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#7 - Scum

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast​ ‘s 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #7: Serendipitous

~Kumiko~

-Some Time Ago-

Sakura’s Kiss is lively tonight. All through the floor were women - friends of mine - dancing to entertain. I had none of my regulars, which meant I needed to find one and earn my keep.

My eyes quickly scanned the crowd until I found a handsome one. He was watching a pair of girls from afar but he had no direct engagement.

Hyur. Late twenties. Easy target.

I subtly caught his attention and fluttered my eyes, beginning to dance and draw him to me. It worked.

As he watched I pushed myself closer to him, letting him peak down my kimono as it fell loose. My eyes never left his. I had him enthralled.

A bellowing laugh broke my concentration and I saw him. The man who had hurt Miki was back. Did I dare act now? It was a serendipitous opportunity, wasn’t it?

My mark seemed disappointed at my distraction.

Fox would tell me to wait.

I couldn’t. I left before and he could have hurt someone again. It may have already been too late. I frowned at the man I had chosen, swallowed my pride, and approached the man I loathed.

I have methods available to me that Fox does not.

He didn’t seem to recognize me. This was the time. I would ruin him.

He reached out to touch me and I teased away. I wished that interaction to be the least amount possible. Unfortunately that wasn’t to be.

As the night went on he took me up to his room, paid me in full, and I performed my job. There was no other way.

I felt gross, but I handled it. He was fast asleep as I took a quick wash and redressed. A cursory examination through his things implied his involvement in a drug smuggling ring. It was certainly enough for a compelling case to the sekisegumi.

He needs to pay.

I considered the kunai on my person.

I’m not a murderer.

I found something else, a stack of his gil for travel expenses. It wasn’t much but it may ground him here in Kugane for the time being.

He’ll be arrested.

He was walking human scum. He deserved worse. This could suffice.

I had put a lot of thought into Fox’s words. If he was the Ebon Fox, I will be Kitsune no Shiroi. I took everything this disgusting man had and left him with a white and red origami fox. Inside on the paper were Fox’s words. My new mantra.

Kane ga kataki. Wealth will be their downfall.

I took his letters to the sekisegumi. I dropped them off without a sound and without being seen. Only time would tell if they could act on it but it should be enough.

I can’t be the only one to care.

Yūjo by day, thief by night. Step by step I would cleanse this city of its corruption. I must. For Miki and every girl like her. Nobody listens to us unless we fuck them. I will make them.

I signaled Fox and went to meet up with him. I wanted to show him my idea for a mask.

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#6 - Vagrant

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #6: (Free Day)

“Who the hell are you?”

“No one.”

My katana slashed down through his arm. He was in shock. The man he was beating up scrambled and ran away.

No reward then. Fuck. I could have used the money.

I sighed.

“You’re crazy! Fuck, my arm!”

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up, would you?” I silenced him quickly.

I hoped that guy would stick around. He was cute. I watched him run away and considered stopping him.

Too much work.

I pulled out my pipe and lit it up, sitting down into the grass. The lake was nice this time of year.

Oh. I should probably leave before they see me with a body.

I waited a bit longer as I smoked, then stood up with a groan and went on my way. It was a quiet, lazy walk until I ended up in another village. Smoking took the edge off and I had a relaxed smile on my face as I stepped into the tavern, my tail gave a flick.

On the stage there was a small troupe of dancers with a shamisen player. They were good. Soothing. Exactly what my horns needed. Pretty faces were all around me. It made it hard to choose a seat. I fell into one and waited until I could order a drink, watching the dancers.

A man came up to flirt with me. “Hi there. Buy you a drink?”

“I have one but I’ll take another, thanks.” I smirked up at him.

He chuckled and did in fact order me another. Good start.

“Did that earn a name?” “Half of one. Wakaba no Hime.” “... You’re a princess?”

Of course not.

“Don’t sound so surprised.” I laughed and took a long drag from my pipe.

“That’s impressive.” He finally took a seat.

“It’s not. Call me Wakaba.” “Alright, Wakaba.” He smiled. “I’m Shizuki.”

“You’re charmed, I’m sure.” I said lazily, taking a long drink from the new cup.

He chuckled again, “I am.”

“So what is it you do?” “I’m a trader. You?” “Nothing. I’m a vagrant.” I leaned back into my chair, getting comfortable while still listening to the shamisen.

“.. What? How?”

“Easily. I walk.” My head tilted to him and I opened one eye.

“How do you…”

“What? Think I can’t handle myself?” I tapped the hilt of my blade.

“.. I see.”

“Don’t worry. It only gets used when it needs to be.”

“Well, Wakaba.. Why don’t we take a walk, get to know each other?”

Blech.

“I’ve been walking all day. I have a better idea.” “Uh.. sure?”

I smirked and finished off both drinks, one after the other. I grabbed his hand and pulled him along. He still seemed confused until we arrived at my door. The look on his face as he processed what was happening was priceless.

“Wa-Wait. Are -- Is this --”

I nodded. “Relax.” I pushed open the door and tugged him in.

“.. Alright then!’ He smiled. I smirked. We had a good night.

Not all who wander are lost.

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#5 - Joy

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #5: Show of Hands

~Fahron~

It was mesmerizing. Rahni was clutching my shoulders as the dragon came to devour the princess. Myrrah was sitting calmly with a smile. I was nervous.

The fire flickered and shifted the light, making it all the more scary when the handsome prince stepped in at the nick of time. Rahni gasped.

“Yes! I’m gonna do that when I grow up!”

Myrrah chuckled under her breath. I never took my eyes away from the shadows. The princess ducked behind the prince’s shield when the fire breath came, and they both heroically survived.

The three of us were focusing on different things. Rahni was invested in the story. Myrrah was watching how each shadow moved and was caused by our mother’s movements behind us.

I was watching them, and my mother. The relationship between storyteller and audience. How mother would lengthen or exaggerate certain sections based on our responses. We were just as much a part of the story as she was herself.

Rihka Elikha could read a crowd. She knew who could be persuaded and pushed into buying more. It’s why she became a merchant. Her shadow dancing shows were only a fire and her hands. When it wasn’t her own daughters, she could make a good sum of gil.

The prince jumped forward and slew the dragon. It came crashing down and the princess was there to kiss him. A perfect ending.

If only life could be that way. It should be that way. I don’t know why we have to fight and suffer all the time. I’ll never understand it. But I can do my part to make it better.

I miss my mother, but I will always stand by her desire to bring joy to others.

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#4 - Caught

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #4: Saving Time

~Kumiko~

=Some time ago=

There’s a first time for everything.

My eyes focused in on the building in front of me. I knew my target.

Third floor. Eastern window. Room 27.

He hurt Miki. I will make him pay for it.

Enter through room 20. It’s empty. Saves time.

I had been practicing. I could do this. I was layered in all black. They wouldn’t see me.

First jump. Grab sil. Pull up to the right. Use banner pole. Leap. Grab sil. Open window. Enter.

I tracked my path. I went for it. Every step was precise and perfect. At the window I pulled out my hairpin and picked the lock.

My legs were tucked in as I rolled into the room. My target was close.

There’s someone here!

Asleep in the bed was a man. I couldn’t make out his features. This room was supposed to be empty. He was breathing deeply.

Leave.

I placed my hand on the door to exit —

I screamed in surprise but the sound was muffled. A hand was clamped over my mouth. I was held.

“Be silent. I want to talk. I won’t hurt you. Understand?”

Smooth voice. Young. Handsome? Not important. Threat? No choice.

I nodded. The hand left my mouth.

I turned around carefully and stared into a black mask. The bed was empty.

“Why are you here?” He was calm, collected, non-threatening.

“Room 27. The asshole inside hurt my friend.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I— I need to make him pay.”

“How?”

“Steal from him! Humiliate him? He deserves it!”

“No doubt he does. Think these things through before you act.”

“Who are you?”

“A fox who despises the privileged and the powerful as much as you do.”

“.. This room was supposed to be empty.”

“It is.”

“But —“

“Why did you enter this room?”

“It saved time. There wasn’t a more direct way to his room.”

“Unnecessary risk. Never assume you know what you don’t know.”

“I thought I did know, I checked —“

“Documents lie. People lie. You didn’t know.”

I growled in frustration. The man good naturedly laughed at me.

“.. What now?”

“You leave. Come back with a better plan. You failed. You make another attempt.”

“He hurt—“

“He isn’t going anywhere. He’ll still be an asshole tomorrow. When you have thought this through.”

“I’m supposed—“

“Yes. What are you wearing?”

“Black. So I won’t be seen.”

“I thought you were trying to make a statement.”

“I am.”

“You need to deliver a message. You are nobody.”

“And who the hell are you?”

“I am the Ebon Fox. Wealth will be their downfall.”

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#3 - Devotion

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #3: Adytum

~Evelyne~

My boat crunched into the sand as I pushed it into the beach. Nobody else was around. The soothing breeze and loud chirping of the birds that lived in the Lavender Beds put me at ease.

The stone I had carved his sigil into rested before me, and I knelt before it. The dragon crest stared down at me, glowing with his presence.

“Forgive me, Father. This is all the sanctuary I can provide but you deserve more. Thank you for guiding my path and instilling your virtues. By the Light of the Dawn.”

I stood to my feet and spent the next hour carving the sigil to make it more clear. A simple place. A small island among the rivers of the Shroud. I rested back against the stone, and before long I drifted off to sleep.

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#2 - Mute

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #2: Silenced

~Alexandra~

=Present Day=

I opened my mouth to speak and no sound came forth. Suddenly I was at a severe disadvantage in a room full of people. It was a simple assignment. Go to the ball, chat people up, get information. I’m a famous actress, after all.

Now my adoring fans stared at me, confused. I was shocked but did not show it, taking a long pull from my wine and smiling brightly.

I’m used to being the center of attention but this was different.

“Miss Maxwell? Are you alright?” The handsome man asked me kindly.

I nodded and attempted to hum but that too was a failure.

Is this someone’s doing? Am I a target?

I lifted my hand to wave the man off and quickly made my way to the washroom. Thankfully I had it to myself. I stared at myself in the mirror - my lovely golden curls still framing my face elegantly - and tried to scream. Nothing.

What could they want? How did they know to target me?

Someone entered. I straightened myself up. It was Catherine.

“Lizzie? I saw you run in here.”

I looked back at her at a loss.

“What? Are we not on speaking terms now?”

I shook my head.

“If this is about Lucas, I thought we agreed that—“

I interrupted her with a tight grip on her shoulders. I opened my mouth, I pointed.

She stared back at me. “Lizzie you’re being ridiculous and childish.”

I tried to sigh in frustration and instead simply flailed for a moment. I pointed at myself with both hands.

“Is this some game to get me to kiss you?” She teased at me.

I rubbed my face with my hands, careful of my make up.

“.. You cannot speak?”

I nodded.

“Why would that be the case?”

I lifted my arms in an exaggerated shrug.

“.. I see. Shall I take you home?”

I shook my head. I wasn’t successful yet. I had nothing to bring back to Freddie.

Catherine dropped a hand to her hip, “Then what are we to do?”

I took her hand into mine and stepped back out. I searched the crowd for anyone that could be from the Alliance.

Catherine followed along, if somewhat miffed at me. I brought her to a tall middle aged man and his trophy wife. A gorgeous one, brunette and all smiles.

Catherine introduced us, “Hello, good evening! My name is Catherine and this is Elizabeth. We’re actresses from the Lionheart Players. Would you be interested in a show some time soon?”

The wife lit up in delight, “Oh that sounds lovely! James, can we —“

The man grunted a response. “We don’t have the time or wish to pa—“

“You’ll be offered tickets this time free of charge, we simply want to entertain people and spread our name.”

I nodded enthusiastically, waggling my fingers at the wife.

Over the next few moments he warmed up to the gorgeous women offering him a free chance to make his wife happy. Catherine gave him complimentary tickets and we moved on.

“Lizzie this is rather difficult when I’m the only one speaking I hope you know.”

I rested my head in my hands in a girly pose, fluttering my eyelashes.

She laughed. “Yes yes you’re very cute.”

I nodded in agreement, then scanned the crowd again. Many were dancing now to a classical Ishgardian melody. That would make it more difficult. Two men were off to the side. Either they were having a taboo tryst together or sharing secrets. I love secrets.

I lead Catherine to a couple beside them. Handsome, indeed. My mind flashed with fantasies of them together before I snapped myself out of it.

Catherine introduced us like before to the couple. I smiled brightly while listening to the pair that was now behind me.

“We don’t all want peace. We need to strike before they press their advantage.”

“Garleans are clever bastards, how would we surprise them?”

I was not so lucky to receive a location, but over the next few minutes I gathered the names of officers and where they planned to be stationed. This, in addition to where their squadrons were moving across Othard would help us plan. It should be enough to make Freddie happy.

“Miss Maxwell, which role is your favorite?”

I focused in on the woman in front of me. I smiled.

Catherine was my voice, “Apologies, Lizzie has lost her voice tonight but I think she would tell you herself that she loves being the center of attention as a tragic lover, the lead princess.”

That was not strictly true but it was close enough.

The woman was delighted, asking us how she could get involved as an actress. Thankfully this time her boyfriend seemed to support her.

After several more fluffy conversations Catherine and I took our leave. I wrote on a page that I was calling it a night and thanked her for her help.

I beeped Freddie. I didn’t know how else to speak.

“Have you lost your voice? Go ahead, Alex. Tell me what you found.”

“...” I still had nothing.

Freddie laughed, “Alright. Now try again.”

“You know I cannot speak you arrogant fo—“ My voice came out, loud and true.

“Mm. What was that, Alex? Do you have something to say?”

“No, sir.”

“Good. Enlighten me.”

I explained everything I had found and heard until he was satisfied.

“You did this.” I challenged him.

“I had to know that you could still perform well under pressure. You passed. Enjoy your night.” The pearl went quiet.

I sighed. A real sound. I took out another bottle of wine and drank from it directly.

Now all that is left is for me to take my frustrations out with Catherine.

I cracked a smile to myself and left my room, determined to make this night a pleasant one.

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#1 - Waves

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s  FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #1: Submerged

~Keira~

=Present Day=

SPLASH

I emerged from the water and stared up at the sky, the sun currently hidden by the clouds.

Who are you?

Keira Rioux. Flame incarnate.

I held my hand up as I floated on my back and tried to snap my fingers. I knew it wouldn’t work. The mark that had imprinted itself in the back of my hand mocked me for my failure.

Why do I keep ending up here? Alone.

It’s not my fault. It is my fault. I can’t ever decide.

Alexandra. Liam. Gadieo. Mynxe. Trysten. Katarin.

Their faces flash through my mind.

Sil.

Imprisoned for doing the right thing. What the fuck is the point if good people suffer as much or more than awful ones?

I tossed my hair back and went under again, diving deep into the lake until it became nearly pitch black. I’d never done this before. I’d always hated the water.

I know Vivionsho would forgive me. I’m not punishing myself. I simply have nowhere to go.

I know who I am. Where do I belong?

Lonely. A whiney word for people who don’t have confidence. Or so I always thought. I never got lonely. I’ve always been alone. I grew up alone until Alex.

“I spent a good portion of my life in a dank little cell and I don’t think I’ve ever felt as lonely as you do.”

Mynxe’s words haven’t left me. What I defined as self-assured confidence has been loneliness all the same. Two sides of the same coin for me. Whether I was surrounded by people or not I’d always felt that way. I lived it for so long I never considered how much, deeply submerged in my self, it has always bothered me.

Suffocating. Need to go up for air.

I could stay here. Down in the depths. It would be easy. A few people would miss me but they’d get over it. The handful of people that still want to support me don’t gain anything from my presence.

Do you hear yourself?

The old me would hate the new me. Who needs emotions? Who needs to care about people? Who needs to feel these incredibly painful moments of loss or sadness?

You’re a fighter. Quit bitching.

Who needs to cry alone on a bed all day because someone broke your heart?

People do.

I am Keira Rioux. I am a lonely girl. I have fears. Hopes. Dreams. Emotions. And that’s okay.

You’re drowning.

I am a person.

My hand swirled through the water and created a current that shot me up… up…

SPLASH

In the air, I felt so free. It couldn’t last. But those fleeting moments of happiness make the rest of it all worth it, don’t they?

SPLASH

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#30 - Death

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #30: Frost

~Keira Rioux~

If anyone ever finds me at least they’ll have a laugh.

I had walked into a stone chamber deep underground, searching for a tome written by a Black Mage. I needed whatever I could to fight and save Gadieo.

But, there was a pressure plate I missed and a cage fell around me, jets of flame were coming closer and closer.

I needed to break the cage or block the fire.

-~-~-~-~-~-~

Click!

The candle lit. My hand closed, snuffed out my flame, twisted and pressed out towards the candle as if I wanted to push it. Nothing. The room went dark as I reset the candle.

Ice has always been my worst element. I suppose the reasons are obvious. Every time it rained I felt useless. I didn’t have my fire and I couldn’t use the water. I tried to guard myself against Gad with ice and earned a broken arm.

Click!

The candle lit, and I repeated the motion. Nothing. Reset candle.

It’s not ideal, but…

I walked to the kitchen and filled a bowl with water. I never forget how Coerthas looked that day, when we saw the moon crack and the weather changed forever.

I never wanted anything to do with ice. Ice ruined our lives. My father fell ill and didn’t last. Alex and I had to move. It was the beginning of the end.

Click!

The flame lit, my fingers sank into the bowl of water and swirled it around before raising up and pressing towards the flame. It went out, but only because I splashed it.

It was so difficult to concentrate. It felt like a betrayal of my very essence to make amends with blizzards.

Now I sound crazy.

Aether works like that for me. My fire is fueled by determination and pride, sometimes rage. It’s the core of who I am and ‘we’re’ symbiotic.

How do I do that with its opposite?

All I feel from ice is sadness and death. Fear of the unknown instead of excitement. Pain and heartache over passion and perseverance. Fire was new beginnings and life. Forests burned but only so new life could grow from the ashes.

What has a blizzard ever done for anyone?

Click!

Flame lit. My fingers swirled into the bowl.

Think of Alexandra. Gadieo. Sil. Liam. Vilette. Gegeruza. Izzy. Carry their strength. I’m not alone.

My hand lifted, dripping water, my palm pressed out and a puff of frost put out the flame.

Not much, but it’s a start.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

This is stupid.

I frantically reached for every canteen I had on my person and sat on the floor. The roaring of the flames made it impossible to hear anything else.

The canteens were opened and I spilled them all around me in a circle, trying to make a solid, connected line.

If I was anyone else the flames would be starting to burn me.

“Too close, too close, too close!”

Alex. Gad. Si— I don’t have time!

My hands swirled into the puddles on both sides, picking up water slowly, carefully.

The flames were on me, it had to be now.

I made the water form a rippling, unstable dome around me. It rained onto me as I struggled to hold it still, drenching myself. I focused in the last microsecond that I had and placed my palms flat up onto my new ‘ceiling’.

It froze. Ilm by ilm it spread through the water like a contagion, except it saved my life. The fire roared and hit my dome. It felt like I was facing a dragon. It began to melt and crack. The heat was beginning to seep back in.

I tried. Good luck Alex, wherever you are.

The dome broke and fell apart — and the flames stopped. The jets shifted back to their starting position. They were on a timer and I outlasted it.

I let out a massive sigh of relief as my lips curled into a proud grin.

Take that, Death. I used your element against you.

I jumped to my feet and bounced with adrenaline, my clothes were soaking wet but I didn’t care.

It took me another fifteen minutes to slowly burn the bars of the cage until I could bend them away, but I did, and left the chamber behind.

Now. To find that tome...

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#29 - Mysticism

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge 

Prompt #29: Prophecy

~Evelyne Lemieux~

-A long time ago-

Elliot dragged me through the market, smiling at anyone who passed by. He pulled me out of the house after another fight with father.

“Evie, look. I don’t care what he says.”

I wasn’t looking at him, I was fuming petulantly.

“I’m going to buy you whatever you like. You hate all those dresses? Fine. Pick something else.”

Now I did.

“.. Really?”

“Really.”

“What if they’re for a boy?”

“I’ll say they’re for me.”

Anything I want?

I nodded, a smile returning.

“Good girl.” He ruffled my hair and let go of my hand.

I spent the next hour going over market stalls. I picked out a few blouses, one dress, trousers, a pair of shorts, a tunic, and two shirts. Most of the merchants didn’t care what I picked, happy to make a sale.

A strange purple tent was set up off the path. I pointed to it.

“That’s a fortune teller, they wander around and give people prophecies.” My brother explained, in that voice he used while telling stories.

“Are they real?”

“Who knows? I believe they can be. Think about your nightly prayer. There are mysteries in the world.” He took my bags and brought me to the tent.

The mystic was a young, friendly looking miqo’te with striking ocean blue eyes, raven black hair, and dark skin.

The woman beamed at me. “Aren’t you precious!”

Elliot grinned back at her.

I gave her a grumpy look, “I’m thirteen.”

“Yes, ‘course, you’re nearly a grown woman!”

I nodded up to her, stepping forward to her table.

She flipped through a deck of cards, laying them out. I watched her with fascination. Elliot stood behind, arms crossed.

The woman chose three, laying them face down. The middle one was turned horizontally.

“For your beginnings,” the card flipped, “The Spear.”

I was admiring the artwork and barely heard her, refocusing my attention.

“Appropriate for an Ishgardian Knight, hm?” She grinned, showing her fangs.

My eyes lit up, looking back at Elliot in astonishment. He placed a finger to his lips.

“So I’ll.. I’ll really be a knight?”

“You will. Keep your chin up, and your ambition high. Follow your faith and Halone will stand beside you.” Her voice was soothing.

“Yes! Of course!” I smiled wide.

“Now, this is the reversal, the hardships you must face.” She flipped the middle card. “The Spire.”

My eyes blinked up at her.

“You rest in your well-made tower but everything you know will shatter. Make this a strength and not a weakness, push through it and persevere, and you will be greatly rewarded.” Her warm smile undercut the foreboding message.

A frown returned. “What — How will I know what to do?”

“Stay close to your brother, for he’ll always be with you.”

I nodded slowly.

“Finally,” the last card was flipped, “The Arrow.”

This was the prettiest card yet, oceans and forests creating a beautiful image.

“You will leave this snowy wasteland and walk your own path, free of the chains that constrain you.” Her ears flicked and I was curious about her tail, but didn’t want to be rude.

“So.. that’s it? After this.. ‘shattering’, I’ll be free?”

“Fate has a funny tendency of giving just as much as it taketh away. Your eyes scream for adventure. You were not born to live and die in this place.” Her hand reached over and patted me on the cheek.

Could all of it really be true? Is this what the Dawn Father has set before me?

Elliot smiled, “I’m Elliot and this is Evie. Thanks for your time Miss.”

“I’m Rikha, thank -you- for the time with your brave little sister.” She smiled up at him and winked.

He smirked back, flipping her a thousand-Gil coin.

“How generous! Thank you kindly Ser Elliot!”

Elliot laughed, “Just Elliot, thanks. Evie here is the little knight of the family.”

“I’m not little!” I pouted up at him.

“I know, I know. Just a figure of speech, jeeze.” He waved good bye.

“Thank you Miss Rikha!” I waved back too. I saw her tail swish as she stood up, fluffy and as black as her hair.

I’ll forge my own path.

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#28 - Passion

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #28: Rivalry

~Alexandra Rioux~

-Some time ago-

“My heart bleeds in such great sorrow, I wish there were no tomorrow!” My fingers grasped the dagger and drove it into myself, falling onto the wooden floor now stained with my blood. A gasp escaped me, a longing look to all the eyes watching me, before they closed forever.

You were brilliant.

I laid still, silent. My lover rushed to my side and fell to his knees, weeping.

The curtain fell. Applause lifted across the crowd before us.

Lucas, my ‘lover’ and leading man stood up with a grin and held his hand down to me. I eagerly took it and pulled myself to my feet, smiling back. We quickly rushed off stage.

This story was a personal favorite of mine. Young lovers in an arranged marriage each get involved in affairs and must choose between their duties or true love. My character tragically kills herself when she discovers her love chose to be with his wife after all. Alas, his wife still ends up with the other man, and he is left alone. Poetic, if melodramatic.

The curtain raised and our cast mates went out one by one to give their bows, the sounds of applause lifting and falling in time. We were small, only about twelve of us depending on which show we chose to perform.

It came time for the leads. Lucas tugged me out, still partially in character as he wrapped his arms around me and dipped me for a kiss in center stage. It may have been for show but it was real, and I happily returned it. The crowd ignited.

He knew how to play the game.

We took our bows properly together, and then our place in line as we linked hands and gave our final bow. The curtain fell.

Lucas parted from me with a wink and walked off-stage with Catherine, his ‘wife’ in the play and actual girlfriend. I did not feel jealousy over Lucas, but it was difficult not to feel the challenge.

Watching them walk off with a grin, my fingers waggled to wave goodbye. Catherine looked back at me and glared. I had ‘stolen’ this part from her in my audition. Three weeks ago she was the troupe’s leading woman.

I returned backstage to undress and wash the ‘blood’ off of myself, carrying on with my day.

-~-~-~-~-~-~

Our performances continued over the week and I could tell Catherine was becoming more and more resentful. She was smart, stylish, always full of poise, but I could tell. It was the same look I used to see on Keira. Barely contained rage directed towards me stifled with an air of haughty pride from her fierce desire for competition. I must admit I relished in it.

Lucas and I played it up on stage more. Sometimes he initiated -- made a kiss longer, touched me somewhere romantically -- sometimes I did. Either way, I encouraged him. It only helped our performances, truly.

After another such performance, and a few choice words to Lucas after the show, I retired to my tent.

My respite was not long.

“Elizabeth!!” Catherine, my new rival in love, shouted at me from behind.

Perhaps I could have been more tactful.

“We are friends and partners, you may call me Lizzy.” I calmly responded, turning to face her only after I spoke. My lips curled into a smirk, a hand falling to my hip.

“You — You harlot!” She stomped towards me, entering my tent, her chest heaving in her dress.

It was dark, shortly after a performance. Nobody else was nearby but they would be.

“Perhaps we should not make a scene, hm?” My words were honey sweet.

“How -dare- you. He told me what you offered him.” Her beautiful green eyes blazed with that look. Pure passion.

“I offered him no different than I do anyone else I find compelling. I am not blind, and he is handsome.” I was only making her more angry.

It looks good on her.

“He’s -mine-. I don’t want you anywhere near him. This isn’t a contest. You can’t -win- this.” Her finger poked into my chest.

“And how do you suggest I do that on stage every night? Blow him kisses? Unfortunately it is, and I am a sore loser, dar—“

SMACK

She slapped me, hard. My head rang as I turned back to face her, her hands trembling, her gorgeous brunette hair disheveled and messy.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

“I have a different solution.” My eyes fell onto hers, focused.

I could get lost in those.

“You don’t have anything I could possibly wa—Mmh!”

I silenced her with a kiss. I took the risk that in spite of her anger she was feeling what I felt. When she returned the kiss I knew I was right.

My back slammed up against my mirror as she pushed me up against it, the kiss heated up explosively. I grabbed her and shoved her back onto my bed, following after.

“I imagine we will call this a tie?” I grinned over her.

Her fingers gripped my hair and pulled me back in.

I love theatre.

[aeveriedreams]

#27 - Caged

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #27 - Foot in Mouth

~Evelyne Lemieux~

-A long time ago-

Another day, another obnoxious dinner party. 

Sometimes I felt like mother and father only cared about me to dress me up and show me off like a doll. Elliot got out of it by being away training to become a knight. Something honorable.

As much as I hated it, I was good at it. Whenever we’d meet I’d play my part and smile and be silent like a good daughter.

I stepped gracefully down the stairs in my black dress, looking over the company we had. A ‘rival’ family, an older gentleman and a lady and their son; a pompous blonde my age. Surely a future suitor like most have been.

Best behavior.

The dining table had been lengthened for guests and we as the ‘children’ were sat together. My father was already playing his games, talking about business investments with the head of their house. Our mothers sat together across from us, watching us while pretending not to.

For then I sat ‘alone’, merely an illusion, with the boy.

“It’s nice to meet you after everything I’ve heard.” He faced me, speaking softly.

What has he heard?

“Mhm. Evelyne.” I politely gave him my name but nothing more.

“My name is long and dumb so you can call me Harry.” He gave a friendly smile.

I finally turned to look him over, accidentally meeting his eyes. He was upright, proper, and admittedly handsome.

How can I trust anything he says?

“Alright Harry. What do you do for fun?”

“I’m going into the family business, but I’ve grown fond of the chocobo we keep. I enjoy entertaining guests, especially ones as lovely as you.”

I’d had it. This was the fourth dinner meeting in a single week and I was sick of it. Sick of all the fakery and strange boys seeking me out based on arrangements I had no say in.

“I’m going to be a knight, like my brother. I practice by going out into the courtyard and picking up sticks, care to join me?” I gave him an obnoxious, frustrated smile.

“-Evelyne-!” My mother keyed into our conversation and pretended to be surprised. She knew who I was, she just wanted to beat it out of me.

I don’t care what you want.

Harry was taken aback, he was about to respond when my mother override him. He froze, unsure of how the game could be played now that I flipped the table over. Metaphorically, of course.

“No really. It’s true. All of these stupid—“ I pushed up from my seat.

“Evelyne you will be silent and polite this minute.” She tried again. Our fathers seemed to give their attention in our direction.

“Lady Lemieux do not fret, I’m not appal—“ Harry made an attempt, promptly cut off by his mother giving him a dagger-laced stare.

“To your room.” Father had arrived.

“Father how can you—“ Anger came flooding up from inside me.

“To. Your. Room.” I saw his hand twitch and I thought for a moment he may hit me. I wanted him to. At least then I could get it all out. The years of being sequestered and locked away.

I let out an aggravated, unladylike scream and stormed off. I gave one last look at Harry, and he was actually smiling. Genuinely.

I should have given him a chance.

None of it mattered now. It was done and I had ruined the discussion. My door slammed behind me and I stripped off my dress and fell into bed. Tears came to me out of anger.

I would have a lot to make up for it but I didn’t care. Harry’s father wouldn’t bother to return. My parents would punish me.

When Elliot comes home, he’ll fix it. He always fights for me.

[aeveriedreams]

#26 - Dawn

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge 

Prompt #26: Sacred

~Evelyne Lemieux~

Father give me strength,

I need your aid for I cannot stave off the evils of the world alone,

My blade shines for great justice,

But I am mortal, and I have many fears,

I must not become what I seek to abolish,

This task is my own,

I will earn my victories, and always be merciful,

All I need is for you to guide my hand, so that I may know I am on the true path,

I wish to overcome the challenges that have been set before me,

Grace me with your gifts and I will pursue our enemies,

I am your champion now and forevermore,

Your faithful servant for all that you stand for,

May the light of the Dawn shine for me.

[aeveriedreams]

#25 - Life

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #25: Obsolete

~Evelyne Lemieux~

-A short time ago-

I had to see it. The place Elliot had fought. The crystallized wasteland of Mor Dhona stretched out before me. I had no intention of going near the castrum, my eyes catching on the junked obsolete airships formerly of Baelsar’s fleet.

So much devastation. It was a mini-Calamity. I couldn’t imagine how many lives were lost. The Garleans had to be ended. They needed to face judgement for their crimes against all Spoken.

There must be a way that we could fight back. A way to make them meet their consequences. I kept my distance from the wildlife, going under the shade of a large wreckage. I would make Elliot proud.

Scanning the valley, I searched for any Garleans that may disturb me. I didn’t want a fight, but I would give them one if I must.

Wahk!

A strange, small sound came from behind me, hidden away in the ship. I climbed in to take a look, following the sounds as they repeated. Old machinery creaked when I took each step, blood staining the floor.

Whahk!

Tucked away inside the darkness I found the source. An adult chocobo lay dead, with a little one beside. Grief pained me as memories rushed back, but I fought through it.

“Heyy.. little guy.. are you a guy?” I had spent little time with chocobo at home. My parents enforced that it was a job for servants. But I always wanted one.

The chick fluttered his wings, expecting his mother to return to attention. My heart cracked. Whatever happened, he was all alone.

You’re like me.

I knelt down and offered my hand out to him, searching through my pouch for some berries.

“Sorry I don’t have any gysahl. I’ll get some for you.” My voice tried to be sweet but it cracked too.

“Wahk-wahk!” The chick hopped over to me and pecked at the berries.

I looked over him and confirmed he was male, I knew that much.

“I’m going to call you Caedwyn. Do you like it?”

“Wahk.” His head tilted and he looked up at me expectantly.

A smile curled onto my lips, pulling out a few more berries for him.

He warmed up to me enough to ruffle the feathers on his head, letting him eat before picking him up and sitting him in an open pouch.

“When you grow up big and strong you’ll be carrying me around, but for now it’s my turn.”

“Warhk!” His eyes blinked, head tilting this way and that after he was in his new position. I was worried he would try to squirm away but he didn’t. His feathers ruffled and he settled in.

“I’m Evelyne, by the way. But my brother called me Evie.” I explained it softly, as if he cared.

I must be lonely.

“Wahrk.” Caedwyn stared back at me.

I’m not going to let you be lonely too.

[aeveriedreams]

#24 - Hope

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #24: Standing in Line

~Alexandra Rioux~

-A long time ago-

The Calamity had struck. We struggled for two months before our father succumbed to his illness. We buried him ourselves. Silas, father of the Loraires, had just sent us a letter with his condolences and an offer to stay with him in Ul’dah. We did not have much of a choice, but I thought it sounded fun.

We packed up everything we owned — there was not much — and left on our walk South. Keira took father’s passing hard, not that she showed it. I saw no tears or complaints. The same grumpy frown adorned her face, trying to look stern and powerful. I knew the girl trapped inside screaming at the heavens.

I miss him too. Daddy was my world until Keira. I barely remember Mom.

The show must go on.

We made it as far as the edge of the Shroud, watching other refugees pass us by as we made camp. Keira had not said a word in hours.

She had just lost her best friend too, who ran off to fight with the Flames before the Calamity.

Poor foolish girl. Dying for a cause that would not appreciate what you gave it.

I wanted to help my sister but what could I do? I gave her a smile as I adjusted my dress. Her eyes flickered to me and I saw the fury inside, but it softened for me.

“Keira, can I—“ It was an attempt doomed to failure.

“I’m fine.” She snapped quickly. We both knew that was a blatant falsehood, but I did not press her.

Simply nodding back, I set up my own side of the camp, ready to drift off to sleep.

I hope she can too.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

Days passed, mostly filled with each other’s silent company. There seemed to be moderate improvement in the amount of life she had, save that it was spent on burning whatever she safely could. I was not afraid, only concerned.

“Keira, we should be there shortly, do you have plans?” I tried to get her attention, even if the question was inane.

“We help Silas. We get jobs.” The answer was straightforward, said in her clean precise way of speaking when she did not wish to reveal anything of how she felt.

You are not as clever at hiding it as you think, dear sister.

“What would you like to do?”

“It doesn’t matter. We’re going to be waitresses and clean up for him. There’s no choice in it.”

I knew she was right, although I hoped she was not. I wished to be an actress, and Ul’dah was not a terrible beginning for it. Keira should be a scholar, with her love of books and natural intelligence.

I will find a way for us to both have what we want.

“If we pay him for the cost of living, surely we could work however we wish to.”

“He’s taking us in out of kindness and friendship. We’re getting discounted costs -because- we’ll be working for him. I can’t have you running off on me just because you’re obsessed with being famous.” She growled at me.

I can scratch too.

“Ah yes, I forgot we must resign ourselves to misery. Silly me.” I stood tall, refusing to roll over simply because she was mad.

“Alex they’re going to prey on us, you know Ul’dah is a scum pit don’t you? They’re going to try to take you into a brothel!” Her feet fell heavier as we walked across the arid plains of Thanalan.

“Would that be so bad? I think I would enjoy that sort of variety and spice in my life.” I grinned back at her playfully. I had little interest in it, truth be told, but if she was going to be bitchy I was going to annoy her.

“What are you -talking about-! That’s the worst thing that could happen!” I noticed an ember spark from her hand, but paid it no mind.

“Certainly. Removing the stick you have up you and enjoying something for once in your life would ruin your whole image.” My voice was calm and breezy, playing off her easily.

Keira fumed at me and walked on ahead. That conversation was over. Hopefully we were almost there.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

Ul’dah loomed large above us, the large gates threatening to leave us out to die in this dreadful heat. Keira was arguing with the guards at the door, as long lines of frightened people and refugees waited for their chance to be let in.

I saw representations of every race, young and old, crying babies and beautiful women with faces stained from tears and dirt. Keira was angry, again, but she knew better than to threaten authorities with her magic and she fought to keep it at bay. I could see it, but they were unlikely to notice.

My sister returned with a level four frown, nearly her highest.

“We have to wait in line, regardless if we’re starving or kids. Assholes.”

“’Tis only fair, look at everyone else here. Perhaps we could sneak in from a different point in the city.”

Keira’s frown raised to level five.

“We wouldn’t have documentation. They’d throw us out. I thought Silas could have done something for us.”

“He still can. Do not count out opportunities before they are known.”

She rolled her eyes at me, fell into the back of the line onto her pack, unhidden from the sun, and waited.

He did not. We waited the full amount, which ended up being three days. At least on the third day we were mostly shaded by the city walls.

There were sights I always longed to see. The bustling market of Ul’dah was one of them. The Calamity did nothing to break the spirit of trade and desire for coin. Life must go on.

I mentally formed a list of every beautiful dress I would purchase later, grinning at every passerby whose eyes lingered on us. Keira made a beeline through to Silas’ establishment. I did not fight her on it, as much as I wanted to spend the rest of my day in that market street.

A few steps off the main roads lay the Golden Chocobo, a restaurant we knew quite well from the many days we had visited with Daddy. It cannot have looked all that well for the public image as two tired, frustrated and dirty girls stepped in and quickly rushed upstairs. I did all I could to smile and wave. I even blew a kiss to a pretty brunette, something I had been practicing.

Silas was upstairs to greet us and pulled us both into a tight hug. When Keira had lost her best friend, Silas lost his daughter. I felt uncomfortable intruding.

“Thank you a thousand times Mister Loraire. If you do not mind I am going to take a well deserved bath. Keira, I will let you know as soon as you can too.”

Keira nodded at me, “Yeah. Take your time and enjoy it Alexandra.” A smile cracked at her lips, it was only at level one, but the first I had seen on her in a week.

I rushed off to the washroom and did exactly what I intended, falling into a long, hot, comforting bath.

Enjoy the little things, Alex.

[aeveriedreams]

#23 - Respite

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #23: Free (( It was the free day, but I’m going to pretend that’s the prompt word. ))

~Evelyne Lemieux~

-Some time ago-

I could no longer support the knighthood. Their corruption was too deep. They didn’t stand for what I stand for, and so I will walk my own path.

Where is my own path?

I set out into the frozen wastes of Coerthas, wanting to get as far away from “home” as possible. I didn’t have much traveling experience but Elliot had taught me enough to get by with camping. I would make it.

-~-~-~-~-~

Entering the Shroud for the first time is an experience I’ll never forget. Trees, rivers, streams, frogs and the sounds of birds echoing off of every branch in the canopy above. It was alive in a way I had never seen. Even with my steps light, my armor made enough noise I couldn’t make friends with the local wildlife.

I took the time to enjoy the sights, staying away from anything that looked particularly nasty. The sword on my back appeared to make the opposite point for me. As I continued south, the tree line opened up into a little glade; the perfect place to camp.

The water looked serene, a stream running through to keep it fresh. I could use a wash. I walked the perimeter of the trees four times, making sure there wasn’t anything that was going to jump out at me. Afterwards, I finally tried to relax.

Doffing my armor was a process I had gotten much better at, able to do it efficiently and quickly. I stripped down completely and entered the water. It was cold but I didn’t care. It was exactly what I needed after so many days of travel.

I sank down all the way to my shoulders, the water luckily deep enough for my tall frame. My sword was resting on the bank within reach, if it was necessary.

“You know you really should be more careful, anyone could show up out here.” A voice came from behind me, I gave a start and began to stand up before I remembered the state I was in. It was obnoxious, not unlike how a bird would sound if one could speak.

“Easy, easy! I’m not even looking. You can enjoy yourself. Don’t mind me.” It was casual, light. Not dissimilar to Elliot but also more childish.

“What do you want?” My voice came out as stern as I could make it.

“Nothing! I was just coming back to one of my favorite places to make camp. And you were here. I wasn’t spying on you. Unless you want me to, then I’d be happy to.” I could hear the annoying smirk in his voice.

“I most certainly do -not- want you to.” I stated with a huff.

“Your wish is my command, your Highness.” Somehow he sounded sincere and sarcastic at the same time.

Does he know where I’m from or am I just that easy to read?

“.. So now what?” I asked the trees. “Come down where I can see you.”

“You do know that if you can see me, I can see you, right?”

A blush heated my cheeks, but I wasn’t going to show him that.

“Whenever you’re dressed again I’m going to make camp here too. That’s all.” He answered in my silence.

“Fine. I’ll leave.”

“Why? It’s a free forest. I don’t mind the company.”

“But -I- do.”

“Allergic to friends, are you?”

“No, just obnoxious criminals.”

“Now -that’s- a strong judgement on my person. We just met!”

“Am I wrong?”

“No. But you might have been! Don’t judge books by their first pages or however that goes.”

Should I trust him? What would Elliot do?

“.. Alright. Let me finish up. And the phrase is don’t judge books by their covers.” I grumbled back.

“That’s it. Take your time!” came the chirp from the treeline.

There wasn’t anything for it, I had to trust he’d be respectful. With a weary sigh I stood up, dried off, and dressed into a tunic and trousers.

“Alright. It’s safe.”

The branches nearby rustled softly and a blonde elezen man landed before me. Two daggers rested on his hips, with a light leather padding for protection. He looked nimble and agile, brimming with confidence.

“Do I have the pleasure of learning the princess’ name?” He grinned at me.

I stood up and held my hand out begrudgingly, but politely. “Evelyne. I usually go by Evie.”

“Caedwyn. I usually go by whatever a pretty girl wants to call me.” He shook my hand.

I sighed, stepping away to make my camp.

“I’m kidding! It’s nice to meet you, Evie.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I responded back, chuckling under my breath.

I could use a guide for the Shroud. Maybe I was lucky.

[aeveriedreams]

#22 - Hero

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #22: Monster

Warning: Language, threatening

~Keira Rioux~

-Some time ago-

I usually stay out of other people’s affairs, but sometimes you need to stand up.

“S-Stop! Stop grabbing me asshole!” A miqo’te girl was struggling against a much larger hyur man.

“Allie just -calm down- alright?” He was aggressively moving in on her, holding her arm while she fought back.

“I don’t want to, you can’t make me, I’m not your pet!” The girl kept screaming at him, and he didn’t relent.

“I didn’t say you were, now -quit it-.” He grabbed both of her arms and tugged her closer. “You’re making a scene.”

“Of course I’m making a scene!” Her ears were folded back, her tail fluffed out and straightened.

I had had enough. I stepped up to them, focusing on the man aggressively.

“If the woman told you to let her go, you need to.” My voice was firm.

“Miss, you don’t understand. Stay out of it.” His teeth gritted, glaring back at me.

“Y-yes! Thank you! Stop him he’s.. he’s hurting me!” She pleaded with me.

I moved in and pushed him back. He finally let go of the girl.

“I understand that you’re not listening when a girl is demanding you stop.” I growled back at him.

“Because she’s fucking crazy! I was just —“ He shouted at me, the first time he raised his voice.

“I don’t care.” I clicked my fingers, the flame coming to life as I held it ilms from his face.

I heard the scream but didn’t know what it meant. Then the fist connected with the side of my face. The flame went out and I stumbled away.

Both of them ran off together, getting away from the freak girl with fire in her hands.

She had hit me. Of course she did.

Fucking idiot.

I watched them run off and rubbed at what was surely going to be a black eye. She asked me for help but of course she wouldn’t want me to burn her boyfriend alive. Not that I would have. The fire was just a threat.

You wanted to play hero, but you became the monster.

[aeveriedreams]

#21 - Song

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast ‘s FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt #21: Wind

~Fahron Elikha~

I love walking out to the cliffside in La Noscea, looking off into the ocean. I’ve been practicing Sil’s flute a lot, and listening to the wind blow by can be inspiring. It’s as if Llymlaen herself is singing to me, inspiring me to learn something new.

My ears swiveled and caught birdsong; my flute tried to match them too. I was kind of successful. I wonder what’s next for me. The war kept me busy but now it’s been pretty relaxing. It was hard coming to terms with that mess. Killing someone for the first time, like a good soldier. But it was to save Jahan, that makes it worth it, right?

Storms and tornados happen and bring destruction but the rest of the time they help birds fly and carries seeds to start new life. All the good you bring the world can make up for the bad, can’t it? That’s all I want. I’m not greedy or ambitious. I just want to see people smile when I sing, or when they put on a new outfit. I owe so much to all my friends, I only hope I give them something in return.

It’s all connected though. We all raise each other up, sometimes we bring each other down. Nothing is ever purely one-sided. Even though it felt that way with Oliver sometimes, now it doesn’t. And now I have Sil anyway. It’s stable and strong and we never fight and she always makes me smile. I’m just gonna keep writing songs and doing what I do. Does anybody truly need more than that?

I fell into my thoughts, closed my eyes, and played a new tune to match the wind as it picked up and blew my hair into my face. I could stay for another few hours.

My song is still playing, and we all sing it together.