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[anneapocalypse]

I feel like I'm going to have to do some narrative time fudging to make it make sense that Tataru and Yugiri make it to Camp Dragonhead before the Warrior of Light and Alphinaud after the banquet, because Tataru makes a point of saying she went back and waited at the Waking Sands first, and only when no one showed up did they head north in hopes the others had gone to Coerthas. Meanwhile the WoL seems to come straight out of the watercourse, and get picked up by Brennan/Bremondt/Brendt, and then Cid takes them in his airship. I don't think we're ever told how Tataru and Yugiri traveled? Or at least I haven't found it. May need to rewatch some cutscenes again.

[infernalurge]

I'm so sick of living in a crowded tiny fucking apartment with paper thin walls and assholes who have the TV on 24-fucking 7. I basically live with the YAPYAPYAPYAP of the god damn TV in my ear. the sensory hell I've been dealing with this last year is fucking ;HLGDS;H

[gatesofhypnos]

New batch of codes for the first out of four splits I made with Cory. We released it four years ago. Still proud of it.

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[neverending-agony]

He can't explain why, but there's immediate distrust seeing Evelynn.

“Don’t look at me that way, love.”

Her eyes narrow to lazy slits, glowing cat-yellow. Her smile is easy and coaxing.

“It makes me want to pull your eyes out that much more.”

[learnativenglish]

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[mysilversen]

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[feryagame]

💔❤I will always love and support you, please, just don’t get away from us, you live in my heart 😍❤😘 #Got7Forever https://www.instagram.com/p/CJ3zuP-hlGd/?igshid=svmmibt50nj8

[korechiro]

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[anneapocalypse]

Today we are having a good time lampshading how absurd it is that the whole premise of Heavensward is the WoL and Alphinaud fleeing Ul'dah for Coerthas because they're wanted fugitives, and then when Pipin and Urianger find a lead, they have to go back to Ul'dah to meet them, for some reason. In the Hall of Flames. Surrounded by Ul'dahn soldiers, and standing ten feet from the Quartermaster who, if the WoL is a Flame officer (which Ariane is!) knows their face, their shoe size, and probably their favorite sandwich.

How strange it was to be back in Ul'dah The banquet seemed a lifetime ago. Ariane herself felt like a ghost. For a wanted fugitive, she turned no heads in the street, and she had to wonder whether and her companions had been overcautious, even, after their flight to Coerthas. In her mourning garments, with her hair cut short, perhaps she did not much resemble the image of the Warrior of Light people had come to know—those who knew her face at all, which in the grand scheme of things, was not many. The average Eorzean artisan, merchant, or laborer no more knew the face of the Warrior of Light than she had known the face of the Elder Seedseer when she'd been a girl in a rural hamlet on the outskirts of the Twelveswood. Still, she couldn't help thinking it was a bit overconfident of them to convene right here in the Hall of Flames where anyone might see them. The Quartermaster, surely, would know her face even in her present state. At any moment one of her own squad—sorely neglected in her absence, she thought with some shame—might walk out of the barracks and see their erstwhile Commander standing there in the Hall, dressed like some mummer's farce of an Ishgardian noblewoman. Marshal Tarupin, however, seemed unconcerned.

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[anneapocalypse]

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[anneapocalypse]

WIP What day is it?

Thank you for the tag, @ishgard!

Tagging @farfromdaylight @rakshadow @ialpiriel @inquisimer @chocochipbiscuit @ecosystem-administrator @about2dance and anyone else who wants to share.

Posting a bit of a longer excerpt from "Harsh Light" today, because talking about Ariane's childhood in Mor Dhona had me thinking of it.

***

Mor Dhona was mostly crystal now.

Ariane's memories of those early years were fuzzy, the edges long-softened by time and by what had come after. But the land remembered, perfectly imperfectly.

Those few that could had fled early by aetheryte, but they were the privileged few. Most families, Ariane's included, had thronged to carriages and airships, because they or their children were attuned to no aetherytes where they might away quickly, or they simply lacked the requisite anima to teleport at all. Ariane had been twelve, her sister Gratienne eleven, and though Mother had long said that one day they would take them to see Gridania, they had never yet been outside Mor Dhona.

When they'd fled, it had been with the hope that they would one day return. That whatever ruin they might find of their homes and livelihoods could be rebuilt, that their village of Silvertear Falls with its cozy little strip of inns and shops, would survive.

It took mere days for the news to reach them, in the refugee camps on the outskirts of the Black Shroud, that there was no going back.

-

It was difficult even to pinpoint where their house had once been. Ariane had now spent considerable time in North Silvertear, in the days of the expedition to the the Crystal Tower, and always she had been strangely aware that she was not far from where she had grown up—where once had stood their old family home, with the herb gardens and hothouse and the little shop up front where Mother had sold their yield, and Father kept the books, pushing his spectacles absently up his long nose as he bent over the ledger by lamplight. Next door, her childhood best friend's house. A few doors down, the inn owned by a Roegadyn family whose daughter she went to school with.

All this she could still see, somewhat, in her mind's eye, but to map it exactly onto the crystallized landscape of the present was all but impossible. Even the shoreline no longer matched the one she remember. It may as well have been a different place. Only the wreck of the Agrius, rising from the lake as a spire entwined with the dragon's husk, stood as proof, pinning past to present.

There was a leathery flutter of dragonet's wings at her ear, familiar now.

"I remember you," Ariane said, not turning to face him at her shoulder, but nodding toward the sky. "From that day…"

"Thou art a child of the Lake. Aye. Thinkest thou I did not know?"

"Why would you? I was one child in the crowd. The sight of you in the sky was rather more memorable, I should think."

In typical fashion, Midgardsormr did not explain himself. Ariane supposed that when you were a great wyrm, you did not often need to explain yourself. "Thou hast come home, then, mortal child?"

"No," Ariane said truthfully, gesturing at the crystallized ground. "What home? There's naught left of it to come back to. There never was."

"Thou speakest true," the dragon mused. "Then why hast thou come?"

"To remember, I suppose," Ariane said, and after a moment added, "Just for a moment. To remember why I can't go back."

The dragon uttered a thoughtful rumble. "Aye, child. This I well know."

She was quiet for a moment. "I suppose you would." It was a sobering thought. Ravaged though it was by battle and by aether, still Lake Silvertear lay where it always had, even if its shorelines had shifted.

-

What Ariane remembered was red skies, and the shape of a dragon in flight—the first she had ever seen. Midgardsormr. Ariane had known the name; everyone in Silvertear Falls knew of the Father of Dragons, the Keeper of the Lake, whose name was invoked for protection in matters great and small.

But to see him—to see the great wyrm, the span of his wings broad enough to black out the sun when he swooped low—

No one is ever prepared to meet their god.

Ariane would only later understand that Midgardsormr had arisen, calling forth from Dravania a legion of his children, to drive back the Imperial forces that had invaded their home. At the time, only twelve years old, it had been a blur of horrors. Garleans, dragons, the sky burned red. A crowded carriage in which she and Grati had huddled with Mother and Father. The anxious kweh, kweh! of the draft chocobos, skittish with the noise and the smoke. The shouting of people demanding or begging to be let onto the airships that had closed their gates, unable to bear any more weight and still fly safely.

She thought of this, and of a lone dragon traversing the great expanse, carrying with him but seven eggs, and the hope of his people.

[anneapocalypse]

Zero Context WIP Game

I have been tagged again, and so I shall share again! Thank you for the tag, @barbex.

If you’re tagged, make a new post and share 1-2 (a few) sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context – Let your followers guess!

I never knew your parents well. Difficult people to get to know, my father would say. I suppose the same could be said of you, my dear… but you know I always relished a challenge. You got me to pick up a book… I got you to hit back now and again, even if it was with a carbuncle rather than your fists. The first time you gave one of those little shites a whack with its tail and sent 'em scrambling! Now, that made me proud.

Tagging: @delicatefade @ir0n-angel @bluewren @crackinglamb @warpedlegacy and anyone else who'd like to play today!

[anneapocalypse]

WIP Tag Game

Ye olde rules: If you’re tagged, make a new post and share 1-2 (a few) sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context -- Let your followers guess!

Thank you for the tag, @crackinglamb!

Two snippets from two companion fics I'm working on side by side:

(1)

Such were the words he had spoken to his companions, seeking in them the comfort of certainty, of purpose. So had he endeavored with all his heart to believe as his footsteps had carried him along his solitary path home. And yet his heart felt barren as the sky at new moon, a gnawing hollow that threatened to engulf him utterly.

(2)

Without, her body moved rotely, doing what was asked of it. Her spectacles were taken, at length, from Alphinaud, and placed back on the aching bridge of her nose. Her body set itself upright, after a spell, and imbibed the hot sweet tea that was pressed upon it. Distantly she knew the sweetness on her tongue, cloying and strange. Her head throbbed, and her vision split and then righted itself, but she did not collapse again.

Tagging: @chocochipbiscuit @dreadfutures @farfromdaylight @ialpiriel and anyone else who wants to play!