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Nabi Kharlu for Lehko’a Nhali

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Handsome || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

“Hm. I don’t know that any of those words are really right. There is a bit of a mysterious air about him, but also a glimpse of kindness. I think all that makes him quite handsome.”

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

“Of course not. He is spoken for. But even if he wasn’t with Ghoa, I don’t think I am his type. And I too am spoken for.”

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

“Ghoa trusts him.” She leans in. “And much more. So I trust him too. It takes someone special to win a heart of someone like her.”

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

“He visited me recently, and gave me some insight on things I was struggling with. He is a very sharp person. But… also caring too. He told me I can ask him for help should I ever need it, and… I think can trust him in doing so.”

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

“Didn’t I mention he is with Ghoa? I don’t have those kind of feelings for him. I just want to get to know him better. And… call him friend.”

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

“We haven’t talked much. Only when it was necessary for a friend’s sake. But I think there is a fascinating person there. And someone who is good at heart. I think having tea with him would be very interesting. He might find it boring though…”

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

“I already consider him a friend, you see. I just have a good feeling about him. I don’t think he’ll prove me wrong.”

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[gyrabanian]

“You’ll be back.” for ko'a and amha jjdjaskjhd

three words prompts;

Dark tresses spilled over her bare shoulders, blackened fingertips clutching weakly at her own arms in a hug he would not spare her. Her eyes peer across the dim, quiet room at the man who was once her king, the moon above, the everything in her veins, as he drew a shirt slowly over the gnarled scar that claimed the expanse of his back. It disappeared, just like he would in due time, and she looks away. It was terribly cold, all of a sudden, despite that they had just been entangled with one another.

The feeling that settled in her gut, she wasn’t sure if he was love or hate, or something else, but it felt like sharp rocks. Pins and needles. A hairline fracture in glass just replaced.

Dryly, she swallows, and whispers, “So you’re leaving, then?”

“When aren’t I?”

The answer is, of course, expected. No matter what he said, no matter the way he touched her, the wolf always left the lamb. Looking down at her knees, thin as they were, she raises a hand to touch at the smeared lipstick that ran across her cheek.

He’s just closed the door when she says, “You’ll be back.”

But it’s less to him, and more to herself.And it brings her no comfort.

[sea-and-storm]

COMFORT ;  Drabble (Ghoa)

[TRIGGER WARNING]  Gonna just.. go ahead and slap one of these bad boys up here. This is a heavy drabble, and there’s a lot of elements of ptsd / trauma, alcoholism and other really questionable coping mechanisms. (Also vague implication of sex, but nothing explicit on that front.)

If that’s not your thing, then please take care of yourself and avoid this drabble, and just suffice to say that ya’ girl Ghoa has been having a really not great time after coming back from the ruins. (Thank you, Dice Gods, for that lovely ‘2′ that you gave me on the ‘How fucked up is Ghoa gonna be?’ roll.)

Ghoa's eyelids squeezed stubbornly shut against the sunlight filtering in through the openings in the blinds, a soft noise of irritation leaving the back of her throat as she turned her head to bury her face in the soft pillow beneath her. Yet try as she might to stall the inevitable, the damage was already done. Within moments, the Xaela was letting loose a frustrated whine as she turned her head out to face the window again, fixing the intruding light with a bleary, half-lidded glare for all the good it did. No matter how withering her stare, the first proud rays of Azim's dawning light would not be dissuaded.

Knowing then that a return to sleep would be unlikely, Ghoa rolled onto her back and directed her eyes towards the ceiling above. Her stomach churned uneasily with the motion, and so too did her head begin to throb and spin. She set her eyes on some indistinct pattern in the woodwork above her, trying to bring her mind to a focus through the pain and discomfort. And slowly but surely, she started to remember.

Or not remember, as it were.

Ever since she had finally returned home from their venture to those gods-be-damned ruins, Ghoa's slumbering had come in short and fitful bouts. No matter how exhausted she was -- and gods, was she exhausted -- she could only pass a few short bells in sleep at a time before the ever-present nightmares wrenched her harshly away from any semblance of meaningful rest. And once she was awake, powerless to stop the replay of awful thoughts that the dreams put into her head, it would be bells more before she finally calmed enough to try, however fruitlessly, again.

But now as she lie there staring up at the ceiling, no memories of awful dreams came back to the front of her mind to haunt her. Even when she tried to recall them, they refused to heed her. She remembered nothing but the deep, inky blackness of a dreamless sleep. And for the first time in weeks, despite her aches, Ghoa felt genuine relief.

For a time, she just lie there basking in the feeling of a somewhat restful night of sleep. A feeling that she had taken for granted all her life, but had recently missed all too dearly. A real smile, the first in countless suns, pulled at the corners of her lips. Things were getting better. Whatever horrors the ruins had imprinted upon her in their wake, it seemed, were finally beginning to pass.

Even the persistent discomfort and sickness lingering over her like a shroud wasn't enough to bring her down from her oddly buoyant mood. Both could easily be whisked away by a curative and some warm tea once she managed to roll herself out of bed. But before that, there was another she had to rouse awake.

The smile still resting on her lips, Ghoa turned the rest of the way to face the other side of the bed. Lehko'a would undoubtedly be relieved to see that she had finally gotten some real rest, and that she hadn't awoken into the same distant malaise that had plagued her since her return.

But as she finished turning, the only thing greeting her on the bed's other side was a cold, empty expanse of crumbled sheets and blankets. The signs that someone had been there at some point in the night, but no longer. Her smile instantly faltered, at first replaced by a look of furrowed brows and confusion. Then, slowly but surely, the sickening worry began to steadily creep back into her mind. Was something wrong? Had something happened? Was Lehko'a alright?

The Xaela quickly pushed herself up into a sitting position atop the bed, instantly regretting the jarring movement. A sharp pain shot through her head in protest, and the whole world around her seemed to shift and move as if someone had spun it like a globe. One hand moved to splay atop the covers to steady herself, while the other pressed to her face. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut and a steady stream of curses, half in her mother tongue and half not, fell like a waterfall from between her lips. Panic rose like bile -- or maybe it was bile? -- in the back of her throat, silently pleading for the pain and dizziness to go away quickly so that she could go find him.

And sure enough, they slowly subsided enough for her to drop her hand away from her face and for her eyes to open again. Yet when they did, when she finally was able to look around the room, she found herself briefly frozen in confusion.

This room wasn't her own, nor could she readily recall having ever stepped foot in it before. Empty bottles dotted the room, some turned over in the floor and others lingering half-empty on tables and counters. Joining the former, her clothes were strewn in haphazard heaps across the floor, scattered as if they had been tugged off in a hurry. In the very back of her mind, however, some distant voice told her something was missing. But what was--

No sooner had the question begun to form in the haze of her mind than did the answers all come flooding back to her at once, a raging deluge of memory washing over her. Once again her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her hands rose to clutch tightly at her head, and a soft gasp of distress tore from her raw, tight throat.

Suddenly she was elsewhere, not only in place but in time, shortly after midday at the rented suite that she and Lehko'a had been sharing. Her smile was hollow as she grasped at his hands and tried to give them a reassuring squeeze, placing a kiss on his cheek.

'Nabi needs my help with something at the clinic,' she'd told him. It was an excuse that she had used a lot since coming home. She used it when her head became so loud with dark thoughts that she needed to get away to calm her heart and clear her mind. When even just looking at Lehko'a for any length of time hurt her like a knife turned slowly in her gut, and she needed space just to be able to breathe again.

'It'll likely be late before we're done,' she had told him. 'I'll just sleep there, so don't wait up for me.'

'Don't worry about me,' she had told him when she saw his concern. 'I'm fine, I promise.'

'I love you,' she had told him when she saw the doubt and the hurt and the sadness on his face, and she had meant it. Out of it all, that she would never lie about. She just needed some time and some space to figure out how to put herself back together again.

The memories skipped ahead, and she was long gone from their temporary home. Yet nor was she at the clinic like she had assured the Keeper. In truth, not even one of the times that she had told him that that was where she was going did the Xaela actually end up at the House of Sparrows. After all, she was trying to avoid the others just as much as she was trying to avoid him. It all hurt the same.

Just as she had done each time prior, Ghoa had instead wandered her way back to Kugane, to the back alleys of Sanjo Hanamachi where drinks were plentiful and questions were few.

Wine and liquor helped, though perhaps not in the most constructive of ways. After a few glasses, she could feel the sharpest edges of the pain and fear begin to dull to a level that was almost manageable. Usually, she stopped there. Last night, she hadn't.

Try as she might to figure out how to pull herself together again, she knew it was only getting worse. Turning off the awful emotions with drink during the day only did so much, and she knew that artificial numbness wasn't a real, tenable solution. That she felt the need to hide it from those she cared about, out of both shame of her own weakness and a desire not to cause them concern, was proof enough of that. But even if she was aware of it, it still made it no easier for her to come up with a better alternative.

She had been several drinks into trying to puzzle it out when she had found her solitude suddenly interrupted. As she recalled it now, Ghoa could no longer remember what the man looked like in any explicit detail. A hyur, or maybe an elezen? Passably handsome, she thought, but that may have been either the alcohol or wishful thinking talking. She could certainly no longer recall his name but she did remember, however vaguely, that he had been a sailor of some sort. Not that that was hard to remember, considering that was seemingly half the city's population at any given time.

Ghoa remembered being wary of being joined in her drinking at first. After all, it was far from her first time in a bar;  she knew exactly what a smooth-talking fellow approaching a lady in her cups was angling for. At first, she had only endured the conversation to be polite, trying to find a way to weasel out of it without incensing him. In this part of town, it was best to err on the side of caution.

Yet the longer he stayed, the more comfortable she found herself becoming. Whereas she had spent the last few days trying to avoid direct eye contact with Lehko'a and forcing herself to endure conversation despite the aching in her chest, both came easily and naturally to her with this stranger. He was charming, and he didn't pry into why she was there drinking alone. Rather, he fed her drunken wonder with stories of his time abroad and had her in tears of laughter with the tales of his misadventures, all while making sure that neither of their cups ever went empty for more than a tick during the bells they had spent just talking about nothing.

The rest of the memories only came in disjointed fragments of limited recollection and phantom sensation with large gaps of time missing between them. Stumbling back to where the man was staying, and and both of them breaking down into laughter when she realized she had lost a shoe somewhere along the way. Her back pressed against the wooden door, breathlessly watching as the man tried to open it as fast as his drink-addled hands would let him. Almost tripping over her clothes in her hasty attempts to rid him of his between kisses steeped in desperation and longing.

But the very last thing she could recall -- and in disturbingly vivid memory compared to the rest -- was the feeling of peace that had settled over her like a blanket as she had curled in against him and rested her head on his chest. Of closing her eyes without fear of the nightmares that now lived behind her eyelids. Of the soft smile that had lingered on her flushed face as she drifted off to sleep.

Now, she had been released by the onslaught of memories and was left to sit there, dumbfounded in the present. Her eyes once again stared at the clothes strewn about the room, realizing now that what was missing was her nameless and faceless bedmate.

And when that realization dawned upon her, a tidal wave of loneliness broke over her with it. Loneliness that brought her back to other, more distant memories. A childhood spent largely alone, wishing only for the company of friends and family that the other children her age didn't know how lucky they were to have. Years later, a night of peculiar joy that had turned to unexpected horror, afterward spent curled up in a ball in the back of a dark yurt longing for the almost motherly presence of Togene, her only friend among the Kharlu. Years later still, and she was right back at the days spent in the cramped and claustrophobic dark, with dried blood caked under her fingernails from hours spent desperately trying to pry her way free and her voice hoarse from screaming in hopes that someone, anyone, would hear her.

It was then that the realization hit Ghoa that the only thing that brought her any relief from the pain she was feeling -- the only thing that she had ever wanted in such times -- was the company of others. To not be alone. For someone to hold her and calm her fears and tell her that she was alright. Yet at the same time, she realized that the people that she should have longed to turn to for comfort the most -- Lehko'a, Nabi, Batuhan, and even Anchor and Shael in their own strange way -- weren't the ones that she was wishing for now.

It was the man from last night, whose name nor face she could not remember and would most likely never see again. A man who knew nothing about her, who cared nothing about her, but because of that, one whose company it didn't pain her to share.

Her stomach rolled violently with sickness at the thought, and hurriedly the Xaela scrambled to disentangle herself from the sheets. Her head was pounding in protest as she rose to her feet, unsteady steps causing her to trip over discarded clothes and to bounce gracelessly off of the door frame as she all but ran for the bathroom. No sooner had she set her blurred, tear-stained sights on the wastebin did she collapse with a hard thump onto the floor in front of it, her whole body heaving with sickness as she emptied the contents of her stomach.

Monster, the voice that had been ever present in her head since her encounter with Otsuyu whispered from the recesses of her mind. Monster, it chanted as its voice grew louder and angrier and more insistent. M̸͓͐Ŏ̶͍̤̆N̶̛̙͝S̷̱͔̎̚Ṯ̴̡̋̋Ë̶͔̿ͅR̴͔̅, it all but shouted at her, now an eerie, distorted chorus of all the accusing voices of loved ones that always came to her in her nightmares.

Another heave came, and another, until there was nothing left but sour, burning bile left in the woman's stomach. She swiped the back of a shaking hand across her mouth as she leaned away from the waste bin. After a moment, drawing in a shaking breath, she all but crawled across the cold floor to the shower. Unsteady hands turned the knobs until water, almost scalding hot, began to spray from the nozzle. But she didn't seem to mind as she crawled inside, even as the heat caused her skin to flush red.

"What's wrong with me?" she wailed to no one but herself, curling into a ball on the tiles below. "What's wrong with me…?"

And though she stayed there, wracked with sobs, until the hot water had turned icy cold, no answer came.

[progeny-of-the-fury]

Journey to the Twelve: Llymlaen, the Navigator

Log date: 8/14/17

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Tags: @thehawu

The trip across Eorzea was one long in the making. 

I had asked that Lord Parlemaix accompany me on this journey, as I presumed a Lieutenant of the Adders would be well versed with the lay of the land. I seemed to brood some in worry as well. Having invited Lenny in excitement over his desire to learn more of our gods, only to be shortly bestowed upon the traditional expectation of such a pilgrimage to each stone. To say I felt foolhardy would be an understatement, secretly I hoped my invitation had not been misconstrued. Countess De’bayle seemed rather against the excursion altogether, worried over my still tender and healing wounds inflicted on me during the campaign in Gyr Abania. I had taken matters into my own hands to make their healing process swifter, my drive to learn of this land far out-weighing my concern for an injury that in time will find its mends. While the woman's concern was appreciated, for my own good, I needed to dismiss them. I have lived this long without their presence, what more is a fortnight or two? 

Still, the idea of leaving her alone brought me no great pleasure, I was fully aware of her lonely state. I would have plenty stories and trinkets to return to her, while she handles the dealings with the House in the Counts absence. I know full well what duties entail. As for myself, I had belongings to be put away into storage, and a map to prepare...

Faithful Navigator, help us to see where our hearts lie. Lead us toward true divinity, so that we may find comfort in knowing our rightful place within your Halls. Grant me the virtue to shepard as you do.

Adelise De'bayle was standing at the counter, conversing with Madame Celeste over more than likely the keeping of anything important in her time away. Strapped to her ready side was a rather thick bag, more than likely carrying her belongs for this escapade. In her hand, a decently sized rolled parchment was held tightly to her chest. "Please make sure nothing happens to it, it is very expensive," she huffs out in irritation, adjusting her baggage some.

Siovant Parlemaix passes quietly into the house, having come looking for the young Adelise.  The eve of their trip was nigh, and he was all packed.  "Dawdling, Adelise?" He inquired in the lofty tones of one who was just barely more prepared than his peers.  Weight shifts from heel to heel, watching the young woman with golden hues.

Adelise De'bayle tossing her head in the man's direction, her braid thwapping at her back, Adelise scowled slightly, "there you are. Lord Parlemaix, I have been meaning to bring something to your attention," she huffs, nodding toward Celeste before stepping away to approach him. "Lenny wishes to drop in for portions of our trip, wanting to learn of the different patrons himself. I told him I would ask your thoughts on it all first," she eyes him, some awaiting his response.

Siovant Parlemaix furls his ebon brows in some manner of confusion, at first looking as though he didn't quite understand.  One of his palms rested atop the considerable grimoire that hung from his hip, "You were the organizer of this trek." He asserts, "You're welcome to bring whoever you so desire." He'd note, cocking his hip to one side.  "Will he be joining us today?  Or was he merely going to drop in from the middle of the wilderness?"

Adelise De'bayle: "I would have to inform him," she replies flatly, her brows furrowing somewhat at his response. "I suppose he would just drop in then... at some point. No matter. Aside from that, I wished to discuss our first location. You know this land better than I do... would you prefer we started farther from home and made our way north?"

Siovant Parlemaix runs those sharpened globes along her face, lips pursing ever-slightly.  "That would be acceptable.  Was that the path you were intending on taking?" He probed gently.

Adelise De'bayle pauses some, her hands tugging forward the parchment within her grasp. Tugging it open, the girl would dip her nose into page, "well... perhaps I am being biased... as I wish to see the sea again," she murmured out, "I figured perhaps starting with Vylbrand would be more optimal anyhow, as then we can continue most of the rest of the journey on foot or bird-back."

Siovant Parlemaix seems to consider her offering with an appraising expression, "I wouldn't mind a bit of sea-breeze myself.  I find your choice to be of an acceptable caliber." He affirms with a graceful nod of his head.

Adelise De'bayle smiles lightly at the man's praise, feeling only lightly fluffed from his words. "I have mapped out each location as well to make this easier on ourselves..." she exhales out contently, handing the man over her now presumed 'map'.

Siovant Parlemaix would take the offered article from the young woman, "Your forward thinking is appreciated, Adelise." He'd note in firm, warm tones.  He'd tuck it into his coat, near to his chest as to keep it close at hand.  "Shall we, in any case?  I presume that you are packed?"

Adelise De'bayle: "I am all but prepared for departure. Let us get going, I would prefer not to miss the next ship to Limsa. Are you feeling air or sea?"

Siovant Parlemaix considers for long moments, "Air would be a great deal faster, I should think." He notes softly, then he'd turn on a heel.  "Shall we?"

Adelise De'bayle: "We shall."

Adelise De'bayle leads the packed duo into the Shroud and to the city. Once travelled into the inn, they made their way down into the airship landing where the young woman tugged free her gil pouch, being sure to properly count out the exact amount for each of their tickets. "You know... I have left the Shroud before but... this feels a lot different. I never left those times with the intention of learning or exploring, simply there and back. Mm, I am both anxious and excited to leave this place for awhile."

Siovant Parlemaix laughs loftily at her admission, "Soon you will be a learned traveller, and you'll find no place in Eorzea is beyond your reach."  He'd flick a sort of furitive glance around, seeing only idle-eyed attendants.  "My love." He'd suddenly add.  "We shall see how you feel about distant lands once we've returned, Mm?"

Adelise De'bayle lets out a small scoff, "I will have you know back... home, I ventured quite far with my instructor. This was hardly any place we had not rea-" the young woman is caught off guard some, her eyes glancing toward the airship ticketer who seemed rather disinterested in the idle chatter of travelers. "D-Distant lands? So you did wish to travel to the east then," she huffs out, her cheek the slightest shade of pink.

Siovant Parlemaix leaned in a little closer, smiling crookedly.  "We shall have to see how we travel together first.  You may find that you tire of my presence after you've been stuck with me for awhile." He chuffs amusedly.

Adelise De'bayle grunts somewhat, "perhaps," she murmurs, shoving the man his ticket. "Let us board before the leave without us," she offers the ticketer a polite bow before quickly shuffling away.

The duo boards their ship to Limsa, the trip a bell or two long before eventually the sea-side city was made visible from the air. Once landed, they both made their exit.

Siovant Parlemaix: "About as thrilling as flights can be, I suppose."

Adelise De'bayle exited off the ship with a relaxed expression, seemingly having found the the trip to her liking as she spent nearly the entirety of it aboard the top deck enjoying the cold breeze. "I quite liked it, not a fan of flying?

Siovant Parlemaix: "I've never had enough time to enjoy them at my leisure.  Flights, that is.  Nearly every one was at the behest of some work issue."

Adelise De'bayle frowns to this, her eyes directing downward. "Mm, I see. I suppose that would make them a bit less enjoyable after some time," bringing a hand behind her to tug forward her braid, Adelise tugged at its end some. "The first of the stones is here within the city. I do not know the layout here much, but from what I remember it is on the Upper Decks."

Siovant Parlemaix moves to offer the young woman his hand.  And should she take it, she'd find herself being lead away.  "I believe I know where it is.  Although you will have to direct us the rest of the way."

Adelise De'bayle glances toward his hand with brows raising over her forehead, the injuries that once lay there now but light marks. Reaching to place hers within it, Adelise would glance around with a modest expression, avoiding his. "That is fine. I am sure it should be clear enough once we are in the area... it would give me a good chance to speak to the natives anyhow."

-Leading the young Half-Elezen through the bustling city, Siovant eventually brought her up into the Upper Decks, the area decorated ornately with colourful bombs and lights.-

Adelise De'bayle: "Huh... is there a festival going on?"

Siovant Parlemaix inhales briskly, drinking in the mixture of salt and other various city-smells.  "I believe so. I haven't paid much attention."

Adelise De'bayle looked about the lovely lights curiously, a small smile gracing her lips, "it looks nice... I wonder what they are celebrating... back home we celebrated the Sunbreeze festival about this time.”

After some more time moving along, he would bring her to a would-be secluded area, the location of Llymlaens stone and a perfect view of the darkening sea.

Siovant Parlemaix: "And here you have it."

Lehko'a Nhali parts with an absolutely shite-eating grin to his companion as his one ear flutters about, proud of himself. "Aye, quite often I tell myself the same." A final drag is taken from the cigarette before he nubs the end against the stone, scorching yet another mark on the alabaster as smoke curls from his lips. "You and I are not the same, darlin'." He pauses, looking rather pointedly to her now. Before the approach of others gives him pause. Brows furrow and the corners of his lips pull downward into something terrible, almost akin to a pout. He falls silent, gaze casting off over the harbour.

Siovant Parlemaix halts just short of the fascination, golden hues alighting upon the sunbaked stone and gently-trickling water with some manner of curiosity.  "I've seen it dozens of times, but I've never actually stopped to examine it." His scarred lips tilt delicately, in an expression of musing thought.

Adelise De'bayle looked about the statue with a small state of awe, the beginning fireworks of the festival lighting the evening sky. "This was far more exciting then I had anticipated..." she breathed out, glancing over at the nearby duo. Lips tugging awkwardly, Adelise simply enjoyed what she came for. "Llymlaen is the Navigator. she watches the seas and helps lead sailors safely over its waves through storms..." glancing over toward the Elezen at her side, an endeared expression washed over her features.

Hawu Jinjahl angles oversized ears back to take in the voices of a pair of folk that stand now at their backs, mouth lagging in the wake of her cigarette. Pity, they've silenced her companion. With a huff of quiet laughter, the witch reaches up to shove at the bandit with a hand so heavy with wealth that it becomes the night. "Are you /frightened/ of a little company, dove? My, we really must be different," And they are, the valley of their dichotomy turns sleeplessly with the howls of what lays within it. She's a ghastly thing, this wretch as she leans his way, voice low. "I will find a way to give you something in return for your services then. It would make it easier for me to employ you if you /told/ me what you might like? Trust me, it will not be easy, accompanying me in the dark. There are things you might not like at all."

Adelise De'bayle: "It is quite beautiful is it not?" she inhales deeply at the salt-filled air. "It brings me fond memories..." her scarlet gaze rolled upward toward the heavens, once more growing lost amongst the endless lights.

Siovant Parlemaix flicks an errant eye towards the tones of the paired strangers and their enigmatic intents.  Still, his mood was not quashed by company.  "Tell me something about home." His expression slipped towards Adelise, eyes alight with that curious gleam.  "That... other home, I mean."

Adelise De'bayle kept her gaze toward the sky, the joy within her eyes seeming to dullen with his inquiry. "We would often make trips to a seaside port city similar to this. My instructor and I, or Serick. We would spend our sun there enjoying the sausages served by the vendors, a specialty there and visit each of the respective guilds," Adelise smiled lightly, the expression somewhat somber as she tore her eyes from the stars. "I always said I would pick up a craft, each time I went. I believe it was just an excuse for them to keep taking me back. At the end, when dusk came and washed the sky over in darkness, we would sit and watch the ships leave, the sea an endless black. Covered in these same lights..."

Lehko'a Nhali sways in time with the force of her palm against his shoulder -- which, to say, is not much at all. Her arms were but dried twigs. Still, it earns her a sharpened look and his hand rises to snatch up her wrist, grip perhaps a touch too firm. Slowly, he relents and places it into her silken lap. Tucking the cigarette she'd offered him some bell before into the breastpocket of his vest, he rises, nubbed tail flicking about behind him in muted agitation. Turning, his mismatched gaze falls upon the innocent pair as if they have trespassed something sacred with their presence here -- not that they might have known, of course. Sniffing, he spits into the well as he parts to leave, black tar seeping into the clear waters like ink.

Siovant Parlemaix would draw just a step closer to her as she spoke, offering her muted comfort in his physical closeness in addition to the tangled aroma of that mildest of colognes that he wears.  Familiar scents, paired with the unfamiliar sea breeze.  "I see." He breathed, tones muted in a somberness to match her own.  "It must be hard.  But I know that you are strong." He'd affirm to her, "It sounds lovely, though."

Hawu Jinjahl raises her chin as her wrist is snatched, painted lids swimming low to split the rounds of her eyes in twain. Fingers curl inward, relenting at it's placed back into the seat of her lap. "What an irritable creature." As he rounds the corner, Hawu rocks up to her feet, black smoke draining from the corner of her mouth like poison on the air as she turns to regard the pair. Despite the vitriol expressed by her companion, she offers them both a nod, the carmine curve of her mouth both great and terrible before heel claps to stone. Is that an apologetic look in her eye? No, it mustn't be so. She's ambling after Lehko'a with a lazy gait, suddenly privy to trouble.

Adelise De'bayle leaned into his form gently, eventually turning her head to look up towards him. In-taking another deep breath as their proximity grew, Adelise seemed taken by his aroma. Attention drawn for a short moment as the feline pair made their abrupt exist, her eyes flickered to the inky pollution of the fountain the man left in his wake, it rinsing out and into the pitch sea. The young woman simply sighed and let the thought of any potential confrontation go in the face of enjoying their moment here just a bit longer. "Up there. The larger blue stars that glow brighter than the rest? That is the gate to the fifth heaven... the Heaven of Water."

Siovant Parlemaix draws his gaze upwards in some curiosity, his brows furrowing as he squints.  His sharpened Wildwood hues had to refocus for the darkness.  "Mmm." He breathes in introspect, "I see." He notes, absorbing the information she so gracefully imparted.

Adelise De'bayle: "You would think that to be Llymlaen's heaven, but in truth she is that of the Wind. Though perhaps considering her duty, it might not be all too surprising," she motions a hand up, attempting to point toward the green stars, "The Navigator and the Wanderer, Oschon, created it atop a lofty peak. It is said only explorers, adventurers, saints and those who rescue are allowed within their halls," Adelise bows her head some, as if hoping to take in the knowledge herself. "I wonder how many follow such a path here? The rogue gusts that create tempests from the Heavens created the hell where bandits, defilers of land and sea, and pirates are thrown to. Do you think perhaps many here are destined to such a fate?"

Siovant Parlemaix shifts his weight from heel to heel in mild uncertainty, his eyes dropping back down to the bleached stone that they stood before.  "It is difficult to tell where the hearts of the transient will be sentenced.  Although, I would not be as naive as to say that there is not an exceptional wealth of 'privateers' within these sunbaked spires."

Adelise De'bayle took a step forward, her eyes wandering over the symbol of the Navigator. "Indeed. Exceptional. People who fall within these gusts, they cannot be saved. How could my voice ever reason with that of a pirate or bandit," a singular breath slipped through her in resignation, ger body moving to kneel onto the stone ledge just before the fountain. Reaching into her bag, Adelise would tug out a decently sized white stone, it egg-like in appearance. Moving it over carefully, she would place the object within the water, watching it for some time.

Siovant Parlemaix drew near to her kneeling form, curious as to her actions.  "What have we here?  Gifts for the gods?" He brushed his fingertips along the crown of her scalp, scritch-scratching his fingers there softly.

Adelise De'bayle: "The gods care little for gifts, they offer them nothing," she huffs, leaning her head into his scratches feline-like before eventually tucking her leather-clad hands into the water to scoop the stone out. "I simply hope on this journey that allowing him to feel the presence of each god might help to bring him some clarity. His rage knows no bounds."

Siovant Parlemaix lofts an ebon brow, "Him?"  Curiosity licked at the edges of his gravelly tones, his eyes slipping about that strange stone.

Adelise De'bayle: "Nogelle," she replied swiftly, the name rolling from her tongue in shame, her tone leveled. "He is never too far for long. Forgive me, for having made you do what you did. I cannot imagine the experience was a pleasant one." Adelise brought the egg up to her face, her thumbs pressing against the shell with some firmness. "He is a troublemaker."

Siovant Parlemaix shifts his weight from heel to heel, although his expression was one that hardly claimed surprise.  "I had assumed something of the sort would be the case." He drew in mild tones, "It was not the most... thrilling experience, I suppose." His shoulders slumped slightly, revealing the somberness that took over him.

Adelise De'bayle raised the egg upward, a gentle smiled reserved only for his presence gracing him in their tranquility. "He will be alright I assure you. It has been so long since that has happened to him, it is best to keep him on a tight leash. He gets too possessive otherwise," her head dipped forward in an assuring nod, moving to slip the incased Nogelle away carefully, patting at her bag for extra measure. Shifting her legs under her to push herself back up to stand, Adelise brushed her coat off, "this is the first of Twelve. Not in actual order, but for this particular outing. Did you wish to travel farther out into La Noscea tonight? Or leave in the morning?"

Siovant Parlemaix seems to consider his options, "If we leave the City now, it's quite likely that we'll end up sleeping in the wilds. If that's not something that concerns you, I would recommend that path." He doesn't seem particularly drawn to either option, weighing both their merits.

Adelise De'bayle grins slightly, "in truth, I might actually prefer that.  That does not seem to ridiculous does it? I became so adjusted to sleeping under the stars that the plushness of a bed hardly brings me the same comfort. You had mentioned there potentially being springs here in Eorzea, yes?" she eyed him, "I believe where Oschons stone lies, there is one near the location. Least from what I could tell from my gatherings. It is a further trip north but..." she murmurs out gently, “before I forget. I contacted Lenny on the flight here. I am sure we will be seeing him here soon."

Siovant Parlemaix could not help but allow the sardonic furl of his brow, a barely perceptible tightening of his jaw.  "I'm looking forward to seeing him." He notes softly, affirmed for the combination of the tome at his hip and the curved Wildwood blade hidden beneath his coat.  "Did he give any indication of where he will meet us, or are we simply to stumble into him at some point?"

Adelise De'bayle: "I had informed him we would be here in the city, so I am sure he is somewhere about," Adelise seemed to brighten momentarily at the thought, her hands clapping together almost uncharacteristically as her thoughts seeped into her movements. "Maybe he got caught looking at the festival decorations as well. I am sure he would quite like them, he is an adventurer after all," Adelise reaches to take Siovant’s hand, hesitating for a moment. "Ah..." her fingers curl, retracting as her lips tugged downward unhappily. "This way..."

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these are actually rly fun to make

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What is your OC’s favorite time of day?

Aedwen: Sunrise and Sunset.

Upa: Twilight, when the stars are just barely visible and the dark blues of night mix with the oranges of the sunset.

Zahn: Early morning, right before dawn.

Hally: Morning, after sunrise when the world is still quiet.

Khena: Midday because it's the warmest.

Lehko'a: Early evening.

Yrun: Dusk, just before it gets dark.

Sollilja: Late night.

Jasmir: Dawn and early evening.

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pros/cons

aedwen --

♥ as much as she travels about for her work, you’ll have the chance to see much of the world and its many hidden vistas, most of which aedwen has tucked away for rainy days. ♡ to counter, aedwen almost never stays in one spot for a long period of time. she’s hard to pin down and near impossible to reach unless you’ve managed to acquire her linkpearl frequency -- which is something she doesn’t hand out willy-nilly. ♥ the woman’s a hopeless romantic, deep down. ♡ deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep down. ♥ she’s full of surprises and knows if nothing else, how to have a good time. ♡ on the contrast, she can be a bit.. explosive. there are lines you do not cross unless explicitly invited to do so, and tresspass is a very severe offense.

lehko’a --

♡ stinky trash man. literally an urchin. ♡ pathological liar. makes up fake aliases on impulse just because he’s so used to it. ♡ suffers from severe psychosis. ♡ will probably steal all your stuff when you aren’t looking. ♡ is almost 150% just using you for sex. ♥ would literally die for you. ♡ but not because he wants you to live or be safe, but because he just really wants to die. ♥ will carry all your stuff. big strong man. ♡ has more emotional baggage than you could ever imagine.

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Pokémon Teams //

It’s a bit too late to be getting into details for these, but this is one of my favourite prompts to do! +w+ I also included which Trainer sprite they’d be, just for fun!

plan your team > here < !

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Aedwen Morning - 

Halldora Voss -

M’khena Lhyrra -

Upa Zuvhe -

Lehko’a Nhali -

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Send 👀 to see them in something suggestive (Ko'a pls)

i should say this is nothing new for him. he probably wears these a lot more than someone would expect him to

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another christmas gift!! this time for my girl @jaliqai-and-company , done once more by the lovely @azeneth-mor !! ♡

sadly ko’a and ghoa are utter trash and there’s no cute poem to go with them, but i love them all the same.

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disney characters //

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under the cut bc im doing everyone lmao

aedwen -- princess aurora

zahn -- mary poppins

m’khena -- merida

lehko’a -- tramp

upa -- grandmother willow

sea -- maleficent

halldora -- princess tiana

bijah -- princess ariel

uhlan’a -- heracles

z’khelbasi -- esmerelda

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anti-personality . lehko’a

The description of the test:  This test is designed to assess your anti-personality. The anti-personality is a partially sub-conscious element of your psyche that governs many of your long-term desires, and ultimately has a significant impact on the big decisions and direction you take in life. This might be the voice that tells you to stay in bed, or the one that makes you get up.

AWARE

You understand the problem. You see the cracks in reality and you want to crawl into them. You see things that other people don’t notice. You are well positioned to make a change in this world. Use your potential to make a real difference. Your anger is a gift.

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21. Does your character have anyone that they really care about, to the point that they would give their life for them? If so, who are they and what is your character’s relation to them? If not, do they wish they did? Is there anyone they wish they could build such a relationship with?

Upa would give her life for a total stranger if it meant they’d be released of their suffering.

Aedwen, at present, likely would struggle with the concept of dying for anyone. Internally, however, she knows she’d not hesitate to take a bullet for Svana and Ruran, and would have taken one for Lucaell as well.

Uhlan’a is currently a wandering drifter and has spent most of the past year alone, having parted from his clan. There’s no one significant in his life right now that he feels so strongly for.

The rest of my characters have very specific people they’d die for, a relationship brought about by pure happenstance alone rather than them seeking it out.

Zahn: Her sister and her son, as well as Upa, Wyra, and their two daughters.

M’khena: M’rhos, A’rihnn, and E’salih.

Lehko’a: Rhaq’a and Ghoa, as well as Amha. And maybe Nabi.

Halldora: Her son and daughter.

Z’khelbasi: Her younger siblings, as well as Upa, Wyra, and their two daughters.

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what’s a weird headcanon you have for each of your muses?

im not sure if these are necessarily ‘weird’, but here’s some headcanons -

∗ aedwen recently obtained something called an alexastone, an enchanted crystal capable of limited speech and recording short snippets for messages and such. before leaving for the east, she recorded a small sample of herself playing her harp, and she’ll set it on a loop whenever she finds herself in need of focus or is particularly homesick.

∗ in addition to being a skilled mender of healing magicks, hally is also quite adept with needle and thread. she sews most of her and her children’s clothing by hand, something sunnild adores and valbrandr hates (they’re too itchy, he says).

∗ m’khena, in her near year of ‘retirement’, has picked up her crafts again -- something provoked by suns spent idle as she recovered from losing her arm. it was difficult at first, trying to whittle with one hand, but she’s grown practiced, m’rhos ( @mrhos-xiv ) has also fashioned a workspace that allows her to clamp whatever material she’s working with down, so that she can focus on finer details.

∗ zahn, in her free time, makes occasional trips to the house in shirogane that z’khelbasi tends to. the pair are long-time friends and confidants for one another, having been rescued by upa from the same unfortunate circumstances some turns ago.

∗ lehko’a walks with a cane to support his terrible limp when not under the scrutiny of the public eye. not even ghoa ( @jaliqai-and-company ) has seen him use it -- mainly because he does not want to cause the woman further worry on his behalf. but if he is home alone, he uses it to get around as it makes it much easier on the man.

∗ uhlan’a has a total of eight beads in his braid, one for each year he’s gone to the uhlan tree and found the ‘gifts’ his ‘mother’s given him. little does he know they’re actually offerings made by his biological aunt, zija ( @gyrabanian ) as penance for her leaving him there as an infant.

∗ z’khelbasi has kept most of the earnings she receives and sends it back to her younger siblings who live in limsa lominsa. one day, she hopes to see them east so that they might reside with her once more after their long separation, but the two have been a hard sell on leaving their la noscean homeland.

∗ upa has made a game of startling wyra whenever her wife is walking about in the wood. upa will follow her for a time, silent as a mouse even with all her baubles and strings of decorative jewelry, before springing upon the unsuspecting keeper. she always gets quite a laugh from wyra’s expression of surprise and how quickly it turns to stern bewilderment. zulah has joined in on this trickster behaviour of her mother’s as well.