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Happy All Saint's! Just a week late, whoops!
New Chapter
Rated E • Emet-Selch/Warrior of Light • Aymeric/Warrior of Light • Warrior of Light/Everyone • Other Relationships
Part III. The Gold Forest
"I…" He looks at you. "My lady, those poems are said to be explicit in nature. I wouldst not make thee uncomfortable, for all the world." "Oh," you say. And you wonder if you weren't here… No, that is apparent. If you weren't here, they would not have paused. "I can leave you be," you say. "I've no wish to intrude." "It would not be an intrusion," Y'shtola murmurs. "To have you celebrate life with us." You know when you are wanted. It is clear by the way Lyse watches you, the way Y'shtola speaks, the way Urianger bites his lip, the way Thancred grips your hand- -They would all have you stay.
Fic Update!
All These Friends and Lovers: Can't Trust the Fall
Unto a fic (not really) weary of OCs, a new OC wends his way... Exarch pulls the gacha harder, more Scions spill out. Roxy avoids her emotions. Lyna has her eye on my bun boi. Hope you enjoy! CW: nausea, vomitting SFW (but past and future chpts are not!)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
18. You’re okay kiss | give Uri some love!
I bet you thought I forgot about this! (Or, more likely, you forgot that you asked.) But here it is. Time is an illusion. Thank you for the ask! :D
♥ Wolianger (but more like Scion Polycule) ♥ 5.3 Spoilers ♥ Rated Teen ♥ 558 words
She paced up and down the line of beds, watching for any signs that this ridiculous plan had actually worked. At first the idea seemed simple enough, and everyone else believed in it. She didn't understand the details but she didn't need to. She understood her part in it and she had faith. It wasn't until she was collecting them off the Ocular floor and packing them into her bag that she realized just how fragile the soul vessels were. By then it was far too late for questions.
"Have we mixed them up?" she asked again.
"No," Krile assured her. Again. "You felt it as much as we. The souls are unmistakable."
Indeed, as soon as she brushed a finger against the glass, she recognized each immediately.
She sunk down onto the edge of Urianger's bed. Gently, she reached out and pushed the vessel an ilm closer to his slumbering body. Nothing happened. She leaned over him, bracing her arms on either side of his head and letting her forehead rest against his as she sighed in frustration.
"You're okay," she whispered, "You have to be. I need you to be okay."
She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. He was warm and soft, just as it should be. Suddenly, there was a tingling sensation, and a bright light that shone through her closed eyelids. She sat back and squinted, shielding her eyes with one arm draped across her face.
She watched the life flow back into him, long-dormant muscles flexing tentatively. His eyes fluttered open. She threw herself back on the bed, peppering his face with kisses.
"You're okay, you're okay," she repeated over and over.
"I… I am, verily," he croaked.
She kissed him again, taking his face in her hands and molding herself into him. Shakey hands rose to embrace her and he kissed back until he could hold his breath no longer. Gasping, they broke apart.
Thancred attempted a whistle, but it came out as a pathetic strangled noise. "And where's my kiss, then?"
Rox beamed at him. "Oh, you want a kiss too?" She climbed right over Urianger and hopped onto the gunbreaker in the next bed, smothering him with some kind of violent approximation of kisses.
As everyone came to, she planted one last kiss on Thancred's forehead and returned to Urianger's side. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. She caressed his face, thumbing at his archon tattoo, scratching at his beard. She was lost in his eyes and barely heard Y'shtola speaking.
"The vessel beareth our comrade’s blood,” Urianger said, “With it in thy possession, the way will surely open before thee.”
Oh right. She hadn't even thought that far. She felt a wave of excitment and trepidation at the thought of G'raha sleeping in that tower, waiting for her.
"Do you want to come with me?" she asked, though she knew it would be difficult.
"Nay," he smiled, "It will be some time 'ere I could make such a journey, and thou canst not wait. Bringeth him here. Bringeth him home to me."
She nodded, tears threatening to fall from smiling eyes. She kissed him once more, tenderly, before running for the door.
"Hang on a minute," Alphinaud said, "Have I missed something?"
"Yes, brother dear," Alisaie grinned, "I'm sure you have."