#virtuesroad

[itsraiyninmeteors]

@virtuesroad

The Crystarium...wow...

It was...so beautiful.

The young Mystel didn’t think he’d ever come to this place, let alone escape Kholusia. The amaro ride to the Crystarium was quite intriguing for him since he’s never been flying before, and the one thing that stuck out the most..was the sight of the Crystal Tower.

His seafoam green eyes widened in awe at the sights that, even at the landing, the boy was trying to wander, disregarding just on how he looked or how sickly he was. Setting food within the Crystarium was a dream he’s had for several years and now, here he was. And yet, not a single coin on his person. He didn’t care, he was far too distracted with the sights to even heard the guards or people about. He was safe, that he could feel.

[salveticn-a]

@virtuesroad​ : The red cat said nothing — at least to a face whose voice he recognizes. But this was not the Elidibus he knew, but who he was in the past. “Can I pet them?” He asks — curiosity written plain on his face as he looks over one of the Amaurotine’s creations. ((Something something G’raha goes to the past instead.))

     ❝ i’m afraid not . ❞   answered the young researcher , shifting his gaze to the source of the curious voice .   ah , a familiar , more likely ... it wasn’t an everyday occasion that familiars showed interest towards specimens -- well , especially the specimens he studied ; to see someone that interested caught him by surprised ... and unprepared , mostly because the beasts that concerned his field were not   ‘ pettable ‘   , some of them .   ❝ the varanus komodoensis is a rather solitary creature , you see . it was not created with the purpose of tying bonds with others ... its mind is not wired that way , i believe . ❞   and elpis would rather not risk for the familiar to suffer the beast’s venomous bite if they were to attack him .

     ❝ while i would like to enlighten you with more facts about this wonderful babe , i doubt you are here for it . did you need something in particular ? ❞

[zicroe-a]

@virtuesroad​ sent:  G'raha approaches Kjrn quietly — sensing something was off. He says nothing, and instead simply sits down next to him. Palm turns facing up: an offering to hold his hand, if the Viera wishes. No words need to be spoken, at least for right now. The Miqo'te's lips curl into a soft, small smile. // unprompted! // ACCEPTING.

Tired. The after effects of another restless night, evident made by the dull look in his eyes and the dark circles beneath them. There was no other word for his appearance but tired. How he loathed this journey to this wretched place, being reminded of something that he hoped to forget. The times he’d be forced to submit by these people, the spectacle he was forced to be, the pride he was forced to shed. Being here made old wounds ache, old thoughts resurface. 

It was a mystery as to how many times and how long he would replay these thoughts in his head. Kjrn never gave himself peace. He couldn’t, not while being here. A shaking sigh, the expelled air visible and frosted as it left his lips, now threatening to become even more chapped than they already had been. When G’raha’s hand came into view, it forced the Viera to tilt his head back slightly, enough for him to look in the Miqo’te’s eyes. 

❝ You should be seeing to whatever survivors are in this hell hole, G’raha, ❞ His words were quiet, hoping to hide the lack of confidence he felt in his body. His dismissal was weak. His words were weak. As much as Kjrn hated to admit these feelings, he needed someone. Someone who could somehow begin to understand the unease. 

He slowly reached out to G’raha’s hand, grabbing it and rising to his feet. Kjrn watched as the others were all preoccupied with their other tasks, taking it as the sole opportunity he would have to pull the Miqo’te into an embrace. After a moment or two, Kjrn tightened his arms around G’raha, before letting him go and moving to return to the camp. 

❝ Go, and help them. I’ll be fine, ❞ His words, despite the dismissing way they were said, perhaps, if G’raha listened hard, could catch the faintest words of thanks on the Viera’s lips. 

[thosewecanyetsave]

@virtuesroad liked for a starter with Alphinaud

Visits back to Old Sharlayan were still rare, but less so now that the fate of the world no longer felt like it was balanced on the Scions’ shoulders. Alisaie had remained in Garlemald but Alphinaud had made the trip back to their home, both to visit with his mother (he doubted he would get away with not saying hello to her) and to deliver a missive in person to the Forum. It was a request for specific replies needed to help fully restore the ceruleum network and one that would have to be carefully discussed. While necessary, it would also provide the framework in which Garlemald could start to stand on her own two feet again, and Alphinaud knew better than to expect there would be no hesitance toward that.

Strange to think how far he had grown. Once upon a time he would have been the one to become angry and frustrated at the hesitation to provide aid. Now he understood that it was never just one person’s choice, and even what seemed like the most obvious and correct decision had to be carefully weighed and measured. 

The ship that would take him back to Garlemald along with any additional supplies wasn’t set to leave for a few days. It gave him time to wander the city and the Studium that he had once known so well, and to even pay a visit to the Baldesion Annex to say hello to Krile and to G’raha. 

“How has your research gone?”

[curecify]

@virtuesroad​ asked:       [ ✘ ] — ❝ I ... I have to ask : what did you *truly* feel about me back on The First ? When I was — ah , the Crystal Exarch? ❞       //     [ ✘ ]  2 / 10  --  Accepting

THE GLITTERING OF THE CRYSTAL TOWER   flickers through your mind, against what was once a light bleached sky, turned starry. There was much about the First that you fell in love with, much in the way you’re certain your sister would have. The landscapes, the people, the one leading them --        Your eyes trace the curve of their jaw, remembering it well from beneath the peak of their hood, from the researcher before working alongside Cid.  You didn’t forget their face when you met them again under a new name. How could you? Your sister had adored them. Altaani spent more time gushing about G’raha and the friendship she’d loved so much, you committed every detail to memory.

Seeing them again, half crystalline, and so. . . tired.     A frown takes your face unconsciously, filing through your thoughts and bubbling to the surface.

“ CONCERNED.     And worried.     It didn’t take long to figure out who you were, but I trusted you had your reasons for keeping it concealed. All the same, I understood the weight under which you labored, just not for the same length.    It worried me, seeing you half crystal worried me too.      

You can do little to dissuade my trust with secrets, I am unbothered by them, but you can do much to earn my worry by carrying too much on your own. Perhaps I am a hypocrite that way. . . ”

A pause, thoughtful, the frown that took your expression loosening it’s hold, replaced by something softer. ---

“ And all the same, it was good to see you again.    I had missed you. There was so much I wanted to tell you. . . ”

[urienje]

Urianger, I’ve been studying these ancient Allagan texts and one word confuses me … what is a kink?

             he puts down his tome, full-willing to grant his comrade's current conundrum the attention that is due. ❝ ah ... much like the allagans themselves, surely thou must know of  the troubles a life spent in reading rooms is destined to yield. a neck and back stiffened and twisted by virtue of excessive studiousness, 'mongst matters more serviceable. 'tis little surprise even the most advanced civilization would come with some peripheral woes—for in the end, technology saves none from the inconveniences we inflict upon ourselves with our very own hand. ❞