#Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn

[endangered-liaison]

Prompt #19: Turn a Blind Eye

Thubyrgeim regards the Bellworks Manufacturing Company's offices with curiosity.

 She keeps track of all her former students to the best of her abilities, but Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn had been an odd one even as far as Arcanists are concerned (which is saying something). Somehow, she'd expected her to end up somewhere...stranger.

 This is just a building. Like any other here in Ul'dah. More upstanding than many, in fact - she's fairly sure she passed by five brothels on the way here, which would be excessive by Limsan standards. Everything's bigger in Ul'dah except the people, it seems.

 She shifts the crate in her arms as she reaches the front door, shifting it to press uncomfortably into her side as she turns the handle and does an awkward crate-carrying-shuffle through the doorway.

 The interior is...messy. The grandfather clock behind the front counter is chipped and half-broken, and there's marks on the carpets that clearly show where furniture had previously been, with each piece being in a slightly different place now. As if everything in the building had been shuffled around in some odd game.

 "Ah...hello." The receptionist behind the counter, at least, doesn't seem bothered by the state of things. In fact, he doesn't seem particularly bothered by anything. The lalafell man simply turns a page of his book. She can't make out the full title, just On The Esoterek Practises of Vo--; the rest is covered by his hand.

 "Help you?" He asks, gruffly, not looking up.

 "Ah, yes. I'm looking for Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn? I believe she heads your arcanotechnology department here?" Thubyrgeim shifts the crate in her arms and offers a polite smile to the man.

 "Wyda? Probably in her loft. Through the door, up to the top floor."

 She blanches.

 A loft.

 This crate suddenly feels a lot heavier.

 He finally looks up from his book, then to the crate she's carrying. He hmphs to himself. "I'll call 'er down."

 "Oh, thank the gods."

_ _ _

 Wyda had hugged her. Of course she had. As a mercy, she'd left the crate on the table while she waited for her former student's arrival, so its contents aren't thrown across the whole of the office as the woman practically tackles her.

 "Professor!" She sounds delighted. She looks...happy. There's a brightness in her eye that had once only been there in the deepest parts of her research. She's gained a little weight, and...by the gods, she doesn't have any cleavage showing. Thubyrgeim might faint. "'Tis wonderful to see you."

 Thubyrgeim finds herself smiling right back, inviting Wyda to join her on the fainting couch in the cubby area near to the stairs. "It's good to see you as well. It's far too infrequent that I get to visit my old students - especially the ones who travelled so far away."

 Wyda rolls her eye dramatically as she sits down. "You know that I live in Limsa, aye? You didn't need to come all the way out here. I have a house."

 Thubyrgeim did not, in fact, know that. "...I did not. Your forwarding address was listed here."

 Wyda's face falls. "Ah." Ah. Expecting an Arcanist to remember to update their forwarding address with their former guild when they move was Thubyrgeim's first mistake, when she thinks about it now. "...I might've forgotten to update my address. Sorry."

 Thubyrgeim can't help but laugh, burying her head in her hands. "I shouldn't be surprised. We arcanists are rarely...the most present-minded for things beyond stratagems and research."

 A tilt of her head; a concession without a thousand words to go with it. Times really have changed.

 "Honestly, I think this trip out here will do me good. Some late summer Thanalan sun will help my pallor, and there's a conference being run by the Thaumaturges tomorrow which I plan to attend."

 "You got tickets to that?" Wyda sounds affronted. "Gods, I'd been trying for weeks."

 "Being acting guildmaster has some perks, Wyda. Not many, but it does have them." Thubyrgeim adjusts her glasses, all smugness.

 Wyda harrumphs and crosses her arms over her chest, doing her best to pout. It would look more effective were she ten years younger, and were Thubyrgeim less aware of just how much trouble the woman had been during her time at the Guild.

 In all honesty, the fact that she's able to be here, warm and friendly, is something that she had held doubts about. The accusations of smuggling, the open secret of her habits of providing unlicensed medical aid. Strangeness was accepted in the Arcanist's Guild. Criminality...less so. The fact that she had made it through to her graduation, to hold a doctorate and to be a proud alumnus of the guild, is something that Thubyrgeim had truly found herself doubting at times.

 Sometimes she still questions if they had made the right choices.

 But seeing her here, head of a department, happy and hale, she can't bring herself to doubt those choices in this moment.

 "P'vytola sends her love, before I forget to share that with you, though that is not the reason I am here." Thubyrgeim clears her throat, leaning forwards to pull the crate towards herself. "...The case of the Fraefroea has been closed for some time, and the vault of Mealvaan's Gate can only hold so much evidence. Given Octavian Hostis' recent death, it--"

 Wyda drops something. Which is impressive, considering Thubyrgeim hadn't been aware that she'd been holding anything to begin with. "He's dead?"

 Oh. "...Did no one tell you? I had thought that..."

 Wyda shakes her head. Her eye is wide. Her smile has faded.

 "He vanished from Alliance custody some weeks ago, and his body was found on the coast of La Noscea two days later, run through with a spear of some kind. I had assumed someone would have informed you, given your history with him. It... We are certain it is him. No trickery or fakes. He is certainly dead."

 Wyda wraps her arms around Thubyrgeim without a word, pressing herself close. "...Thank you."

 Oh. She's...not entirely sure how to manage emotions like this. She offers a few pats on Wyda's back, reassuring. "It's over. He can't harm you any further."

 When Wyda pulls back from the hug, she's sniffling, and won't quite meet Thubyrgeim's eyes, but there's a new smile at the corners of her mouth. Something different.

 "So, ah. We. With his death, the case of the Fraefroea was judged to be fully closed, and the evidence cleared to be released. Most of your personal effects were returned to you at the time, but...there's a few things in here that I had thought you might want to have?"

 She shifts the box towards Wyda. She watches her take a few calming breaths. Watches the emotions shift and roil across her like uncertain seas. Watches it all.

 Watches her open the crate.

 She removes things one at a time. A compass (not hers, apparently - some other crew member's). A sectant (actually hers, though it was cheap and she has a better one now). A swagger stick (probably Octavian's, the smug bastard). A musket, unloaded (definitely Octavian's).

 A boning knife. She stabs the blade into the table and snaps the handle. She does it calmly, and coldly. No emotion crosses her face; no fury or grief or despair. She simply sees it and destroys it, like stomping on an ant. "I'll pay to get the table fixed," she murmurs, rolling the broken handle between her fingers.

 An overcoat ("I actually forgot that I'd been wearing this when I was captured!"). A mathematical compass, distinct from the navigational one (that one is Wyda's).

 And finally, the jar.

 Wyda pulls it out. "You brought me..."

 She stares at it. It stares back.

 Thubyrgeim brushes her hair from her face, and tries her best to look positive. This was a stupid idea. "...It... Technically, it belongs to you?"

 There's a few long, painful moments of silence.

 And then, Wyda laughs.

#ffxivwrite2022 #Wyda #Thubyrgeim #Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn #RIGHT under the wire

[norhimorovine]

alias/nicknames: “Rhi” - used by family or close friends; "Squeakers" - a nickname given to her and used by Misah'to

gender: she/her

age: ~28 ish

zodiac: Pisces; Thaliak

abilities + talents: Norhi is a botanist, conjurer, and merchant. She's excellently skilled at the first, and reasonably so at the other two. She also doesn't like sitting still.

alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

languages: Common, Huntspeak (mildly pidgen'd between dessert, mountain, and forest dialects), barely passable Garlean, almost conversational Hand Sign

family: Akizuki Stormshadow - husband; Vhene Stormshadow - daughter; Cordhias Noctfleur - mother (deceased); Vhene'to ?? - father (deceased); P'rischy Morovine - adopted father; Yhuna Morovine - adopted mother; P'Marithosa (Maymay) - adopted grandmother; Lhissa Morovine - younger sister; Dischaus Morovine - younger brother; Nhie'a Noctfleur - half brother; Misah'to aan Noxfolium - Cousin, Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn - adopted sister; etc

friends: Most of Norhi's closest friends are the various members of Bellworks Manufacturing. She's made a few friends in Heartwood in the last year. And a few more in Alvarium. She's got scattered friends from different circumstances across each of the city states and guilds, due to her always on the go nature.

sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

relationship: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated

libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other

hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other: pink

eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other

skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other: grey

height: 5'0"

scars: Norhi's mostly avoided any noticeable scars. Emotional scars might be a different story.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or and tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword shield dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

A few songs that remind you of them:

Back Where I Belong - Otto Knows feat. Avicii Celestial - Ed Sheeran Breathe (2 AM) - Anna Nalick Who Knew - P!nk

tagged by: @tea-and-conspiracy @snowbird-down & @rhotanored

tagging: @pollux-xiv @brave-horizon @haru-qwey @furymint @mostdangerouspotato

[pyjamaenzel]

did some sketch requests on twitter recently :3

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #victoria castle #max sawyer #hyrtwyda eyhafrynwyn #enforcing gauntlet #vandesdelca fende (ffxiv) #enzel draws stuff

[bellworksffxiv]

Eastbound  & Down

Brave Horizon clears her throat and begins speaking in her Chief voice. "The purpose of this meeting is to discuss the upcoming exploratory mission the Eorzean Alliance has entrusted the Bellworks with. They have asked us to search the Ivalician city of Goug, near the Ridorana Lighthouse, in southern Othard."

Brave Horizon: "For those unfamiliar, Goug was famed within Ivalice for its myriad clockwork inventions, and it is a potential source of lost scientific and and engineering knowledge." ]Kail Gerrad: "...and treasure?" Victoria Castle: "Probably." Brave Horizon: "If there is any, the previous tenants aren't using it anymore," she says with a shrug. Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn: "...knowledge is treasure," Wyda murmurs, quietly. Gwenneth Gilrouis breaks her fascination long enough to double-take toward Kail with the expression reserved for disappointed mothers. Kail Gerrad smiles and shrugs. "Oh c'mon...ye were all thinkin it one way or another."

#ffxiv #free company rp #balmung #eastbound & down #ffxiv rp

[dufresne-bellworks]

The Grand Tournament of the Fury 2017

Once more we call upon the champions of Eorzea! Take arms and raise your city-state’s banner high – it’s time for the Grand Tournament of the Fury!

To be held for two weeks during the Third Astral Moon, beginning at the 7th bell at Camp Dragonhead:

Tournament of the Mark (Ranged) – 19th Sun (Friday, May 19th,  7 pm EST)

Tournament of the Blade (Melee) – 21st Sun (Sunday, May 21st,  7 pm EST)

Tournament of the Wand (Magic) – 26th Sun (Friday, May 26th  7 pm EST)

Tournament of the Lance (Joust) – 28th Sun (Sunday, May 28th  7 pm EST)

A celebratory ball in honor of the four champions shall follow in the Pillars, beginning the 7th bell on the 2nd sun of the Third Umbral Moon. (Friday, June 9th at 7pm EST).

Entry is open to all citizens of the Eorzean Alliance, Doma, and Ala Mhigo. Come compete for your city-state to see who is truly worthy of the Fury’s favor! Vendors, bookmakers, and live performers shall be in attendance. Proceeds from the tournament will go towards charitable efforts for all city states involved.

Please send all notes of registry, interest, and inquiry to Lady Eliane Dufresne or to Lady Gwenneth Gilrouis, in the service of House Durendaire.

OOC:

It’s back, folks, and better than ever! Come help us say farewell to beautiful Ishgard right before Stormblood hits! The Dufresne Bellworks will be hosting a good old-fashioned medieval-style tournament once again. There will be four events and four champions, with herald announcers to keep you hyped!:

Ranged Tournament/Champion of the Mark

Melee Tournament/Champion of the Blade

Magic Tournament/Champion of the Wand

Chocobo Jousting/Champion of the Lance

This year, the Tournament will be split over 4 days across the span of two weeks, in order to ensure everyone can attend all four events. There will be no grand champion competition this year; instead, we want to celebrate the four individual champions during the ball! As always, winning a championship also means winning fabulous prizes!

Grand Tournament 2017 Prize List: Now available!

This year, we’ll have a Professional Bookmaker with whom you can place (RPed, no actual gil, please) bets. Whoever wagers successfully on the outcome of the tournament can also win a fun prize!

Additionally, we’re looking to have a fairgrounds area where spectators can buy food and merchandise and listen to live performances between the bouts. If you are a part of a bard, merchant, or culinary FC and would like to set up a stall, let’s talk! Please send a PM on tumblr or the RPC, or an in-game /tell to Eliane Dufresne, Gwenneth Gilrouis, Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn, or Martiallais Heuloix.

For full information on the tournament, as well as tournament rules, please click here. Event attendance and participation is open to everybody who isn’t an Imperial! (Though we encourage our Imperial friends to sneak in anyway. ;) )

***PLEASE NOTE!***: IF YOU ARE PLANNING ON COMPETING THIS YEAR, PLEASE REGISTER WITH US BY WEDNESDAY, MAY 17TH. Contact us via PM on Tumblr or the RPC, or send an in-game /tell to either Eliane Dufresne or Gwenneth Gilrouis, and let us know the following:

-Your character name

-What City-State your character will be representing

-What events your character will be competing in

If for whatever reason you are unable to make the tournament after all, please let us know ASAP so we can update the brackets accordingly.

Additionally, IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HELP DONATE TO THE PRIZE POOL, either for the tournament or the ball, please contact Eliane Dufresne or Gwenneth Gilrouis to transfer your items BY WEDNESDAY, MAY 17th. For the sake of keeping the event running smoothly, we will not accept any item or gil donations after this date. Donors will be credited.

If you have any questions or comments, please contact Eliane Dufresne (@tea-and-conspiracy), Gwenneth Gilrouis (@rose-in-the-stone), Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn (@endangered-liaison), or Martiallais Heuloix (@mythrilreflections) for more details. We hope you’re all as excited as we are. See you there, Balmung!

#ffxiv #ishgard rp #dufresne bellworks #grand tournament #grand tournament of the fury #balmung #server events

[rose-in-the-stone-moved]

((In which Hyrtwyda was very sweet AND I LOVE HER.))

#ffxiv #Moogle Mail #Hyrtwyda #Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn #BAKED GOODS #IN THE MAIL

[endangered-liaison]

Prompt #15: Row

"Alright, Hyrtwyda, why don't you start from the beginning?"

 E-Sumi-Yan interlinks his fingers, leaning back in his chair and looking for all the world like a prodigy teen rather than the old man Wyda knows him to be.

 Unfortunately for him, Wyda actually is a prodigy teen, and she offers a shrug. "Some of the others in the class were being cruel. Normally I ignore them, it's...I'm used to it."

 She is. Roegadyn are rare enough in the Shroud, and grey-skinned ones? Gridania has...a bit of a problem with people with grey skin, considering their stance on Keepers and Duskwights. As far as her classmates are concerned, she's just an extension of that. It's...fine. She's used to it. She ignores it.

 "So what was different today?" he asks, and she tries not to lash out at the fact that he doesn't immediately ask who was being cruel to her, or what they were saying. He doesn't even seem surprised, the arse. So many years of looking after children and he's just accepted that they can be cruel. He doesn't step forwards to do anything about it.

 "They were being mean to another girl. A miqo'te, with pink hair, passing through Westshore Pier. Jeering her. Calling her cruel names and treating her as lesser just because she's not training at the guild." Wyda sticks to the facts. Focuses on them, instead of her bloodied knuckles and broken-and-mended nose. "I didn't like that. I told them to stop."

 By the time the conjurers had reached her to set her nose, her split knuckles and split lip had already healed. If she was more aware of herself - if the teachers and conjurers had been paying attention to her as more than the girl who got in a fight, they'd have noted how surprising that was. Noted how, for all the apparent weakness of her aether and for all her struggles in classes, her wounds had healed before a conjurer had even stepped close to her.

 But they're not paying attention.

 "You told them to stop," E-Sumi-Yan says, chair creaking a little.

 "Yes."

 "And...Hyrtwyda, if I might ask. How exactly did telling them to stop progress to you hitting Pauldecrain in the groin with an oar?"

 Ah.

 Right.

 That part.

 Wyda clears her throat to disguise the almost-laugh. That almost-laugh grows as she opens her mouth to speak, threatening to betray her, and she does her best to keep her voice as level as she possibly can as she replies.

 "Well, sir. The oar was nearby. It's a pier, you see."

#ffxivwrite2022 #Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn #Flashback days bay beeee #plus Norhi cameo! #wyda

[endangered-liaison]

MIRKESWEEP

Roleplaying has a habit of getting you to look up the more obscure parts of a world's lore. In a lot of fandoms there are whole wikis or communities, but in FFXIV you just hear one name when you have a lore question. "Sounsyy wrote about that!"

Sounsyy is a megastar and the work they do is invaluable and SO appreciated. Need to know about Aether? Sounsyy's got a masterpost. Need to know about a region that's a region that's mentioned four times? Sounsyy's got them all listed AND gives context for the surrounding areas.

That’s what I said on my twitter thread about it, but here I want to offer some further thoughts. Some anecdotes.

I play a nerdy arcanist born in a tiny Shroud village, and an ex-imperial whose family hails from near Thavnair - Corvos, specifically. Before 6.0, there was about three pieces of information total about Corvos. And Sounsyy had gathered them all, and provided enough of a picture of the place that I could work that into my character’s lore.

And when it comes to my arcanist, Wyda? Aether, magic, Shroud place names (and specifically Shroud place names referenced in OLD material, like 2.0 Leves or 1.x content). The differences between types of magic. That’s a LOT of information that is needed for actively roleplaying, or writing the backstory, of Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn. A lot of information, found across dozens and dozens of questlines. There’s no ONE source that talks about aether in FFXIV - different details are revealed about it in different questlines. The only source that brings it all together is Sounsyy. And that’s incredible. It’s invaluable, and without them the community of this game would be a very different place.

Archival work isn’t usually thought of as transformative, but Sounsyy’s work truly has transformed the shape of FFXIV.

In case you’re reading this, in amongst what I hope is a huge outpouring of love from other people too: thank you, Sounsyy.

#FFXIVMIRKESWEEP #ffxiv #GET SWEPT IDIOT (affectionate)

[endangered-liaison]

Last line written

tagged by @tea-and-conspiracy and @sergiusreports ! I’m popular!

For Wyda:

Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn: "Eat, eat! I'll go rummage through more papers." She grabs her newspaper from the table, flicking through it once more as she turns to head upstairs. "...There's been a study that shows that hi-ether potions cause increased cancer risk." She squints. In a sample size of fifty, with each taking five times the recommended weekly dose. Not the best science there.

For Max:

Max Sawyer takes the co-pilot's seat. She knows Lee doesn't need a copilot. But it's quiet up front. She gets a front row seat to the end of the world.

Thank you for the tags, and it’s been a hot minute since I’ve RPed Wyda.

Tagging @high-and-away naturally along with @furymint @nutley-rp and @crystalline-promise !

#ask meme

[endangered-liaison]

A new chapter

#ffxiv #Wyda Eyhafrynwyn #Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn #I wanted to update my outfit masterpost

[endangered-liaison]

In the hype-time before Endwalker, I wanted to make a timeline of WoL Wyda’s canon outfits, over the years. From pre-ARR times, all the way to the outfit she’ll be going into Endwalker in.

She’s come a long way, and I’m proud of her.

#ffxiv #Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn #Wyda #Aettir is just the best sword #I know it and she knows it

[endangered-liaison]

A Shield of Hope

#ffxiv #Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn #Wyda

[endangered-liaison]

"Swords, firesand, magitek. The world moves on, little by little, day by day. And I've no intention of being left behind."

#ffxiv #Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn #This glamour took an hour to put together and I'm so happy with it #gposers

[endangered-liaison]

A Fond Farewell

Wyda.

Wyda’s eyes open.

Both eyes.

Hm. So. Dream, then. If there's one thing unresolved trauma is useful for, it's quickly identifying what is real and what isn't. She always has both, in her dreams.

She's in...her parents' house, again. She runs her fingers through the blanket beneath her. Her mother had to throw this blanket out, years ago, when Wyda had taken it outside, forgotten about it, and left it out in the rain for two days.

The window is open, and she can hear birds chirping through it. Rays of sunlight peek through - if she'd rested for just a few more minutes, they would've hit her face and given her a much ruder...awakening? Is that the right term, when one is in a dream?

She sits up, breathing in the scent of the forest. She smells woodsand - Eyhafryn must have been working.

A waiting room.

Hyrt's voice surprises her, for some reason. It takes her a moment to realise it's not internal - it's coming from the woman herself, across the room from her. leaned against the wall, hidden away in the last remaining shadows of the room like they're her only refuge.

That's what you called it last time you were here. When you were waiting for me.

"What am I waiting for this time?" she asks, feeling the words bleed into the surroundings and muffle into nothingness.

Well, that's the rub, isn't it? Hyrt steps forwards, trying to sidestep the sunlight as best as she can. As it hits her, it does something strange to Wyda's eyes, her appearance shifting and shimmering in a way that feels slightly painful to look at. You're here for our last lesson.

The finality of that catches Wyda by surprise, and she tilts her head in confusion. She stays quiet, though - she usually lets Hyrt do the talking, after all.

What is a soul? she asks.

Wyda blinks at the question. Thinks on it. "A soul is... a force. It's entangled aether, potential energies roiling together in controlled chaos."

A soul is a person, Wyda. It's who we are. More than our memories, more than our upbringing. It's the core of everyone's being. Hyrt grins, purple eye shining in the dark and, just for a moment, catching the sunlight. And like a body, it's the natural inclination of a soul to want to be whole.

The meaning of that particular phrase takes Wyda a little longer. "Like... stitching a person's finger back on, or using healing magic to seal wounds?"

Exactly! Gods, I love how clever we are.

Wyda snorts a laugh at that, standing up and wandering over to her window to peer outwards.

It's not her father outside.

She expected to see Eyhafryn making a table or a spear or perhaps a cupboard, but instead... Max is there, carving something delicate with a whittling knife. Humming a song that Wyda can only hear when she looks at her. The moment she looks back to Hyrt, it stops.

Honestly... I just want to be done with the lesson, and skip to the part where I tell you what's about to happen. No obfuscation, no internal monologues. Hyrt crosses her arms over her chest, looking away and clearing her throat. She seems...pained. The wall between our souls is all-but faded. With the tiniest push... it'll collapse completely.

...

...

"...oh."

...Yeah.

Wyda swallows down whatever she's feeling. She doesn't know how to explain the emotion in her chest right now. Grief, maybe? "W-what does that mean for you? For us?"

Hyrt sighs, the noise echoing through the room in a way Wyda's words aren't. You'll...be whole again.

"That isn't what I asked, and you know it."

I'm proud of you, did you know that? Hyrt says, in lieu of answering. I thought it would take another year or so for us to merge completely, but...you've surprised me. The walls break down faster when the soul recognises itself. And yours recognises me.

Hyrt walks through the sunlight again, peering past Wyda's shoulder to look out of the window. Whatever she sees out there makes her smile, and Wyda glances over her shoulder.

The humming starts again, but this time there's another voice singing over the tune. Victoria is reading a book, a pair of ridiculous sunglasses on her face and a hat covering her head from the harsh sunlight. She doesn't even seem to be aware that she's singing along.

I love you, Wyda. And I thought it would take longer for you to accept me, because... well.

"Because I don't." Wyda speaks the words out loud, and tears her gaze away from the scene outside again. The music stops the moment she looks away again; the unnerving impermanence of dreams.

No. Because you didn't. And that is why I'm proud of you.

Wyda feels a sob burn up through her throat, at the moment she least expected it. It sears through her, tears springing into her eyes as she reaches her hand to her face. "I'm not ready for you to go, Hyrt."

Oh, darling... Hyrt approaches, distorting and shifting ever more as she steps into the sunlight, until she's closed the gap between the two of them to almost nothing. She reaches up, her fingers brushing Wyda's cheeks as she wipes her tears away. Please don't be sad. Come now, this should be a joyous occasion!

Wyda just sniffles in reply. She can't find the words to explain.

I'm coming home, joining with your soul once more. So...I won't really be gone.

Hyrt smiles, so gently.

I'll be a part of you! And that is the best fate I could dream of.

Wyda swallows, and meets Hyrt's eye. She stares, until she feels able to speak. "...I love you."

Aye. You love you, and that is the greatest gift of all.

Wyda rolls her eyes, giggling despite herself. "Don't you twist my words around on me."

Then speak more clearly!

They stand there, in silence, for a while. Wyda isn't sure how long it is. It could be ten minutes, or it could be a bell or two. Time moves strangely in dreams, and she's in no rush to move.

Are you ready?

"...No. But... I don't really get a choice in the matter, do I?"

It's the natural inclination of the soul to want to be whole, she answers, soft and sweet.

"Some day, you'll learn that your clever-sounding answers aren't always as clever as you think they are."

Hyrt brushes her thumb over Wyda's cheek. I'll learn when you do.

Wyda rolls her eyes, laughing to herself. And, after a moment, she leans forwards until her forehead rests against Hyrt’s. "... Okay. I'm ready."

Then close your eyes.

She closes her eyes.

Breathe deep through your nose.

She breathes, slow and deep.

Let the air fill your lungs, then let it pass through your lips. Slower. Slower.

Her breathing slows.

Listen to my voice.

Listen to our heartbeat.

With every breath you grow lighter, and slip further…

Wyda's eye opens.

#Stars and Shadow #ffxiv #ffxiv RP #Hyrt #Wyda #Hyrtwyda Eyhafrynwyn

[endangered-liaison]

Your Character Arc: Wyda & Max

Wyda: Redemption arc

your story had a pretty rough start and you did some things you're not proud of, but you made the choice to change. i won't go through how important it is to accept responsibility and keep striving to improve or whatever because you know that already. what i think you should know is that your fuel does not need to be shame. you don’t need to stand over the bathroom sink with your blood in your hands until you can no longer make out your reflection. you will look at your face and you will see the person you used to be, but that person no longer exists. today, you are looking, and that makes all the difference.

Max: Corruption arc

so. you got worse. and i'm not entirely sure i can blame you for it. maybe it was in you all along, hidden and waiting, or maybe someone planted it in you and watched it grow. either way, it's there now and you hold it in your fist like a second heart - this blood, this hunger, this thrill of having teeth and using them. perhaps you are right to. you are a mirror for the hardness of the world, and a mirror that we could all stand to look in more often. it's hard to watch the bleeding bring about more blood, but it is undeniable that you are very good at wounding.

These both....seem INITIALLY like they don’t fit at all, if you just read the titles of each of them. But the descriptions...my GOD the descriptions came for my throat and for theirs. 

she needs me more than i need untainted hands

I lived as a monster, my only / hope is to die like a child

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