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[usefulscions]

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(Nee-chan I know this is you)

[shearwindmuses]

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[roguishbard]

From all my muses: ❅❅❅

“I -  what? Thank you, I suppose, but... what? Why do so many of you keep sending this now of all times...”

[leminscatus]

december story-a-day challenge || day 4 || the soul

         A person’s healthy aether was one of the most beautiful things Aleleyri knew. Its gentle murmur never ceased to fascinate her, their stories a quiet symphony of their varied lives.

         Her friends were no different, songs that were now as familiar as they were treasured. Fatima’s pragmatic calm. Demistel’s dry mischief. Sy’era’s chippy bubbles. Marcus’ brash energy. Ardene’s tamed wilderness. She loved them, unique as they all were.

         But her favourite was a soft rumble, stoic yet thoughtful. This was a soul that fluttered at her presence and spoke into physical silence words more precious than gold.

         I love you.

[shearwindmuses]

Because I'm shipping trash... )) "How did you get this?" Gadjette asked 716.

716 shifted uncomfortably, flinching a little bit as Gadj traced over a particularly nasty scar on her left shoulder. A reminder of an all too near miss that would otherwise have cost her her life. There was a lot of pain associated with that memory, and it wasn’t one she liked to revisit.

But, her partner hadn’t asked her knowing that already. So she would have her answer. It was only fair, and she was trying to be as honest as she could. Gadjette deserved that much.

The ex-DRG unit frowned and readjusted her position where she sat. It took her a few moments to find the words to start with.

“I was on duty… That’s where all of the scars are from. Well, no, actually. Most of them. A number of them are surgical scars from the procedure. But those ones are easy to pick out from the battle scars,” she corrected herself, mumbling somewhat. “But that one in particular… Was the worst one I earned. I was shot while on duty by a hollow point round. A Garlean sniper managed to catch me on one of my perches. As you can see…. They weren’t far from my heart. I reckon either the glare of my armor or the snow glare saved me, unless they were just a lousy shot,” she explained, brow furrowing. “Hollow point rounds are meant to inflict a lot of pain… And it did. I fell a great deal as well once I was struck. But they built me to be sturdy. I survived, of course. Though I had to lay in the snow bleeding for a time before another unit could recover me. I was lucky. The sniper must have assumed me dead after hitting me and watching me fall. They didn’t come to finish the job.”

[fractemxarchives-blog]

✎ Sy and Sasa to Fat Time-- err... Fatima~

[leminscatus]

Sy'era wanders into the bathroom hoping to take care of some last minute hygiene before heading to bed. Instead of an empty room, she gets an eyeful of her love in the shower. Sienna eyes blink twice and a large grin appears on her face as she departs. She giggles softly, "If you wanted me to see you in the shower, you could have asked, dear Allen. If you just leave the door unlocked, the sign could have been missed."

                   Accidental Shower View || Accepting

        In before Alleleryn will always double check to make sure the door is locked. How it wasn’t that one time will continue to baffle him for years to come.

[leminscatus]

Sy'era to Allen: "You're as beautiful as the day I lost you."

                          10 Years Missing || Accepting

          Wanderlust had never been an issue for Alleleryn; that went to his sister, insatiably curious at all times. His life had always been a foil to hers, the anchor to her wandering ship, the reason to her flights of fancy. Perhaps it was only fitting, inevitable even, that when Aleleyri finally began putting down roots that he realized he was pulling his up. In a way he should be glad; it was a sign his twin was gradually maturing, learning that there was more to life than her personal pursuit of knowledge.

          Yet these assurances had not lessened the discomfort and confusion that had come with this novelty. If Aleleyri had supporters and protectors outside of him, if they could do for her what he had all their lives, then what role did he now play outside of his sister? With the full-time job of keeping her safe from herself lightened, who was Alleleryn Fene?

          It had been these questions that had driven the paladin to his abrupt departure. The guilt at simply leaving a letter on the acting captain of Camp Dragonhead’s desk had nagged him, but in the end he’d left anyway in search of identity and raison d’être. One that belonged to him. He’d needed a fresh start, a place with no one he knew.

          The journey of self-discovery, he quickly learned, was not an easy or short one. Before he’d even realized it, an epoch had passed. Had this been, at least in part, the allure Aleleyri had found in wandering? In striking into the unknown? Regardless, it was bittersweet to set foot on Eorzean soil once more. It had been far too long without the heady blend of aether in everything it touched, even if it was giving him the worst possible vertigo he had ever experienced. At the same time he felt a stranger to the lands and to those who dwelt within them. Where was everyone? Had they found the other Scions? Had Ishgard reconciled with the Dravanians? Did their free company still stand with Havoc at its head? Had Marcus and Ardene purchased their dream home? Had his sister finally settled for good? So many questions, and for a moment he felt a wry upward curl tug on his lips. Gods, listen to him; he was sounding so much like his twin.

          Alleleryn didn’t know what to expect when he neared the gates of the free company she’d once belonged to. Did she still work as her friend’s retainer? Perhaps she’d found new love, bonded her life to theirs. Perhaps she had a family, children? Or perhaps she’d moved on all together.

          As fortune would have it, he spotted the pair close to the summoning bell, chattering away. His approach was met with confused silence, the shorter of the women squinting to discern his features from beneath his cloak. He had to stifle a chuckle and a crooked smile as he pulled back his hood.

          “...Hello, Sy’era.”

          For a moment, he saw her eyes widen.

          And then he was smothered, orange hair - still with that faint scent of spiced cinnamon and citrus - in his face and arms not his wrapping around his body. Oh, but her embrace was rather tight... no matter, he’d half expected her to punch his lights out, so a rib-crushing hug is a step up. Gods, was she crying? She’d always been the sentimental one.

          “You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.”

          The blubbered words prompted a soft laugh as he eased her off him enough to see her face. One hand, calloused from travel and time, cupped her cheek as mismatched eyes took in the features of the one he’d missed the most.

          “No,” he murmured, leaning in to rest his brow upon hers as a fond smile crept across his lips. “You’re the one who’s only added to her beauty.”