#glory fc

[apexarrow]

I came into the fc house and found it remodeled. At first I wondered who was the culprit, and no one’s answered in discord, but i’m at least 99% sure it was our beloved @fatewalker 

Quite frankly I love it, what a perfect fit.

THANK YOU LORE I LOVE IT

[honourateventide]

Reunion

Galaihaurat and Shiloh bathe in silence as logs crackle upon an open flame. Light from the fire illuminates the space between them, the warm colors of the room smothering what manages to hideaway and flicker within the room. 

“W-when do you think of this?..” she stammered.

Silence wafted over them, a contagious trail of pensiveness enveloping. The days since the operation at Castrum Abania had left the typically upbeat Twin Seasons cold and emotionless. Galaihaurat’s rescue, while successful, was not enough to break the man of his captor’s shackles.    “Oh, twilight’s respite comes to me in waves. Dreams, nightmares? I can no longer tell,” he lamented.

Galaihaurat sank into his chair, his strength deteriorated after such light prattling. Shiloh paced the room, her thoughts aflutter.

   “When you next wake - look to me; I’m real,” she pleaded as if in prayer. Their fates were intertwined, however at an inconsolable impasse. 

   “To tangle thee in this web - I am absent of the Crystal’s grace, her whispers snuffed or a cacophony of cries,” he sighed,  “I cannot pit La Trouvaille twixt the war and mine own fate.”

  “We placed ourselves in that hole - we saved you, Galaihaurat! Caelholdt - someone you have yet to even speak to, suffered for you!” she shouted, “You and y-your gift! Damn you! Damn your pride! Damn your integrity!”

“Prithee, the Garlean’s to have stolen my gift, to have siege’d mine heart ‘pon slabs of cold iron, to have rob’d the will of spirit from mine aether… ungranted death, left me disowned,” tears streamed down his face, “...Alack, I know thee would fight true for my tale as valiantly as for Eorzea, but you cannot follow me to the depths I must reach.”

Singing birds began their morning chorus - the livelihood of the Shroud’s dawn permeated the torpor that infected Galaihaurat’s office. Shiloh trembled at his statement, her efforts and organization of a suicide run had felt as if for naught. Without so much as a glance towards him, she made her way for the door.  

She stopped at the door, the palm of her hand resting at its middle, softly, she cried, 

Don’t go where I can’t follow.

[tinyadventurer]

Got my own room! Not finished. 

[honourateventide]

Galaihaurat Oraguille, Crimson Duelist!

A wonderful piece of art gifted to me by @shilohartorian, I am wonderfully blessed to have such a loving friend!

Artist: https://artistsnclients.com/people/Kyumei

[apexarrow]

...but I have been lucky enough to have a support system that I know will stand by me if others abandon me for this.  

When my squad is too #Powerful for mere words.

Thanks for staying by me, guys <3

[honourateventide]

oh, pure heart's peer caught me gawking your hair in the wind, such small lonesome hands I think I was meant to keep you warm

[apexarrow]

To this day, we still dont let him live this one down and honestly I dont think we ever will.

[honourateventide]

I was gifted a very special commission of Galaihaurat by @shilohartorian! I love this artist’s style and Shiloh didn’t hesitate when she saw an opening. Thank you so much! 

artist: https://lunie-junk.tumblr.com/