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inviouswriting · 3 years

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2. Doppelganger.

Warnings - character death.

small cameo for @snow-covered-moon ‘s Shuri.

Kivera rarely made promises to others, but the times she does she carries them out. She remembers that night so vivid in Amaurot when she had assumed her role as angel of destruction. A star was dying and she helped laid it to rest, she followed everything down to what she was suppose to do.

Yet when she happened upon a young woman who had been tossed from a building by one of the beasts, holding a book, looking through it for a favorite passage. She took a personal mercy on her, Hecate was her name. She didn’t fit the normal of the rest around her, timid and buried herself in the world of books.

Hecate didn’t experience a full life, always dreaming of what “could” be instead of living it. She dismissed the people assigned to her, she wanted to follow her own path for love. Just like the book she clung to.

“Do you want a second chance?” Kivera offered her a rare opportunity, something she never does is spare souls. Yet this one struck something in her, reminding her of her own time when all she sought was solace away from a literal hell.

“If you agree, you will have no memory of this place, not a single moment will be remembered even if you were to find your way back near here or remnants.” Kivera saw Hecate’s eyes light up at not remembering Zodiarks missions, remembering all the things related to war and death.

“I don’t want to remember this place.. you’re certain?” Kivera leans on her scythe, she regards her highly now as someone non-resistant to change.

“Not a single moment. I promise. Do you want your name to carry over?” Kivera thumbs through a mental index of names she has, settling on the one she currently went by.

“Then I accept these conditions, I don’t want the name Hecate. I want nothing to remain of this dying world.” Kivera kneels down to Hecate and presses her forehead to hers sharing not only a soothing moment but part of her own essence to her.

“Then I give you my name, Kiya. Now rest.” Kivera takes the book Hecate has gently from her. Her eyes skimming over the passage to understand why she chose to look at it in her final moments.

“You are mine, and I am thine, and no power on earth shall make it otherwise.” Kivera collects the book for herself, as she sits down letting Hecate use her lap to rest her head on. Kivera chooses benevolence with her rather than violence.

With simple touch on her head, Kivera begins to leech her life out, something she has done to others who earned this kind of death a gentle one. Hecate was far too gravelly injure to be moved to somewhere more fitting. So Kivera sits with her much like she did for Sera, and like Damien.

Hecate had drifted to sleep, to her death, never feeling pain beyond a dull headache. Kivera collects her spirit like she has others to send back to the aether. To Hydaelyn who wanted her.

The next time she encountered Hecate now Kiya was after her exchange with Thordan. Kiya looked at her with such fear, her own appearance was similar to Kivera’s. It didn’t make sense to her, Kivera only gives her a brief glance before she disappears from her.

The third time she encountered her was during her travel to The First. She had taken something from her then, she still does not recall what Kivera took. But she also gained something, a stronger will.

“Look at this world as I would, and do not let them pursuade you with false ideals. Darkness is a blessing as much as light. You chose to be a black mage of your own, now use that power.” Everytime Kiya was on the brink of death she met Kivera. Not understanding her until she sought her out in Amaurot, her friends were remembering their former lives. Yet she couldn’t remember a speck of it.

“Please, tell me?” Kivera sighs.

“You can’t remember. It will undo the magic that protects you from a harsh reality.” Kiya looks up at her hovering in place.

“Why is it so bad to remember?” Kiya had kneeled down low in front of Kivera.

“You don’t want to remember a dying world, the soul that you were formerly made a pact with me to never remember it. I will honor her wishes over your desire to remember. Go home to your husband and live a calm life for that child within you.” Kivera left her without telling her a shred of that life, keeping her word as much as it pained her to see her distraught now.

“The memories of the dead are always to be respected. My small doppelganger the truth would hurt you.”

Kivera does hand her a book, the one she kept from Hecate, returning it to its owner. With the highlighted passage she loved marked with a white feather.

At the back of the book was the only thing she told Kiya of. Her former name. Hecate. A message scribed by Kivera from that night.

“You may not understand it when you are handed this book now. This was your favorite, you clung to it even as you died. You died with a smile on your face, the life you led before was unfulfilling, a woman who dreamed of love, but never experienced it, a woman who will go on to experience what this life didn’t. There is an agreement in place, you can’t remember or your life will end. It is a law of the underworld. All you need to know is you will be protected until I know it is the end.” Kivera. Kiya hugs the book to herself accepting the conditions all over again, all that Kivera can tell her without directly saying it.

“I’ll go home.” When she first arrived back to Ishgard after what felt like months in The First, she was first to spy Aymeric, and ran to him. She realized that the memories of an old life was not worth the chance of losing everything she gained. Even as she clung to her new life as he hugged her back.

Kivera gave Kiya much more than what she realized while taking away one thing. The last memory of Hecate in her soul that could be sparked. The memory of the book in her arms, so she can experience it new.

Kivera now sits a few feet away from Shuri and Estinien. The other reason Kivera didn’t want Kiya to remember, was she didn’t want to see Kiya broken in mind the way Shuri was after losing two pieces of her soul from Ardbert and Lilith.

She hopes she has done the right things, even if it means taking over for Kiya. After all she is a means to an end.

#kivera #Kivera and Kiya #lore stories #kiya shinikami #shuri fontaye #kivera x shuri #estinien wyrmblood #small mentions

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ladyramora · 4 years

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Are there any ship blogs you like/would recommend? I need more to follow.

Idk that I follow that many

@windup-dragoon Kiri x Hien

@meepsthemiqo Meeps & her harem

@maiden-born-in-snow Shuri x Estinien + Ardbert (If I remember correctly?)

@aethernoise Alyx x Aymeric

@rhymingteelookatme Thosi x Haurchefant, Thosi x Hien

@ffxivmingxiajiang Ming x Foulques

I know there's more, but I can't remember their Tumblr handles. Sorry, my memory is bad. Feel free to add to this and I will reblog ❤️

#ram replies

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whitherliliesbloom · 4 years

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❤️ Shuri x Estinien double-date with Illya and Alphy! (Sorry, my emojis only has this heart ;-;)

Send a ♡ and a ship in my ask for headcanons regarding your ship going on a double date with Illyanaud [Accepting!]

Illya and Alphinaud don’t take too well to cold weather but... Ski trip date!!

While Illya and Alphinaud don’t tend to like cold weather as much as the other two, they don’t mind the idea of a trip to a ski resort up on a mountain since they know Shuri is fond of winter. Plus! It’ll be a good learning experience for them who both have never learnt to ski before

Alphinaud really does not like the ski lift, but the two girls are just excited to be able to see the view of the landscape.

Shuri is a natural on skis. She may be a little wobbly at first, but she quickly gets a hang of how to ski down a course on her own due in part to her great sense of balance.

Estinien also picks up how to ski almost instantly. He acts like it’s child’s play and is overall a bit of a meanie who teases Illya and Alphinaud when he sees them struggling.

Shuri flicks his forehead probably ;w; Then she proceeds to help Illya andignorealphinaud.

Illya takes to the skis a lot quicker than her boy does, especially with Shuri’s help and she eventually helps Alphinaud by holding his hand and helping him find his balance while Shuri and Estinien race each other down courses

They retreat inside to get hot chocolate when it starts snowing a little too hard and becomes dark, Shuri and Illya have a little girl talk where Shuri asks Illya if Alphinaud’s treated her well while Estinien is predictably silent and Alphinaud has to prod a conversation out of him constantly.

The four of them take a commemorative photo and they all keep the photo on them, even Estinien, don’t let him tell you otherwise.

#double date asks #out of mana #ask #maiden born in snow #shuri #estinien #we've come so far #estinien is big grumps and acts like he isn't having a good time #you're lucky nobody in the group is the type to stuff snow down your shorts estinien

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windup-dragoon · 4 years

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Guess who’s at it again? Me. A stupid drabble of Aymeric x Kirishimi. I’m not really sure when it takes place, probably a little bit after Heavensward. It features the Fantasy Squad; Illya, Shuri, and Laurelis. Really wish I could have written it better but I feel as if I’m forcing myself to write more than writing out of inspiration. Hopefully it isn’t too godawful to read. Anyway, enjoy.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕜

ᴬʸᵐᵉʳⁱᶜ ˣ ᴷⁱʳⁱˢʰⁱᵐⁱ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ¹,⁷⁰⁷

“That woman is insufferable!” An angry Estinien howled into the corridor of Fortemps manor. His heels stamped the polished floors with heavy footfalls as he marched himself back to the parlor.

Alphinaud, Alisaie, and Haurchefant all but dropped their tea at such ferocity that bellowed. What war had they stumbled upon while enjoying fine pastries beside the fire?

“... Do we dare ask?” Alisaie spoke in chosen quiet so only those among her could hear.

Haurchefant, all smiles even in such turmoil, stifled a laugh. From over the back of the lounging chair the young man waved an encouraging gesture for his fellow to join them. “Pray, tell us what ails you!” Haurchefant grinned and eagerly patted the open seat at his side for Estinien.

Before the former azure dragoon could decide his next course of action, however, another set of footfalls padded hastily behind. Estinien whirled on his heel, nearly stumbling into the parlor as his pursuer marched forth, lance in hand.

“Insufferable? Yer the asinine bloke who walked in on me dressin’!” It was Kirishimi, radiating with annoyance and spitting venom. Her lance was raised above one shoulder, poised to be thrown like a javelin at the man before her.

An audible gasp came from the audience.

Estinien could do naught but duck behind a pedestal of arranged flowers to give her reason to hesitate. “Bah! I knocked, you daft girl! Moreover, you were fully clothed!”

“I thought you were the maid comin’ back with that curtain of a dress!” Kiri hissed, “And under armor is just the same as bein’ undressed!”

The trio at the hearth all sighed in relief. A misunderstanding at best. Everyone in attendance was aware of Kirishimi’s disinterest in wearing anything but armor. She likened it to a state of undress, no matter the layers she wore. Even now, standing at the mouth of the corridor in a woolen tunic and pants, Kirishimi held an arm around herself as if preserving herself.

“Enough.” At last a voice of reason emerged. Count Edmont, standing at the Warrior of Lights side, dared to take hold of the lance she brandished. “If you must argue like barbarian children, then have the courtesy to do it outside.” Edmont sounded exhausted but wore a smile nevertheless. Such challenging interactions changed the pace in his life; a bit of excitement he hadn’t endured since his sons were but babes.

“Aye!” Estinien roused to his full height, straightening his suit as if dust had suddenly accumulated.

“Estinien, if I may?” Alphinaud set his tea aside before raising blue eyes to the dragoons. “Did you not say you came to deliver something? You made it sound urgent.”

“...Yes.” Sighed the man, abruptly remembering his composure. “Although I wouldn’t call it urgent.” From the depths of his breast pocket he produced the trinket he had been tasked to deliver. A golden partial mask of lace and blue hued jewels. Its design was simple enough but likened to that of a dragon.

“Since this is a masquerade you will be attending, I thought it only suitable to have one made custom.” Edmont announced with a touch of pride.

Kirishimi, having long since lowered her weapon, found herself staring blankly at the object in question. The curves the mask made to match cheekbones held sharp edges, layered with small golden metals that looked like scales.

Such a small but precious thing. Her fingertips gingerly held it once Estinien handed it over outright, examining the small embedded sapphires that made it spark with radiance by light of the fire. A gift... for her. Already was Edmont having a dress tailored for her and now this? It all felt too much. She had done nothing to be so deserving of such lavished luxuries.

“You have my thanks, Ser Estinien.” Edmont continued on while Kirishimi admired the craftsmanship of her gift.

In return, Estinien gave a nod.

“Now that no one has a desire to harm the other, perhaps we should continue to ready ourselves?” Alisaie, rising from the couch aside Alphinaud, smiled. “It won’t be long now before we will have to make our leave. And if you have no objections, I can help assist you, Kirishimi. Although such stately parties perplex me, I am no stranger to it nonetheless.”

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Kirishimi felt like a painted doll that evening. Her cheeks weighted down with a dusting of powder, lips sticky with a tasteless paint. Despite the hours they had spent deciding the fate of her hair, they had settled to leave it down, quicksilver locks cascading over the bare slopes of her shoulders. At least little, if anyone, took notice of the way she pouted with puffed cheeks beneath her dragon inspired mask.

Before her was a landscape of vivid colored fabric and sparkling gilded jewelry. Not a single mask among the crowd was the same as another. She spotted some as chocobo in design, another a coeurl and even a behemoth with pearls to represent the gnashing fangs of such beasts. Beautiful and striking. But was it necessary? Did any of these party goers know the reality behind their masks inspiration? What a terrifying sound a behemoth could make? How ferocious a coeurl? Though when it came to the chocobo mask that Haurchefant adorned, Kirishimi could only smile. It seemed befitting of him. At least a chocobo could not maim.

“You have the look of a leashed wolf.” A voice at her side startled Kirishimi out of thought. She had been sitting alone upon a bench beneath a window for some time, until now. Estinien now occupied a spot beside her, a mask with a wyverns aspect in ebony obscuring his own unamused features.

“I feel foolish.” Kiri admitted in a sigh. She had been absently picking at the sparkles that dusted her midnight blue dress, her golden mesh clad fingertips looking as if she had touched the wings of a butterfly.

“Indeed, you do.” He mused, chuckling lightly when Kirishimi nearly hissed. “How is it that your friends can enjoy themselves yet you sit alone sulking?” Estinien gestured to the crowd.

Here and there she could spot them. Her beloved friends, chatting and dancing, drinking in the elegance of the night. Illya and Alphinaud having a bashful conversation beside an overflowing bouquet of lively flowers. Kirishimi could practically hear Illya praising the plants for producing such exquisite petals. Shuri had struck up a conversation with Alisaie, both so lively and bursting with laughter. Laurelis being swept cheerfully away by Lord Haurchefant, eagerly occupying the floor with their dance.

But this setting was more attuned for them. The others were well versed in such affairs as parties. They all looked so stunning in their gowns and attire; beautiful and enchanting. Comfortable. Kirishimi, meanwhile, had to enlist Alphinaud and Alisaie’s help just to attend.

“They’re better adapted, I’m afraid.” Kirishimi closed her eyes and blew out a sigh.

“Who is better adapted?” A familiar tone struck her ears. Warm and almost melodious. She would recognize it even in the midst of a thunderstorm.

Immediately her eyes opened, revealing to her a recognizable face smiling down at her. Onyx hair curled at his cheeks and over his brow, his aquamarine eyes shimmering beneath a mask of painted sapphire and dusted in gold. The mask another dragon aspect, with horns that were lost in the curl of his hair. His smile, that damnable smile that made her heart flutter as if a bird, filled his features with warmth and delight.

Quickly she glanced away, to Estinien at her side, only to discover the dragoon had long since vacated. That sly fox.

“Estinien made mention that you were alone. I apologize for not seeking you out sooner, Kirishimi.” Aymeric made an apologetic face, truly regretful.

“No... Don’t be. I’m sure your time at social events is always spoken for.” She could see it now. The crowd of lords and ladies around him, beckoning for his attention over political or personal conversations. It had occurred to her that seeking him out was an option upon arrival, but hesitation made her falter. Instead she found herself visiting the table of decorated pastries and glittering glasses of crimson wine.

Aymeric suddenly took to his knee, eye level with the woman before him. His gloved hand embraced hers, holding hers as if he had captured a firefly. Delicately.

“There was not a moment I hadn’t searched the crowd for you. Imagine my fear when I thought perhaps you were not in attendance.” If anyone else had spoken such fanciful words, Kirishimi would have assumed it a lie. No one wants to spend a lavish party like this with a woman of her standard. But Aymeric had such a way about him. Every word whispered was heartfelt, true, and meaningful. She was compelled to believe him which made her heart drum beneath her chest. Such an elated feeling... To be wanted.

“Then do you care to sit beside me?” She offered with a shy smile tugging at her painted lips.

“No.” His answer was immediate, just as pronounced as he rose to his feet once more, her hands still clasped in his. “Rather, I have a better idea in mind. If you will indulge me?”

Before she knew it, Aymeric had pried her from the bench. He spirited her through the throngs of people who whispered beneath decorated masks. Briskly walking hand-in-hand beside party goers who all froze mid sentence.

The silence was deafening. All the life had faded from the crowd, even the music having hushed. She could only hear the hum of her heart and the clicks of her heels against the polished floors while trailing behind Aymeric.

But soon they came to a stop. Lord Haurchefant and Laurelis, having had stopped mid dance, smiled brightly now that the two had joined them on the dance floor.

Music once again started. Soft at first, a whisper over the murmur of the crowd. Aymeric whirled on his heel to again face Kirishimi, his fingers laced with hers while his other arm fastened around her waist, drawing her close.

“Dance with me?”

Kirishimi, feeling the sensation of a blush burning her cheeks, could only smile at such an innocent request. “Of course.”

#|| Untold Stories #ffxiv writing #aymeric x wol #ser aymeric #aymeric de borel #it's really lame #my b #kiri and estinien are like brother and sister #they just argue #but they watch out for one another #kind of #aymeric plz waltz with kiri into the sunset #also Haurchefant doesn't die in this #:^)

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theadventuresofshuri · 4 years

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songbird

♪ - A little Melodies of Life to help spur the romantic muses. Compile a list of tracks that best match your muse and their s/o. Even if it’s just in headcanon or music that fits their love style.

Thancred x Shuri

tiān ruò yǒu qíng - A-Lin

E.T - Tiffany Alvord

Final Distance - Hikaru Utada

Damaged-Redemption Extended ver - Plumb

a Bell - Ayumi Hamasaki

Baby, I Love You - Tiffany Alvord

Cherish - Ai Otsuka

Valenti - BoA

Loves me Not - t.A.T.u (flydream remix)

Unbroken - Anna Blue

Break In - Halestorm

Estinien x Shuri

Keep It Under - Damien Dawn

If I Can’t Love Her - Terrance Mann

Sakura Nagashi (English ver) - Miku-tan

Sacrifice - t.A.T.u

Honeythief - Halou

Rescue - Tommee Profitt, Raine Wilder, Svrcina

Beautiful With You - Halestorm

Lost in This Dance - Lena Katina

Hurts Like Hell - Fluerie

Hikari - Mai Hoshimura

Tagged by: @windup-dragoon

Tagging: @whitherliliesbloom @self-ship-nerd and anyone who wants to do it!

So, more a less a headcanon-y explanation of these playlist:

With Thancred x Shuri, it all centers on the premise of Thancred being Shuri’s first love. Of course, Shuri (being Shuri) has a bad habit of misunderstanding and taking Thancred’s flirtations (the biggest misunderstanding is his feelings toward Minfilia) at face value. She keeps her feelings inside and has yet to tell Thancred of how she feels.

With Estinien x Shuri, Shuri is definitely soft toward Estinien; however, she wanted them to start off as comrades and friends. HUGE Headcanon that Estinien started off as being hostile to Shuri at first (because she is an Au Ra, whispered to be descendants of dragons), but she slowly warms him up to her as time goes on. Shuri definitely starts getting confused in regards to whether she feels actual love for Estinien or if she’s just dealing with a case of emotion transference.

#ship playlist #whooooo-eee

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unbloomingmoonflower · 9 months

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I'm reading this new webtoon called The Dragon King's Bride and it's giving me major Shuri x Estinien AU vibes.

Or some regular chickadee with some other dragon since that's a thing that can happen in canon FFXIV

#gpose #shuri x estinien

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inviouswriting · 3 years

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Light and Dark

Cameo characters - Shuri belongs to @snow-covered-moon for the polyship.

A little dive into Kivera’s insecurities. I needed to write them.

Kivera is use to alot of things, one of these is watching people praise others for their hard work or titles. She sits in on another meeting in her successors stead. Orange eyes lit up at how some of these people talk.

It has to be carry over from her former ranks, she was taught the importance of humility. So seeing how some of the Scion’s take small victories as great chances to have parties irks her. They should be planning for their next moves, she would already have it mapped out.

Such is the difference between herself and those of this star. She wears her annoyance heavy, as a way to deter others from interacting as some of the Rising Stone members try to outdrink each other, or do strength contests.

Paglth’an had just barely been won, and she felt it is too soon for a victorious celebration.

“Aren’t you going to join in?” Kivera looks over to the source of who talks to her. Thancred, he had been trying to make peace with her since she had joined along with Shuri and Estinien. She is not interested in his company.

“Parties are not my thing. If anything they spell disaster for me.” She leans away from Thancred, using subtle body language to close herself off.

“We take what we can get, little joy amongst chaos.” He explains, Kivera didn’t want the explanation. Celebrations and parties were telling to her. That there is an “end” coming.

“It’s absurd to celebrate victory after a battle when you’ve yet to really win a war. Where I come from, preemptive celebrations can make people cocky and forget the lives that were lost during those battles.” Kivera stares at Thancred out of the corner of an eye.

“I forgot you are more of a doom and gloom type.” She flattens her ears at this.

“It wouldn’t hurt you to loosen up a little.” Thancred points out, and Kivera scoffs under her breath.

“I’m just here for Shuri and Estinien.” Kivera turns her head away from Thancred, keeping her eyes closed so he doesn’t see the red tinting into them from his comments. She can’t relax, she isn’t made to relax. Instead of leaving her, Thancred sits down near her. She glances at him out of the corner of an eye.

“We know how foolish it is to celebrate small victories. However it gives those who fought hard motivation to keep going. If we continually focus on fighting without reprieves. They’ll burn out, and we need them feeling like they can take on the world versus they might die tomorrow.” Kivera turns her head to look at him fully, a rare moment he manages to do is make her understand.

She is aware Shuri and him ended amicably later hashing it out among themselves. Kivera looks at those around her differently, evaluating their demeanors. The absolute joy on some, while there are a few mustering simper expressions. They don’t need death to remind them their time is limited.

Thancred sees her observing again, reading the faces and demeanors of his allies. He places a hand on her shoulder to pat it, Kivera rolls her eyes at the gesture then leans back to relax. She doesn’t bat an eye to another joining the small table. G’raha Tia, another one she isn’t too thrilled on talking to, yet here he was approaching her and Thancred with drinks for both of them.

“This seems like a quiet corner.” Kivera glances pass him to Estinien who nods that it’s okay.

“Was quiet, seems I’m gaining popularity.” Kivera leans a little more away from Thancred, he takes the hint to remove his hand from her shoulder. Kivera looks between the guys. G’raha Tia had spent time tailing after her watching her take lives in Paglth’an . A humbling experience seeing the reaper at her work sending those back to the ether.

“Are you just shy?” Thancred notes the way Kivera pulls away, and sees her snap her attention to him.

“No, I just don’t like parties. I rather not go into it, it’ll dampen the mood.” Kivera deflects his question, green eyes flash yellow enough wondering why he would ask her that.

“Alright, you can trust us too as solace when it is needed.” G’raha offers, he saw her uncomfortable with just Thancred and went over to check on her. Given her previous encounters with Thancred.

“Thank you, but there are some things you are best not knowing.” She has her wall back up before Thancred managed to get through and see a sliver of just what made Shuri and Estinien love her. The small vulnerabilities that even a strong being has.

“You don’t have to share everything. Or anything at all, sometimes just sitting near others is enough.” G’raha Tia offers her the drink and she officially takes it. It is a different atmosphere to her, what it is like to just be somewhere without “being” her role.

Kivera lowers her eyes feeling small, feeling just a little out of place. Her hands placed in front of her in thought. Her mind drifts to one of her own, remembering his words in how she should relax, that not everything is “death” she knows that. Yet she never understood it. She is surrounded by life, when she lifts her eyes she sees a few of the group in the other room do squat challenges between Hoary Boulder and Lyse. Seeing who is stronger.

Just to the side of them is Alphinaud and Alisaie cheering them on, with their favorites. Y’shtola and Urianger taking bets. Estinien manning the bar with Shuri, sharing a plate of food.

Kivera doesn’t realize she is smiling till G’raha tia turns his head in the direction. Thancred sees it too.

“They talk alot about you Kivera, they weigh your feelings alot. How to let you experience life and truly live.” Thancred takes another chance and pulls the reaper into a side hug. Kivera is surprised by this and sits upright.

“Too much.” She warns, and Thancred understands.

“Just a gesture.” Kivera flicks her tail at her side, she looks at the empty cup that once held wine for her. When did she drink all of it, she wishes it affected her like the others. She finally feels comfortable enough to sit near these two and leans back in her seat. Estinien catches this and nudges Shuri to look over.

The aura sees Kivera relaxed, and smiles brief no longer worrying if G’raha or Thancred would be sent flying across the room. Kivera would have.

“You two want to see something?” Kivera has a hint of amusement in her voice, the two men next to her look at her.

“Sure, humor us.” Kivera raises a hand up and makes a circle with her finger before sending a water ball at the back of Hoary’s head, making him slip up on his squat giving Lyse the victory.

There is a roar of laughter when the Roe stands up shocked and rubbing the back of his head like he had seen a ghost.

“You devil.” Thancred laughs.

“In the flesh~” Kivera gets up from the table to go enjoy the celebration with the others. Taking Hoary up on a challenge to see who can out drink the other.

Estinien approaches Thancred and G’raha Tia some time afterwards.

“You two managed to do an impossible. She seems genuinely happier after talking to you two.” Estinien gives the two new tankards of ale.

“You know her better than we do, but there are some things that can’t be taught by loved ones. How to truly live.” Estinien nods to G’raha Tia. He’ll hear it later from Kivera ranting about how obnoxious the two are, but he can tell something changed in the reaper.

“Just be careful about prying into her life. There are still things I don’t know about her.” Estinien looks up to see Shuri and Kivera dance together, Kivera seeking affection from the aura and clinging closer, a sign she has had enough of being around the group and will leave them to fly off for a bit.

“We won’t pry beyond what she feels comfortable to disclose.” Thancred confirms the warning, and lets Estinien leave them to steal Shuri and Kivera to head home.

Kivera gives one last glance to Thancred and G’raha. A flash of gold from her irises before she follows after Shuri and Estinien out to take an airship.

Kivera still has alot of personal growth around the living. Words from Chiron remind her to take times to live, instead of staying dead.

#Kivera Siverstein #kivera x estinien x shuri #estinien wyrmblood #ffxiv estinien #estinien #shuri fontaye #thancred waters #G'raha Tia

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unbloomingmoonflower · 11 months

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[ approach ] sender approaches receiver at a ball and asks to dance with them (For Shuri x Estinien perhaps??)

Me thinks I have a vision of how this is gonna go, and this is probably gonna be pre-Shuri x Esti marriage (eyo, courtship)! Mentioning of Hali, if that's okay, lovely!

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The chandelier shimmered overhead above the massive ballroom as the sounds of swishing skirts accompanied the music that flowed so seamlessly into the air.

It was a beautiful sight, one can admit: the glowing hall, couples dancing or standing off to the side to converse with others, with sparkling spirits in fanciful glasses in their hands.

Yet, the sharp, sapphire eyes travelled to the Xaela that stood at her lonesome across the hall. Estinien was not one for such frivolous parties, but he arrived all the same at Aymeric's insistence. He strongly suspected that this was Hali's doing, however; the Lalafellin woman had chirped suggestions on what attire Estinien should don with an almost mischievous smile.

It was clear Shuri had a little help, as she wasn't one who indulged in fineries either. Her gown, pure white, seemed to shimmer about the skirt, her silver hair in loose curls down her back and adorned with pearl clips. Such fine things became her.

She fidgeted where she stood and it was clear she was nervous. How often would one find the warrior in such setting with many people?

Estinien made his way to her, crossing the throng of people, until he was face-to-face with Shuri--whose expression seemed to brighten at the sight of him. "Estinien."

"You could do to appear less nervous," he advised. Now that he was closer, he could see the faint dust of makeup on Shuri's face. Not heavy to be obvious, but subtle enough to enhance her beauty further.

Shuri's fidgeting began anew. "It's not often I'm at these kinds of parties. I'm usually...well, you're aware."

"I am." Estinien agreed with a nod.

Silence fell between them, yet it wasn't awkward as their earlier days of being acquainted. It was comfortable.

Yet, Estinien could practically hear Hali chiding him to be more assertive regarding his feelings for Shuri (ironic, coming from the woman who hid her feelings for Aymeric for so long). Yet he knew enough of Shuri to know that this would make her comfortable as well.

The words fell from his lips with practiced ease as though he belonged in this world of fineries and frivolities with her. "Would you like to dance?"

The Xaela looked up at him and a soft smile touched her lips. "I'd love to."

#moonie writes #shuri x estinien

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