#octopath fic

[ellibean-icecream]

Like Tears in the Rain

Chapter One - Adrift

“You have the power to save lives. More than any other. That’s why… you have to live. If anyone can create a cure… It’s you… It’s up to you now…”

—

The apothecary’s world rocked around her. Dizziness could be a symptom of any number of afflictions, ranging from the mundane to the severe. There was no need to panic; her first course of action would be to catalog any other symptoms she was experiencing. The more information she had the more accurate her diagnosis would be. Her throat was parched, her lips dry and cracked. Perhaps some combination of sun exposure and dehydration. When was the last time she had had anything to drink? What was she last doing that might have left her so..?

Where was she? Who was she? A torrent of questions filled her mind, a dam bursting before the flood. Why couldn’t she remember anything? The unsteadiness and apparent lack of memory were possibly symptomatic of a concussion.

And just how in the hell did she know all of this?

She heard waves. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the bright light. Far above her, masts stretched up into the sky, sails pulled taut by the wind. She spoke, despite the ache in her throat.

“Am I… on a ship?”

That would mean the unsteadiness she had felt since earlier was nothing but the rocking of the vessel on the waves. The sailor kneeling by her side nodded, his dark skin tanned further by his many hours on the sea. He gently pressed a canteen into her hands, helping her drink it. It was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted. As the last drops fell past her lips, the kind-hearted sailor took the canteen back, standing and stepping away from her. “Finally come to, have you? Feeling better yet?”

This question came from an older looking gentleman, dressed in finer garments than the other sailors in sight. Perhaps the captain of the vessel. He looked down at her fondly, a touch of concern in his eyes.

“You’ve got the luck o’ the tides, y’know.”

The apothecary sat up slowly, measuring her body’s response. She still felt slightly dizzy and doubted if she’d be able to stand on her own. The captain reached down, helping her slowly to her feet. Even this simple action left her throat parched once more.

“Easy now, lass.You’ve had a rough time o’ it. Drink up.”

He handed her another canteen of water. This time she took her time drinking it, feeling better with each passing moment. Dehydration, then. Perhaps her loss of memory was a symptom of something separate then.

“Thank you… for saving me.”

“Couldn’t well leave you to the fishes. How’d you end up on that li’l skiff anyhow?”

“Skiff..?” She’d been on a skiff? How did she get there? Had she been part of a ship wreck? She wracked her brain, trying to find anything. Nothing. Meaningless fragments. A half remembered smile. The sound of a laugh, perhaps? Nothing that could explain how she ended up adrift in the ocean.

“I don’t know. I can’t remember.”

“C’mon now, this isn’t the time for jokes.”

A feeling bubbled in her stomach, and she lowered her head. Why would she lie about this? Why would anyone? She glanced back up at the captain, anger rising slightly before she caught his eyes. He was concerned for her. She didn’t know him, but he was concerned.

“I’m sorry, but I really can’t remember anything. Who I am, where I came from… it’s all a blank.”

His concern grew, his eyes staring piercingly into hers. She glanced away, unable to keep his intense gaze. She recognized the feeling in the pit of her stomach. Helplessness. Once more she was adrift, and once more it was the captain who saved her.

“I know one thing ‘bout you, lass. Your name. It’s Castti.”

Castti’s eyes widened slightly. She didn’t know him, but perhaps he knew her.

“Castti… How… How did you know that?”

“It’s stitched onto your outfit. What’s that uniform o’ yours, anyway?”

Castti glanced down at her attire. She wore a light blue cloak, fraying at the ends from use. Beneath this cloak a simple dress of the same color and a white apron accentuated once more in blue. Her boots and leggings were sturdy, and taken with the cloak suggested a life spent on the road. She shook her head slowly in response to his question.

“...Ah, right. Amnesia. Strange to think a person could forget their own name.”

She had to remember. He had given her her name. It was a start, but she needed more information. The crew had to know more about her arrival, and there was plenty of time before they made port.

—

Most of the crew had seemed happy to provide her with what information she needed. She reminded the captain of his daughter, and anyone he favored was welcomed by the crew. Most of the crew at least. One crewman had paled at the sight of her, and avoided her for the rest of the voyage.

The ship weighed anchor in Canalbrine a few days after she had been found adrift. From what she could piece together from the circumstances of her rescue, she had probably drifted from the continent to the east. How she had figured that out was still a mystery. She had found another clue to her identity. Her bag had been full of apothecary supplies, which explained her knowledge of the body, if not how she could remember it.

The captain had been worried about her setting off by herself, without her memories. He has slipped her a small pouch of leaves, enough for a night at the inn and a couple meals. She stepped down off the gangplank and onto the dock.

Canalbrine bustled like any major port at the arrival of a new ship. Traders and passengers alike stepped down around her as they went about their business, annoyed by her taking a moment to gather herself.

“She’s one of them, isn’t she…”

The whisper passed through the crowd as more eyes turned towards her. People turned to stare at her, before slipping down streets and into buildings. It wasn’t long before she was alone at the end of the docks.

“I… appear to be causing quite a stir.”

—

“Excuse me!”

The two girls who had been chatting by the bridge jumped with a start, eyes widening as they saw the apothecary. Without another word the two quickly fled. Castti’s brows furrowed in frustration. Something was clearly wrong, but no one was willing to tell her what. Perhaps the innkeeper would enlighten her, if they even acknowledged her presence. A young man paused in front of the building before her, eyeing her warily. His breathing seemed oddly shallow, and after another step he dropped to his knees. Castti was by his side in an instant.

“Excuse me! Are you alright?”

The young man struggled, trying to get to his feet again before collapsing down once more. Castti eyed him over, mentally noting each visible symptom. His forehead was damp and his breathing shallow, likely he had some kind of fever.

“What’s going on here? Is something wrong with him?”

Castti stood, turning to face the new arrival. Her breath caught on her answer. The woman before her had long, flowing hair tied up in a ponytail. Her brown skin caught the light of the setting sun. She was beautiful. Castti’s face burned as she realized she was forgetting her patient.

“He’s burning up! We need to get him inside!”

[legendaryandroid]

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Octopath Traveler (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cyrus Albright/Therion Characters: Cyrus Albright, Therion (Octopath Traveler) Additional Tags: Post-Game(s), Mutual Pining, Letters, Love Letters, these two are already in love but refuse to say it directly, h'aanit is in the background shaking her head at them Summary:

Dear Cyrus,

This beith to inform you that Therion wilt now be receiving letters here in S’warkii as he wilt be continuing to go on hunts withe me and this shalt be an easy way to maketh certain letters reach him.

Thine informative friend, H’aanit

After the events of the game, Cyrus and Therion exchange letters.

[bold-embrace]

Save me alfion save me

[meansary]

Log ⑦

[drainbangle]

canon divergent dynamics that i’m kind of obsessed with atm: these two freaks

[lumeha]

Re-reading one of your own fics and wanting more of it as if you weren't the reason why it's so short in the first place

Like

This is your own goddamn fault my guy you can pick it back up any time

[satsuha]

u know im back on my bullshit

[wayward-rosalind]

Heya @average-bisexual-dentist!!! I was your TEAM ASANO exchange partner and I had a blast working on this! I hope you like it, it was my first time really drawing Throné and Temenos lol.

Merry holidays <3

[fairyring]

"It was out of character for him, but Temenos finds that he does not care that, when Roi and Pontiff Jörg are within reach, Temenos rushes up and hugs them both."

From: Sweet Dreams (are made from our broken pieces) by @bkza555

[seriously-mike]

When you misread something simple and...

OCTODAD TRAVELER

An ordinary JRPG, but your main character is an octopus pretending to be a human.

[ellibean-icecream]

hey octopath tumblr. hypothetically if i were writing a coffee house octo 2 fic, what would partitio name his worker's coop coffee shop. hypothetically.

(will of course give credit for if someone comes up with a really good name)

[moresrush]

Nobody, No One, Not A Single Person: Me: Anyway I think it's so interesting that the merchant class in Octopath 2 has an option for Ember I think it's just so fascinating that Partitio and Osvald share fire as an element because when I think about magic, especially in the sense of this series --- I don't picture all renditions to be the same. I imagine Osvald's fire to be something controlled; it's a catalyst for formulae it's a means of treating elements a certain way and finding specific results. We have seen in a few instances that Osvald can hold flames in his hands and control just how strong they are without so much as a world. He has this level of understanding that others simply do not. Osvald's embers start as literal flames and they grow in intensity due to his desires. And then you have Partitio's --- who I imagine kicks embers off with that insane dry heat, first. Temperatures rise and then something combusts. It's wild. It's uncontrolled. Unpredictable. Unstable. It's everything he has, surged into one burst, and in this essay, I will be going into further detail about how this explains them not only as individuals but as lovers and how they know to approach each other in certain ways---.

[boycow69]

partitio absolutely said ‘yeehaw’ after getting kissed for the first time

[olberic]

hi casttitio warriors how's everyone doing this fine evening

cringetober 9 - rarepair

at my last count there's only 7 things for these two in the ao3 tag which is a travesty if you ask me. but definitely makes these two a rarepair

[spitblaze]

blaze I hope you know I am very normal about how you draw therion. I love it when people draw him with his scarf covering like half his face 10/10 character design

what can i say. i have an affinity for goblins

[fly-arrow]