#the faceless plot

[kharrisdawndancer]

Anon Day: What alchemical creation is Khaeris most proud of?

She is the most proud of making a preventative inoculation from the serum of people who survived the Plague of the Faceless many years ago. It helped a lot of people and she was able to make a significant impact in that dark period of time. She really decided she wanted to stay working at the Shielded Mind then, and took on the pharmacy there.

Vaccines, baby!

She's also proud of a shared dreaming potion she developed!

[lociansurliant]

“All I ask of you is to be there...for I know not how deep I may sink or if I will be able to be saved at all. Your face is all I wish to see if there is even a slight chance to be pulled from it.”

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[ffxiv-zathorinsilverwood]

Your Gone

[ music ]

“You’ve been gone for just a few days and it feels like it’s been forever. Perhaps it’s because for the last half a year you’ve secluded yourself due to your own internal conflict. Some of which I still know nothing about. I was never one to feel lonely considering I was always by myself growing up for the most part, but now...” 

The Xaela silenced his inner thoughts, turning his head to look around the silent bedroom. Even though Melisande had secluded herself before all of this happened, he could still feel her presence within their home, but now nothing. She was gone. Living in a place that only she knew of with the rest of the people who accepted the Mark of these beings who have taken so many loved ones away from one another. She was with child. His child and this caused him to be even more paranoid. Their last conversation was one involving someone from her past, asking Zathorin to remove all belonging from her ex-husband Nathaniel. He knew attachment was something everyone had, it never bothered him that she kept some of his things after his death. But to have him remove them all without a reason as to why, it confused him. Everything confused it. It all confused him and also at the same time, boiled his blood.

The man felt powerless. Angry, confused, sad and for once in his life, lonely. Even before with Melisande;’s seclusion, he would still see her. He could still hear her occasional voice sing and speak to him. Now she was gone. 

Gone for gods knew how long...

Gone maybe for a few more days...

Gone maybe for weeks...

Gone maybe for a year....or maybe more...

Gone maybe...forever..

Zathorin stood from where he sat on the edge of the bed and walked to the area where Melisande would prepare for her day along with his own area for clothing. He could smell her perfumes, the faint scent of her still lingering within this small area. 

“What if she’s gone...forever...”

The Xaela’s mind began to reel with thoughts of Melisande never returning. The ‘What Ifs?’. Thoughts upon thoughts ran through his mind like a thousand wild animals running from something threatening their lives. His amber eyes began to well with tears, tears that fell down his cheeks, following the curve of his scales before dripping to the ground. 

He tried hard to keep himself as composed as possible, but stone can only hold but so much before it finally breaks underneath the built up pressure. His hands began to shake, heart began to race and finally his knees buckled in, falling to them. Like a man that had lost everything in his life, a loud yell of sadness and pain left his lips...

His eyes closed tight, tears fell from them like rain in a storm. His hands met the wood flooring beneath him, almost scrapping at it slowly before letting out another cry of sadness. This time..a name. 

“Melisande...Melisande!!!!”

His fingers scrapped at the wood flooring, fingers dug until blood began to mix into the dark brown flooring. But fingers were replaced with the man’s heavy fist, pounding down at the floor as more cries and yells left the man. Both of his hands now bloody, face a mess with tears that seemed like they would not stop, he lifted himself up, still on his knees and screamed out with everything that his lungs and body could muster. Eyes closed, his hands in tight fists, only increasing the amount of blood that dripped from them. The sting from his hands was not felt. The only thing he felt was the rush of emotions that was kept at bay like a dam with water. 

They had taken the one thing that kept the man grounded..and one can only hold it in for so long....

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