#runar ffxiv

[birdsnores]

that wasn’t there before 🌱

[amoebaforce]

I just got a really cute idea for a prompt thingy. How about the WoL who uses their skills as a weaver to make Y'shtola a Runar plush? Or of you have other ideas for a similar thing with the rest of the scions, whoever you think they'd want a plush of most.

omg. anon. this is so cute, it's diabolical. enjoy!

tags: fluff, teeny tiny angst, Runar x Y'shtola shipping inbound, gn!WoL word count: 444 (unintentional but interesting)

It's waiting for her when she comes to bed: a little gift box wrapped in purple, tied with silver twine. A gift. Y'shtola closes the door behind her, stalks nearer with a slow caution, as if the thing might get up and bite her if she touches it too hard. She reads her name on the little card, and curiosity blooms like a night orchid in her chest.

The card isn't signed, but when she lifts the lid, Y'shtola finds a little note sitting in a bed of tissue paper. Looping handwriting lines the page:

Shtola, You remember a few weeks ago, when I told you I was working on my weaving? Well, with all the downtime we've had since then, I kinda got really good at it, and I wanted to make you something as a "thank you" for saving my butt a whole bunch of times. So, say hello to my newest creation. I hope it reminds you of some good times. Love, WoL.

Y'shtola practically tosses the letter aside, anticipation burning, and rips her way into the ruffled paper. Nestled within is a little doll -- but not just any doll. A silver-furred Hrothgar clad in sleeveless black robes, with pale-gold buttons for eyes and a mouth stitched into a permanent smile.

In a heartbeat, the mage's eyes fill with tears.

"Runar," she murmurs aloud, though no one will hear.

Curiosity shreds itself into lonely guilt; into the terrible, aching crush of grief. Water spills down her cheeks, and she dashes it away and sinks into her mattress, stroking a disbelieving finger across the plush's tiny face.

The Warrior made this? For her? Out of all the novelties and toys they could have chosen... Y'shtola doesn't know if she should laugh or weep. She closes her eyes and she's back beneath those purple boughs, wrapped in evercool shade and two thick arms, murmuring promises she hadn't been able to keep.

At least, not yet. She was getting closer -- she knew she was. She could feel it in her bones. Some day soon, Y'shtola would find that missing piece she'd been searching for, the key that would unlock the door back into the First, and they'd finally have their reunion. She crushes the plush to her chest and imagines it.

Heavy indigo shadow. Endless black sky. Names uttered soft and sweet in the quiet dark, unobserved and unobscured.

Y'shtola blows her held breath out her nose and wipes her eyes again. Until she had the real thing back in her grasp, she would just have to make do with this little imitation.

And she'd have to thank the Warrior in the morning, too.

[ffxiv-smackdown]

ROUND 1: Runar VS Gyodo

Runar

Gyodo

Voting ended onJul 20, 2023

[totallycorrectffxivquotes]

Y’shtola: Runar, I'm sad. Runar: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. WoL: Emet Selch, I'm sad. Emet Selch, nodding: mood.

[totallycorrectffxivquotes]

Runar: You look beautiful today, Master Matoya. Y’shtola:  Runar: HA! April Fools! Runar: You look beautiful EVERY DAY!