#lucaell

[kingbugprincess]

Day 6 - Lucaell (Luca)

A day late but with my friend @meishali 's perfect and slightly melancholic today Bard, Luca!! She's really, really cute, and it was fun to draw her and ALSO have an excuse to draw a tree!

[the-hawkeyes]

Dear Luca,

I'm sorry I haven't sent you many letters lately. The guild teachers have kept me really busy! I hope you're doing all right. I tried to call you on the linkpearl you gave me, but it's not working anymore? Anyway, I wanted to tell you a little of what I did today.

Mom told me she was going to a wedding of a couple of friends today. She told me about them before, a couple of women named Arcian and Brave. She must've told them about me because the real tall one, Brave, knew my name! They both looked very beautiful. And happy. Real happy. It made me think of when Mom and Dad got married.

I asked Mom about it when we met for some dinner later that day. She's never told me much about it, except that they saved for a while and spent more than they should on it, but she'd do it again in a hearbeat.

I do wonder, sometimes, if Mom is going to get married again. I think that would be nice. I'm....starting to understand how hard it's been for her since Dad died. But that's why I'm going to become a great conjurer, so no one has to lose a dad or a mom again!

Are you still in the Shroud? I'd love to show you some of my favorite spots. Maybe even go on a picnic! You can bring some friends too.

Hope to hear from you soon. Jorgan Hawkeye

[lucaelltownsend]

t'yrus and luca modern AU go

“How did you get in here?”

Eyes still focused on the television, slouched on the couch, Lucile stuffed her mouth with a handful of potato chips. “Your window was open. I’m watching reruns of The L Word. Shame you don’t use your TV more often, there’s a shitload of channels.”

The man paused, and stared. Knowing the little punk couldn’t be reasoned with, he just decided to go and take a shower after a sigh.

[lucaelltownsend]

pssst

[lucaelltownsend]

[lucaelltownsend]

You're my sunshine.

Lucaell froze. Kiera, supposedly thrown away by the beast that faced them, emerged from nowhere to shield the girl. She had nothing but her sword-- And as the gigantic coeurl parted its jaws, she thrusted her weapon right into its mouth. The blade pierced the horror’s skull, forcing the creature to fall on its flank.

Kiera soon followed, too tired. She held her side, and took a brief look at Lucile, offering the girl an apologetic look... And an apologetic smile. The bard threw her bow and reached for the Highlander. But she was too heavy. And so she fell with her.

“Auntie... No... A medic, anyone... I will not allow it. People dying for me, this, I will not allow,” she said. But they were in the middle of nowhere. She pressed her hands on the woman’s wounds, looking around, as if a miracle could occur.

She cared. She genuinely cared. And it hurts.

“Kiera,” She said. “Kiera,” She repeated. The older woman, the mother she always wanted... The Hawkeye reached for her cheek, smiling. She hated it. “You’re the one who’s dying. I do not need to be reassured,” she snapped.

“Kiera, Kiera, Kiera. I’ll carry you. Kiera...” She tried to lift the woman, but she was too heavy. She tried to drag her, but she was too heavy. She kept pulling, for several hours, until the Midlander passed out from exhaustion.

Kiera left soon after that.

[lucaelltownsend]

You are my sunshine~ For Raralai

“The man is dead, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m furious, I have all the reasons to be furious, and you tell me to calm down?”

The girl had punched her interlocutor. Who was this man, anyway? Raralai was dead. She did not see him die. She heard of it. She could not even attend the Dunesfolk’s funerals– They were happening as she was talking.

“Cowards got him. And I let it happen,” She bent to grab the other midlander by the collar. “Garleans. Primals. Even godsdamned dragons, if Ishgard were to fall. The world is about to sink, still held down by the scars of the calamity, and this very city-state is still PLAGUED with assholes who are after money! After power!”

She was trembling. She was feeling hot. She glared– Something she never really did before. “Raralai was a good man. His clan was compassionate, good. What my family should’ve been. He was making Eorzea a better place, and he got murdered for it.”

“I will not sleep until I make sure the person who did this gets at least two of my best arrows through their skulls.” Lucile let go of the man’s shirt, snapping. She grabbed her bow and readjusted her tunic, leaving the Inn’s room after slamming the door shut.

[lucaelltownsend]

You’re my sunshine for Virella!

Lucile sat by the Ishgardian’s bed. Before she knew it, her hand was brushing hair off the Elezen’s forehead. Virella, who has always been wearing a stern expression, looked so weak. The bard knew it had always been a façade. But seeing it crumble, just like this, it hurt her. She was leaving.

“I’m sorry, Madame Douront. I can not cry for you, I will not. But I’m in pain. You were the reason why I wanted to learn more and see more of the world.” 

“I was angry, furious. I never wanted to think of you as a good person-- A sheep that follows teachings of the elders without questioning them..” She lowered her head, shaking it ever so slowly. “But it was not true. You doubted them plenty. And at the same time, you trusted them. You wanted to. You had to. The mothers of your mothers, the fathers of your fathers... It broke you. To think you’d have a child with an outsider... I owe you an apology.”

Lucaell reopened her eyes after offering the woman a silent prayer; it was Halone she called. “There’s an universe where we are the best of friends. I wanted it to be this one, but it did not happen. It will never happen...”

“Rest well, Madame Douront,” she said. “Dream of the sky, and dream of the stars.”