I can't stop grinning. For many moons, I've imagined this future with him, side by side facing all the facets of life, its hardships and joys, even the mundane days. We have persevered together for as long as we've known each other, and I have been nothing but happy with him, even in spite of all our struggles. But it's so deeply humbling—honouring!—to be asked proper for this forever. Until the end of our days, perhaps past if our souls persevere… What can I say? Beyond yes a thousand times.
I so deeply love this man. I can wax poetic for ages—his endless intellect and curiosity, his playful nature, the depth of his voice. The way he holds himself, the skill he displays in a myriad of crafts, or his courage in striving for better, always. And more often, I'm so taken by his passion and tender heart, the love he gives in spades, that endless ocean within. That I could be the one he loves most is truly my brightest treasure.
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All Saint's Wake! A time for safe fright and an excuse for costumes... And my giant hat. For a man who enjoys bringing out the violet in my face, Marce does exceptionally well at always looking as if he belongs somewhere beyond our mortal realm, too radiant to compare. Or perhaps that's just the spell he has on me.
What a wonderful evening. The Nightingale Saints Wake Ball was a great success, but I find the joy I experienced with so many people, my dear especially, to sit with me wonderfully as the night sails on.
@marcelloix
Needful Things: What You Should Know About the World Ender
OOC Facts:
There are many Marcelloixes. This one is mine.
Given how many Marcelloixes there are, I'm not sure how I keep securing this username, but I do.
Marce started his journey on Aether-Gilgamesh. He's now on Crystal-Coeurl.
He is indeed one of the many male Elezen who use the same face combos. We should really set up a support group.
Public Details:
He is usually referred to as Marcelloix Axios de Bonvivant. His true name is much longer than that.
Marce is a member of NightRaid, a bounty hunter and supernatural investigations office led by Tetsuro Wulf.
Marce is also the lord of House Bonvivant, an Ishgardian minor noble house with holdings in the Coerthas Central Lowlands.
He is in a deeply loving long-term relationship with Natsume, secondary officer of NightRaid.
He was formerly "married" to Adele Bonvivant, with whom he had a daughter named Aalisette. Both perished in the Calamity.
Rumors:
Marcelloix may or may not be a practicing black mage. The truth of this is known only to Marce's family and friends, and also to Stillglade Fane and the Order of Nald'Thal.
He may also have dabbled in void magicks, blood magicks, necromancy, and several other illicit or illegal practices.
The Axios family is an ancient line, and its members are rumored to be Fae-touched.
He's said to have a lovely singing voice.
Secrets:
Marce has a considerably large aetherpool. He is able to cast more spells from his personal aether than the average thaumaturge can, though he does also draw from ambient aether for his most devastating spells.
His aether is heavily ice-aspected, and his experiences with the Void make him especially powerful with umbral magicks but weak to light and holy magicks.
He can also cast detailed illusions and other Fae spells thanks to his ancestry and his association with a pixie named Eo Sul.
Due to his potential for untold destruction, various authorities across Eorzea keep tabs on his activities. Among them, he is known via the code name "World Ender."
Marce is usually available for RP. Potential friends, acquaintances, business partners, and rivals are all welcome. Marce is happily spoken for, so additional romance is not on the table. We are also not looking to engage other characters as enemies at this time.
He attends most of NightRaid's events, but you can also contact me if you'd like to throw around ideas or plan something more directly. As long as you're respectful, courteous of others, and not weird/creepy/an asshole, we should get along just fine!
I’ve been thinking about everything a lot this afternoon. I don’t know how to feel because there’s no finality to any of this. Before NightRaid, I had a lot of comfort with the solid truth in life and death, and how they were each other’s end and beginning. But now I’ve learned the horrible truth. Not everyone is allowed to pass from one to the other so easily.Â
I remember this when I think of my friend. I know he is in limbo, and I know it is not some final state that I can be comfortable with. It’s something I want to change, to pull him away from, so he can have peace in his mortal life once more. So he can go back to his mate.Â
Bounty Call was hard. I warded off unwanted advances from a patron who thought it was an excellent evening to compliment my figure and looks. I’m tired of it. I would not be friendly with him if I did not have appearances to keep.Â
Thankfully, no one really prodded me too much. We had a fun opening where a youth was kicked out for stealing from our kitchen... I have to say, I was thankful to get it out of the way so early. Made the rest of the Call all the more tame. Ryuu even was taking her bed rest seriously, refusing new work all together. I’m glad, because I don’t have it in me to be worrying about others outside of my circle right now.Â
I tried to tell Dandelion not to drink his sorrows down, but he pushed me away. I didn’t really know how to respond to that. I’ve never seen him like this before, ever. After some thought, I decided to bring him some spirits from my own collection. If he’s going to drink, at least let it be good. We spoke a good deal into the evening... And even though some of the topics were not easy at times, I do feel a bit more sturdy afterward.Â
It hurts, and it’s hard, and I still wish I could cry. But we have fought tooth and nail to bring our loved ones back to us before. So I know we’re going to do it again. Nightmare is just waiting for us, behind the clouds in the sky. It’s just a matter of time. ✘
I still can’t wrap my head around it at all. Tears keep spilling from my eyes and I want to sob but I just can’t make myself do it. Even if I could, Marce is fast asleep on the couch and I would like to let him rest.Â
I tried to come and help. But Nightmare, M’rhaxis, Coyote... All of them are... Lost. I don’t know how we’ll ever rip them back from the clutches of M’iraa’s control. I feel like dust upon the skin of the gods. I am too small. I couldn’t do anything, and in the end, we had to flee from harm’s way. Leaving them to their fate, all of them. But the others have some semblance of a plan going, and I cannot stay still. I have to keep moving. That is the Vaadrage way. I will not go back on my own words a second time. I just hope Nightmare will wait for us. He has to, right?Â
...To make matters worse, my wound is salmon crusted again. I don’t even have it in me to feel panicked over it. I chipped off some pieces, but it was so painful that I just soaked my bandages and covered it as best I could. It hurts like nothing else, but I’ve taken potion for now. It’s all I can do.Â
I feel miserable even with Marce here and I hate it. I don’t know how I’m going to face tomorrow. I just need to sleep. I’ll figure it out when I wake up. ✘
After everyone came home, such a cloud of relief fell over me that I thought I might slump over the moment I sat down. It was so very late when they did, and for all those hours they were out, I paced, worrying. That was until Nightmare answered the call and joined me in the infirmary and I abruptly stopped. I hope he didn’t notice.
Bombs in the city. Explosions. Burning flesh. I hate that M’iraa has only made this worry of mine worse, the pain and suffering I felt just runs through me every time I remember. I don’t consider myself afraid of flames, but so many innocents have died to such and I just... Don’t want to imagine others falling to such a horrible thing.
Raven and Scholar scurried themselves to their chambers to treat each other’s wounds, leaving Nightmare and I to tend to Boss and Scilla. Gods, when Sejad came in carrying both of them, all limp in his arms, I really felt my heart skip. Luckily, Boss just had a minor head wound and Scilla was aether dry. Easy fixes, both.
Dandelion said he and Nightmare will be working on a big breakfast feast for us to dig in when morning comes. While I love the idea, I need a drink more than anything. I’m looking to indulge a little and find my peace again.
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