FFXIV Write 2022 //ffxivwrite info//prompt list//character info//master post//
Prompt one: Cross /adjective annoyed/ Words: 775 Characters: Syren Ligeia, Aymeric de Borel, mention of Estinien Varlineau CW: None Spoilers for 4.56. Mentions of Estinien x wol
((Late to the party as usual but hey! I'm only 3 days behind and still have a chance to catch up! I thought I'd start off with Syren this time, a dark knight Viera wol who is in a completely separate universe from Kien's. (worry not, he's still my main <3) This prompt was too good to not feature him first! I hope you enjoy!))
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The wood-beamed ceiling blurred into view as Syren was pulled from the depths of slumber. He let out a low groan, his fingers curling on the soft bedsheets as he tried to make sense of how he got into a bed when the last thing he could recall was the cloaked figure reaching out to him.
He blinked a few times in effort to rid the haziness in his mind and the uneasy feeling that he had forgotten something else. Suddenly, an image of Zenos’s blade about to cut him down flashed through his mind and he bolted upright with a gasp, his memories just before he collapsed rushing back to him.
“Syren!” The Viera turned at the sound of his name, instantly recognizing Emmanellain’s page Honoroit who startled backwards a bit. His head spinning, Syren could feel the tension drain from him and he slumped forward with a breath. “I’ll go get Aymeric!” The young Elezen quickly took off out of the room, allowing Syren to calm his nerves down in peace. He knew he wasn’t in any immediate danger so it didn’t take long for his heartrate to slow down and his breathing to even out. He slowly straightened up and stretched his sore muscles, leaning carefully against the pillows as the door creaked open again and Aymeric jogged into view.
“You’re awake!” He beamed, his expression of worry washing over with relief. “Thank heavens.” He turned to Honoroit and nodded his thanks before striding into the room and closing the door. “For a moment, we had feared you’d suffer the same fate as the rest of the Scions after that battle…it’s a relief to see you conscious.” He sat down in the chair next to Syren’s bed and leaned forward. “How are you feeling?”
Syren reached a hand to his head, pressing it firmly to ease the his throbbing temple–now that the adrenalyn wore off, a headache emerged in full swing. “Like hell,” he grounded out. “but I’ll survive.” He looked up to meet Aymeric’s gaze. “What happened? Where is Zenos?”
“I see you recall that much at least,” Aymeric began as he leaned back and clasped his hands in his lap. “It is said that you faltered in the midst of your duel and the crown prince seized the opportunity to deliver a mortal blow–however, before his blade could find its mark, he was distracted by the arrival of a second adversary who bore you away from the battlefield and into the hands of our Chirugeons.”
Syren raised a skeptical eyebrow at Aymeric who looked far too amused to say, “Lest you wonder, he left before you woke. As is his wont.”
Estinien. He should’ve known. A twinge of annoyance flashed across the Viera’s face as he felt his blood begin to boil. Hadn’t it been not even a full moon ago they had promised to start over and keep things open and honest? Why in the hells would he rescue him and leave without so much bothering to see if he was alright?
Syren lowered his gaze to his lap, his hands curling in on the fabric of the bedsheets as he tried to keep his cool. “That bastard,” he muttered. “After everything we talked about, and he’s still avoiding me?”
Without missing a beat, Aymeric replied, “You know as well as I do that Estinien is never one for emotional farewells, or greetings for that matter.” His tone carried a hint of amusement but that went unnoticed by the Viera as the scowl only became more prominent on his face.
“Not if I can help it.” Syren growled. He shoved the covers off and swung his legs over the bed. “How long ago was I brought here?”
“Not even a full two bells.” Aymeric replied as he watched Syren wobble to his feet.
“Good,” Syren huffed. “He couldn’t have gotten too far then.” He hastily pulled on his boots and marched for the door, not bothering to grab a jacket or his blade, his focus on one thing alone and that one thing was to find Estinien and give him a piece of his mind. All else could wait.
Aymeric watched him silently all the while, an eyebrow arched in amusement as he knew all too well there was no sense in trying to stop the Viera once he made up his mind.
Just as Syren turned the doorknob and made way out of the room, he could just barely catch Aymeric’s careful but still amused parting words. “Don’t be too cross with him now.” Syren let out a tsk noise as the door closed behind him.
“No promises.”
