🐉- A memory that gets them thinking (For Faust and Zehta'ra)
“A... memory that gets me thinking...” the young halfbreed frowned as he tilted his head back and forth. There was one that often came to the front of his mind... one that he always hated... “I... can think of one...” he sighed as he closed his eyes, humming softly to himself as his head tilted back and forth “It was just after my fourteenth birthday, someone who was no secret friend to me had sent a gift to the house. For me obviously, they cared about me enough to brave going through that bastard that I dare to call a father. Thankfully it was Jannequinard who brought it to me but it didn’t take long for the bastard to find out.” a scoff escaped Faust as he tapped his cheek some “I had been changing into the ‘dress’ when the asshole came in to make sure I, in his words, wasn’t causing trouble... honestly it was always an excuse to find me to beat my damn head in because he despises me so.” the halfbreed opened his eyes as a smirk formed over his feature “Though the look on his face was priceless, seeing me dolled up in clothes only fit for those of the High Houses... you could practically see him boiling with anger. Bastard told me that I had no end of bringing shame to the name of House Durendaire, that I was hellbent on tearing it down because of his one stupid mistake.” that smirk carefully formed into a frown however “And then he beat the shite out of me... he hated that not only was I wearing a High House dress but he hated more the fact that it was the colors of Durendaire. I never saw that thing again after that...” shaking his head Faust shrugged “Honestly, the reason I think about it often is because if the asshole hadn’t destroyed the thing I would have paraded about in it just to spite him. More so because I know it would have made Lord Haurchefant happy to see me in it at least once...”
(Screenshot courtesy of @talechaser-ffxiv <3)“I... oh... well... honestly there’s plenty of memories that I always have thoughts about or that get me thinking but...” the Miqo’te tapped his head slightly as he swayed back and forth “But... one that really gets me thinking... it’s... a more recent memory. One that scares me because I always have thoughts of what could have happened if the man who saved me didn’t well... see me as a kitten.” Xheta grimaced slightly, his ears pressing back against his head and his tail puffed up slightly “I don’t even know if Athanasius is his real name or not either... I... just know he saved me. But... it always scares me, it makes me think too much about the what could’s or what if’s... I don’t want to think about what he could have done if he turned his sword against me.” a whimper came from the young Miqo’te as he said that “Well I’m pretty sure I can imagine... I wouldn’t be here anymore if he decided to use it against me...”
PEER INTO MY MUSE'S MEMORIES: PART 2















