You can have a snippet of this Fandaniel x WoL x Zenos WiP I'm working on~ ♥️
FFXIV Endwalker Spoilers Under the Cut
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The air is cold, then warm. Noise comes and goes, drifting in and out of focus. You wake slowly despite the waves of sleep threatening to pull you under and claim you again. Your body feels heavy, drained of energy; weak.
You lift your eyelids with some effort, a low groan spilling from your lips. A deathly pale face leans over you, body looming and stare piercing. Dark eyes boring into you that gleamed green as the flickering light caught them.
"Oh, dear," a familiar voice coos, and you feel the touch of a hand on your face that is tipped with a sharp claw, fingers grasping your jaw far from gently. "You wake too soon, my little plaything. The preparations are not complete. Are you so eager to play with us, hmm?"
Your tongue feels thick in your mouth, your eyes blinking blearily as you slur out his name, "Fandaniel."
Lips pale of color curl up into a wicked grin that flashed pearly teeth. A sharpness to them that was unnatural. "Yes, my little doll?"
Your eyes roll in your sockets, searching the room you found yourself in. Your body is stuck still as you try to move, and looking down your chest gives you the answer for it. You were strapped to a table. Did they mean to experiment on you? Your heart drops, filling up with the heaviness of nausea and dread. Why do so? He had you at his mercy, he could have killed you. Why didn't he?
You try to speak, but your voice only comes out as a whisper. Fandaniel hums, leaning closer to you with a hand to his ear, the gloomy purple of his hood pushed back to reveal the mussed dark, glossy strands of Asahi's hair. The bastard was far too pretty for being such a conniving little rat. He probably used that face of his to his advantage plenty of times.
"What is it? Ascian got your tongue?" He hoots a laugh to himself, slapping at the table as though he thought himself truly hilarious. "Not yet, not yet! No, no, no," he wags his finger at you. "I had intended—so very magnanimously, might I add—to let you sleep through this part. But you do so enjoy foiling my plans, do you not?"
He wags his finger in your face, tutting, "Naughty, naughty hero!" He taps at your nose with his clawed pointer finger, and giggles out a soft, "boop!"
Your nose scrunches up, your face twisting up in a snarl. A baring of teeth ready to snap at the next finger that comes near your face.
"Ahaha… You look furious. Ohhh, this is such fun. I do adore having you at my mercy, hero. Or is it that this body enjoys it…?" The Ascian tilts his head thoughtfully as he pressed his clawed hand to his vessel's chest and drags it downward over his abdomen.
"Oh, yesss. That must be it. The sadistic stirring of this vessel's... appetites. What was his name again?"
Your mouth parts, your voice croaking as the answer, "Asahi," rasps past your lips.
Fandaniel brightens, looking far too amused. "That's right! Well, that is one person who cared to remember him. I suppose he did not die alone and forgotten, after all. Though he must loathe entirely that his most hated enemy was the one to remember him, and not his most radiant Lord Zenos! Much as you yourself must now loathe as I tell you of the lust this body feels for you. The hatred is visceral, oh yes, but ahh… he desired you almost as intensely as he did his lord Zenos. Is it not funny?" The Ascian gives a manic giggle. "I can access his memories, you know. Ugh, the filthy things that this repulsive brain of his imagined," the Ascian taps a claw to his temple, face contorting in disgust. "Perhaps best you do not know all the dirty details, hmm? Unless you are… curious?" His voice pitches low, darkness and danger oozing from him black as shadow.
You swallow against the dryness of your throat. Wondering if you could stall him for time. To think of a plan, to wait for a moment to catch him unawares, anything but sit and wait as the time trickled away for what might be your encroaching doom. "...What sort of things?"
You were not mistaken before, those coal black eyes do indeed glow green. Wicked and glittering with the same evil delight that comes across through the stretching of his smile. The corners of his mouth curled almost cat-like, and you were the mouse he would play with before inevitably devouring.
