @illia-ast and @yokasaris !!))

[voidiots]

❛ there’s no such thing as too much champagne , though your head would try and tell you otherwise tomorrow ❜

Una’to hummed in thought as he listened to Lina, a rare frown on his features hearing this, a knot in his stomach and a cold weight in his heart. He had seen the effects too much alcohol could have on a person after all. Quite personally in fact.

“Lina my dear, wherever did you learn this? There is always too much of most substances. The different between many a medicine and poison is merely the dosage after all. Perhaps I’m not one to talk though,” he says with a small sly smile. After all, one of his habits is to dose himself with poisons to build immunity to them. Though with how his curse is progressing he wonders if they would even work in larger doses to kill him anymore. His body was much more resilient to many things, and if anything he would think a large does would likely make him sleep. The curiosity is nearly overwhelming despite the implications.

Thank you for the prompt @fallen-witch! Una’to is having terrible ideas, but what’s new?

[voidiots]

You're great and have such interesting character concepts. I love the interactions between Lina and Una'to so much. They're always a lot of fun.

ooc: Awe heck, you’re great too you rules breaker you! I absolutely adore Una’to and Lina interactions, all the more because she has become a sister figure to him. Despite his initial reaction of trying to keep her at bay. The interactions they have tend to be cathartic or just horribly funny. Una’to will never forget the cabbage crimes of 2k19. Never. Thank you for this @fallen-witch, you are amazing and I’m so glad to have Una’to and Lina interacting, always.

[voidiots]

I licked it, so it’s mine.

They had been chatting idly again. Una’to had missed it and only hoped that she  would still stick around and come to visit him despite his curse. It wasn’t like it was getting any better when staying away from others either.

Though as Una’to looked around them curiously. He recoils as he feels a cold shock down his spine at the wet contact. Slapping a hand to his cheek he looks to Lina confused. Before reading her sign. The words reading “I licked it, so it’s mine”. His confusion only becoming more apparent.

“Lina, I’m not too sure why you licked my cheek... How am I yours now? Or just that cheek? May I ask for some clarification perhaps as to why you licked me and in what way that makes me yours? I must admit I’m confused”.

Thank you for the ask @fallen-witch! Just... confuse him to no end more over here.

[voidiots]

A small envelope was left in Una'to's usual spot, his name scrawled across the front in neat script. Inside, there was a letter and a slew of hunt seals. The letter was short, reading, "Una'to, I'm sorry, but I won't be able to come play with you anymore. My curse got worse. I'll only make you sick if I come to visit. I'll miss you, Lina"

Gingerly he reads over the letter. Again. Again. Again. Again. It was the worst miracle that he had found it. The reality hit him slowly. Instead of sitting in the alley he tucked the letter away in the folds of his robes, making his way towards one of the exits. He wished he didn’t get attached to her. At least she was alive, but he would miss seeing her and bothering her endlessly. Maybe it was the best for both of them. 

Slowly, he makes his way out of town his mind festering with dark thoughts. He suddenly felt tired, but he what did he care. It felt like a life time before he got to his apartment. With a sigh he toes off his shoes and takes off his mask, leaving it on the desk and placing the letter next to it, before tumbling into his coffin next to the door. He just kept staring at the letter on his desk, a dull pain throbbing in chest. His face started to feel wet, a stream of tears starting to work their way down his face. It almost felt like losing Kiri and Kana in a way again. Soon enough he falls into his dreams, talking to his younger self about Lina. Hoping his younger self in the dreams could take the pain, if not all the memories away. But he couldn’t.

[of-sea-and-forest]

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