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「AETHERIAL WIND」

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That One Time when Y'shtola was even more Savage than any ShB Savage raid. [x]

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We Scions will fight. Until the heavens fall. Until our last breath.

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When Thancred figures out how to fluster Y’shtola back tho

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it’s been too long… clearly.

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Anyway, an eternal bonding ceremony may be in the makes. 👀

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" hey. i'm not going anywhere without you. that's a promise. " for the rescue-related prompts? 😊

Went with Y'shtola x Thancred, set at the big battle in 5.3

Cutting for spoilers

“Go,” says Y’shtola. The approaching spectral warriors are a wall of light. They emit a strange heat–like standing too close to one of Cid’s machines. It sinks into Thancred’s bones like the hottest day in Ul'dah never has.

Urianger has the three younger ones protected as they battle their own encroaching horde. Nerys has long fled to the Tower with the Exa-with G’raha to put an end to it all.

And Y’shtola looks at this amassing, unwieldy horde; looks at the way it threatens to flank them both and cut them off from assistance. There is a resolve in her he does not like. It pulls him to that awful night in the sewers when they shared what seemed to be their last duet of magic and blades.

He doubts she plans on invoking the power of Flow. And even if she does...there is no pulling her from it a third time. Not with the Elementals and her sister on another world; not with Emet-Selch dead.

Thancred puts his back to hers, raising his gunblade. “Hey. I'm not going anywhere without you. That's a promise.”

“Thancred,” she says as magic crackles around her. Prickles the hair at the back of his neck, raises chills and flesh along his arms. “There’s still an opening for you. to escape”

“Maybe you didn’t hear me.” Thancred takes aim. “Or my promise.”

For a moment she does not reply. Her back is stiff against his and he feels the tension in her; shivers as her magic licks at the air around him. Reminding his body of a time when it used to wield...well, never anything of her caliber. But aether used to flow through his hands as easily as it did for her.

“Oh...very well.”

“Thank you ‘Shtola.” A smile curves his lips. “Now my lady, may I have this dance?”

“Careful Thancred. One of these days I’ll think you mean all these flirtations.” And she smiles back.

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You would know best Thancred.

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Jennifer Lawrence at TIFF in 2017

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Even if 99% of the human population doesn’t find you attractive, there is still 75,270,000 people that do find you attractive.

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If USA fails at least we have USB

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✨Curious Zelda ✨