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“I want you to continue living your life. I may be done, I may have done what I could, but you have a lot of life left in you. You have such a unique perspective on life, one that drew me in when we met. We were always opposites, you know. You have lessons yet to give to others who needs them, though I know right now, living is probably the last thing on your mind.” - A fragment of Nailah’s last letter to Aeron.
The quill and inkpot sat on the edges of the couch, the black stains of ink smudged over the parchment haphazardly cast onto the floor, not far away from it the dark haired midlander sat with his legs crossed. The small nonsensical babbling of the child was as happy as it ever was, every squirm sprung forth by the light movements of bandaged fingertips to her side in a form of ‘tickle-’attack before relenting and merely holding her there. “Writing a letter to a dead woman is proving more difficult than I had anticipated, Rubes. I want to let her know how you’re doing, how you’re growing every passing sun and just the typical things you’re up to like crying in the middle of the night to the point I only end up with only two bells of sleep, but I just can’t find the right words on paper and besides she wouldn’t be able to read it anyway.” His own troubled words went way beyond the capacities of understanding the infant possessed by now, nor did she even pay attention to them and was more occupied with swatting tiny left hand at the nearest bandaged finger with a constant stream of happy giggles, the outside world and all the troubles that came with were at present of no significance to her and to put it simple, he was jealous of her. He wanted nothing more than to forget the outside world and occupy hers. "I might be continuing to live my life as she wanted me to, but my life is no longer my own. It’s yours... All that matters is you, for you to grow older, wiser and far better than I and your mother ever were.”
“Hey Nailah, To begin this with I’m not even sure if these will be read all at once, one at a time or not all. Any option in my mind right now is absolutely fine, I just hope these words somehow reach you and in time Ruby. Your. Our daughter. She’s a reminder of what’s no longer there for me to enjoy, I sometimes try and recall your scent, how you laughed and how your skin felt beneath my fingers but the more time passes the harder it becomes. Then I look at her and it just floods in, tries to drown me in it. Ruby, she is doing well and very keen on saying ‘wapwap’ which I’ve still not figured out what it means, but I’m going along with it given it brings her a lot of joy. I think? I’m by no means good at this entire dad thing on my own and I’m just managing thanks to the help of others. She managed to stand up by herself a few suns ago, which made me jump with joy almost when it happened but then she tried to take her first step and just fell over and started crying, it was like a dagger digging into me when I watched and heard her cry like that, but then she returned to her usual laughter when I handed her the chocobo plush. She’ll be as strong as you, perhaps stronger. I want her to be proud of who her parents are. Me and you, you’ll be a part of her life through stories and these letters. Watch over her and me, please. We both need you, now and forever.
I love you,
- Aeron.”
Wapwap!
Ruby Volkova - Whenever she feels like saying it with innocent glee.
IC Class Knowledge: Aeron Volkova
D I S C I P L E S O F W A R
This is where Aeron shines albeit questionable so given he easily falls into the range of a one trick pony individual where he only really shows aptitude in wielding a single sword and at times shield. Be it due to a personal preference or simply how he was raised and trained by his father, his proficiency with a blade left him almost unable to properly aim with a bow.
GLADIATOR || PALADIN: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master MARAUDER || WARRIOR: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master DARK KNIGHT: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master PUGILIST || MONK: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master LANCER || DRAGOON: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master ROGUE || NINJA: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master SAMURAI: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master ARCHER || BARD: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master MACHINIST: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master
D I S C I P L E S O F M A G I C
The one thing that Aeron has the most problems with is the utilization of magic due to a state of his body and what he’d like to call a ‘curse’, which it isn’t but men make up names for things to blame for where they can’t do something. While he can muster up the minimal of something it always leaves him directly drained.
CONJURER || WHITE MAGE : Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master ARCANIST || SCHOLAR || SUMMONER: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master ASTROLOGIAN: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master THAUMATURGE || BLACK MAGE: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master RED MAGE: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master
D I S C I P L E S O F T H E H A N D
Having never really had to create any of his own equipment nor saw a need for it even beyond the intricacies of a good meal, Aeron has always left the repairs of any equipment or furniture he posessed to the hands of others but even a man must know how to cook to be a man... So he can do that.
CARPENTER: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master BLACKSMITH: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master ARMORER: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master GOLDSMITH: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master LEATHERWORKER: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master WEAVER: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master ALCHEMIST: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master CULINARIAN: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master
D I S C I P L E S O F T H E L A N D
With Aeron having spent the majority of his spent life up to a certain pointwithin the regions of Thanalan and the city of Ul’dah as part of a wealthy family, there has always been little reason for him to pick up a tool to farm the lands of Eorzea. Except fishing, he once knew a person who taught him how to fish but if he ever picked up the fine details of it is highly questionable...
MINER: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master BOTANIST: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master FISHER: Unskilled | Novice | Adept | Expert | Master Tagged by: @jancisstuff
Tagging: @rpshelf
“Something that was never born.”
"I've had a lot of relationships in my time, platonic or otherwise, but the ones I think about most are those that never quite made it to term. The dashing first date who didn't call you back. The lady on the train you had that amazing conversation with but never saw again. The cool neighbors kid you met the first time a week before he moved away. One moment, the universe presents you with this amazing opportunity for new possibilities... And then...." (Nothing... Dun.. Dun.. Dun..)
Source: Saga - Chapter 42. (Hazel)
“Fire... A warm embrace.”
The chains rattled against the cold tiles with a mixture of groans and gasps as the pair of small legs swung back and forth in the light that spilled from several broken off parts of the door in front of the boy. The rest of the body shrouded in the shadows of the windowless chamber and only leaving the noises as signs of life. Rattle, rattle... As the chains went on reaching down from both cuffs set around each frail ankle with every swing, the noise leading through the door and into the maze like structure of corridors. Desperately reaching out for any who would wish to hear it, the rattling pleas for help. Rattle, rattle... As the chains ran through the ring set within the ceiling and the boy was hoisted higher akin to a pirate flag being shown before the vessels set upon their prize. Flesh being brought into exposure by worn hands belonging to equally worn men in search of endless riches through the worry of parents, sparking it by removing their children out of sight and sound alongside promise to return for worthy coin. All it took was the sensation of blade meeting the flesh in quick slices to ignite the spark that fueled the rude awakening from the torment. --------------------------------------------- It began with the upward jolt of his entire body so that he sat upright with amethyst hues exposed with wide open eyes - the nearest object brought upwards like a blade in front of him but even the dog perked up from its position on the couch and barely registered any danger for the lifted fire poker. The light cast from the flames licked away at the bronze flesh of the Midlander, creeping its way over his torso and cascaded down his back exposing the fading alchemic mixture that covered a huge portion of his back, returning the old scars back to sight. Bringing truth to the otherwise false visuals he so well maintained in the presence of most yet not all. After moments of search for something, someone familiar did the fire poker slip from his grasp and onto the carpet and with it did his entire form seek some comfort closer to the flames, basking in its warm embrace as it guided him back to sleep till sun would rise.