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umbralsound-xiv · 9 days

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Camaraderie And Comfort.

Trying to find anything to help Sayuri's situation was like grasping at straws. Still, i wouldn't give up. We'd gotten this far, hadn't we? I had no books on the matter, and thought to go to the company house to look for something potentially useful. It had been a few bells with no joy, until i was joined by someone i had meant to seek out since that fateful sun...

A long sigh, and the sound of turning paper were all that gave any clue Bexy would have been upstairs, had the house staff not noted her arrival. Bexy slowly thumbs through a book, icy gaze settled on the words between various pictures of crystals and other aetheric matter. A teacup sits abandoned next to a plate of crumbs on the table; Bexy had been here for some time, at least… And showed no sign of wishing to depart any time soon.

Timid, light steps made themselves known in the stairs that led up to the second level of the estate as Alari peeked into the sun room. At first glance she could not see anyone and ventured further in, only to be surprised at the sight of Bexy. She anxiously rubbed her arm before daring to approach. "U-uhm… Good day, Comman- I mean, Bexy." She managed to greet her with a shy smile. "I hope I am not.. disturbing?"

Alari Nelhah smiles weakly at you.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Alari." Bexy's expression warms immediately upon seeing the Keeper, settling a small slip of paper between the pages of the book she idly closed. "A welcome interruption, you need not apologise, hm? There's only so long i can read before all the letters become just… Shapes." The book on… Aetherology, of all things, is settled on her hip, clearly not intended to be obscured. "How have you been?"

Alari Nelhah glanced curiously at the book, not entirely sure what the contents could be about. It sounded advanced. "Oh, uh… I have been.. well, thank you. You were… studying?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…In a sense, yes. You recall me mentioning Sayuri's… Affliction?" Bexy asks, head tilted, unsure how much Alari was aware of.

Alari Nelhah: "I… Yes, I recognize that. That's why we went to…" Her hands gripped the ruffles of her dress tightly on each side as her ears drooped a touch. "… That's why you needed to.. take one of those people… for information… right?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Correct." Bexy replies. It's very matter-of-fact, the single word offered with a dip of her head. "We're in the process of devising a cure. Or, at the very least some kind of treatment. I was simply prying through the company tomes to see if there was anything… Useful."

Alari Nelhah: "That's… that's good, right? Then it all paid.. off…" Despite her attempts at sounding optimistic, it was clear that Alari's voice did not hold the same conviction. She again rubbed her arm as her head dipped in thought. "… Bexy, I… I wanted to.. talk with you about that day. About… what happened. Do you.. have time..?"

I had a feeling this conversation would come. Not that i'm frightened, or... Upset, for having it. Just... Well. I suppose that depends on what she asks me.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Time is the most precious thing we are ever given. But for you Alari, i do." Her smiling features slowly soften into concern as she closes the gap, eyes tracing over the younger woman. "Would you like some tea? Something to eat while we talk, perhaps?"

Alari Nelhah nodded, managing a small smile in return. "Thank you… that would be nice."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Rolanberry? If only because i still have some in the pot. And there are still some cakes and pastries. Find somewhere comfortable and i will join you in a moment, hm?" A brighter smile, some effort made to encourage her, before Bexy made for the tea stand to prepare their drinks.

Alari Nelhah: "Ah- th-that will be just fine. Uhm… thank you again, Bexy." She slowly turned around on the spot to try make up her mind on where she would sit before finally deciding to simply sit down on the closest available spot.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "No need to thank me. We are friends, are we not?" The question came with a cant of her head, the teapot instead brought to the table with an extra cup and plate; Bexy opting to use her own from earlier. A steaming cup of well-steeped rolanberry tea settles in a ruby red hue in either cup, as Bexy settles on the nearby chair. "…You wanted to talk." Bexy begins, softly. "…I am here to listen. Or… To answer questions, as i suspect may be the case…"

The declaration that they were friends came to such a surprise to Alari that she had to take a moment to simply stare at Bexy with eyes of wonder, even blushing a bit at the comment. She smiled shyly as she watched the cup of tea being placed in front of her. "… I… I'm glad. It… helps to ease my worry a little about… bringing this up." Her hands clutched nervously in her lap, and she swallowed. "Uhm.. Bexy… That day was… the first time I have ever fought… people."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…I… Thought it might be the case. Even before we went." Bexy's teacup is nestled in her hands, perched on her knee. "…The first you ended a life. Or… So i can assume."

I've seen that look more than a few times before. She'd never taken a life, and... I had somewhat expected that when we first ventured out. ...She wanted to help so badly. I knew the risks, but... Well, i suppose it's better she's with friends when it happens. And who better to give advice than me, who has killed so many?

Her shoulders slumped and her ears drooped as she listened to Bexy, dipping her head to look down at her still clutched hands. She nodded carefully, and when she spoke her voice was very small. "… Yes. I have never… aimed at a person before. Aimed with the intention to harm. To…" She breathed in sharply, fearing to say the word to finish the sentence. "I-I have hunted before… Hunted game, for food. B-but this…"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…It's different. I know." A small sip of her tea is taken, head slowly dipped. "Alari… You're allowed to be upset about it. It's okay. Just… You wanted to help so badly. I knew it was safe enough. And that the people who opposed us did not deserve mercy."

Alari Nelhah sniffled as her emotions finally got to her, lifting one hand to try and rub her eyes. "I-I know I should have been more… prepared. To… expect that this was bound to happen. I-I know you warned me it would get… violent. Dangerous. A-and that they were… bad people." She lifted her gaze to look at Bexy with teary eyes.

Alari Nelhah: "B-but I… I can still see that person's… face. When my arrow hit, and they… Knowing I had… killed them." Her words come as a terrified whisper and she had to cover her mouth to prevent a sharp sob.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Oh, Alari…" Her name is whispered in reply, and no sooner had Bexy settled on the chair had she left it, to extend her gloved arms to Alari should she wish for their comfort. "…No amount of preparation could dull the feeling. No amount of warning could have allowed us to foresee what might have happened. They were our enemies, but they were people, too." A small pause, as Bexy allows the quiet to hang for a moment before adding. "…Better for you to feel this way than nothing. I promise you that much."

In truth, i would have been more alarmed if she'd have felt... Nothing. This is... Normal. Uncomfortable, and difficult, and full all kinds of conflicting emotions, but... Normal, regardless.

Alari Nelhah looked at Bexy and the offered comfort, leaning into her arms and clinging like a frightened child as she allowed her sobs to escape her properly. "People… they were people… I killed someone who… was someone." Her tear stained cheeks were pressed against Bexy as she hid against her. "How… how do you deal with this, Bexy? This.. this burden. This weight…"

Gloved fingertips idly comb through Alari's hair, though Bexy's response does not follow immediately. A long inhale, and a slow exhale, before words slowly followed. "They would have never offered us the same mercy. I would bury a hundred enemies before a single friend. The weight of that is… Nothing, compared to what i would feel if i failed to bring them home. Regardless… It's still a weight to bear. A burden, as you said." Painted lips are pressed together as she considers further words, gazing ahead to the expanse of the room. "…Some people seek comfort in trying to forget. But i can tell you, you won't. You'll likely live with the thought of this for the rest of your life. So i… Remember."

Isn't it better to remember? Better than forgetting. Of...Losing track. I know i've killed so many now, but... I try to remember them all...

Alari Nelhah sniffled as she listened to Bexy speaking, sorrowful eyes staring ahead at nothing before she closed them to try prevent more tears from escaping. "I-I don't think I could ever forget… Does.. does it get easier..? I… I don't know how I feel about the thought of it being… easier. The thought… scares me. B-but I don't want to have this… weight after every possible battle…

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…It does. Not… Perhaps for the killing…" The way Bexy trails is almost uneasy as she considers in the quiet words between her thoughts. "There is something harrowing about the arrows we loose finding their marks so keenly. Knowing the simple act of drawing a bowstring and aiming is enough to end a life. It is too easy. Too quick, some might argue. But…" That same long sigh leaves her once again. "…The people here. How much do you care for them, Alari?"

Alari Nelhah sniffled before she managed to respond to the question. "A… a lot. This… this is my home now. I feel… safe here. E-everyone here has been so… warm to me." She paused as she thought of her own words, continuing a little quieter. "Like… like a family."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "These people… They are my family, too. And i would do -anything- to protect them…" The word, emphasized; it was inarguable for any who knew Bexy and what she would do. "Kill hundreds, if i had to. Protect them by any means possible, if it meant keeping them safe… The thought of even a single person falling at the hands of our enemies. At something i could have prevented…?" A small shake of her head, then. "…I know what i would choose."

I'd kill hundreds. Thousands, if it came to it. The burden of killing so many people would be nothing compared to that of failing to protect someone so dear to me. So it does get easier. If only because i know what's at stake. What we have to lose. And, despite the bloodshed... I can sleep with a smile on my face.

Alari Nelhah listened to Bexy's words, her sniffling finally starting to quiet as she loosened her grip of her. "E-even knowing you have to… hurt others to protect them? That you might have to… destroy other families to protect yours?" Her gaze fell to the side as she seemed to contemplate over what Bexy had said. "… I think.. I would choose the same. But… having to hurt others to keep those I care about safe… It sounds like such a heavy burden…"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…It is. Gods, it -is-. To know that lives, hopes, dreams and memories have all been put to death for my actions, to see the those of the people i hold dear flourish because of it. It is a heavy burden, and… It should be. They are still people…" Trailing for a few moments, she continues with a small nod. "…It doesn't become lighter. You just learn to… Cope. To linger in the good your actions bring, rather than the pain they cause."

The more Alari listened to Bexy, the more she seemed to calm down from her initial fear of the thought. Her sniffling had come to a stop, only leaving her nose and eyes red from her earlier sobbing. "… It is a burden. But… it is a burden you choose to carry. For those you love…" Her voice was soft, timid, as if she was thinking out loud. It took her a moment before she dared look Bexy in the eyes. "… Bexy.. do you… remember the first time you.. killed someone?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…I do." Her reply was equally gentle, meeting her gaze. Though, there was little sorrow in it. "…I was sixteen? Give or take. He was a Highlander, a traveler i assume, like me. I had amassed some few supplies on my travels and he was wounded. When i had shared my supplies, tended his wound… He made some attempt at taking advantage of me." Bexy does not elaborate overmuch, nor does her tone betray her. "…It was luck. I found my hunting knife, and plunged the blade into him, not caring quite where it went. But.. It found his neck. Right here, above the collarbone." A gloved hand traces the line which she had memorised well. "…It was over quickly. And i do not… Regret it now, though i perhaps did then. I did not sleep properly for weeks."

Alari Nelhah looked horrified as she listened to Bexy's tale. "How… how horrible… Sixteen..?" She had to lift her hands to rub her arms as the images that appeared in her head were anything but pleasant. "To repay your kindness with such cruelty…"

Alari Nelhah expresses her worry with you.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…I never knew his reasoning. I was full of regret when i was younger for taking his life. If i had just wounded him, then… I could have escaped." She straightens a little, as she slinks back around the table to steal a small cupcake that was already suspiciously missing the rolanberry on top. "But as i got older, i thought… Why? Why -should- i have spared him? I was defending myself, and his actions were his own. Had he have picked someone else, they may not have been so fortunate, and then how much suffering would he have imparted on the world? No. It… Took me a long time. And though i never intended to kill him, i still believe i did the right thing."

Alari Nelhah: "… It must have been so scary. You were… defending yourself. You were threatened. He… he tried to hurt you. So you had to…" Her hands shifted to instead fiddle with the ruffles of her dress. "I… do not think you were in the wrong, Bexy. In such a distressful moment… it is hard to think what is right and wrong. And… you must have felt such fear."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I was. I was afraid, and even then i felt terrible for what i had done, as you had for your own. But i assure you, Alari… What you are feeling. What you are thinking is… Normal." A kinder smile, then. "…We will never forget, and i think… Horrible though it is, it is a good thing. Some of us who have taken lives… We choose to remember. In our own little ways."

I write poetry. Adelle plants a garden. ...I... Don't know how others cope. Perhaps some feel no need to keep count, though... I could not do that myself.

Alari Nelhah looked to feel a lot more reassured by Bexy's words, even if there was still some uncertainty in her eyes. She lifted her cup of tea and took a sip of the thankfully still warm liquid, which brought her some calm and a moment to think. "… Me finding it.. awful to have taken the life of someone else is not… weakness, then…" She allows the cup to rest in her lap, gently holding it between her hands.

Alari Nelhah: "I worried that I was not.. cut out for this. Now that my aim finally has gotten better… I wanted to prove to myself I could do something right. But when my arrow hit I did not feel like I had accomplished something. Instead it just felt… bad."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "It isn't weakness. It's normal." Bexy reconfirms, retaking her own tea. "Even if you feel you could never again join me on the battlefield, i would never deem it a weakness. Strength lies in different places, and i would never begrudge you. You helped accomplish our goal, protect those close to us, and because of that things did not end worse than they could have." Taking a small sip of tea, Bexy quietly mulls over a question before asking; "…Do you think… You will join me on a battlefield again in the future?"

Alari Nelhah took a deep breath and had to think of what to respond. "… Yes. If.. if you would let me. I… would hate to get in the way, or… cause trouble for you."

...Would she kill again, if it meant keeping the people close to her safe? In the moment, aiming at another with full intent of taking their life? ...I think if it truly came to it, she would. But with no smile on her face, and perhaps tears to follow. And that? That's okay. She knows what it means to be on a battlefield, and her decisions are her own to make.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I am confident you will do neither. When we fought together on the hill… Do you know how nice it is, to have another archer by my side." Her expression warms, tail flicking a little at the thought. "You have improved so much. Perhaps we should train together again sometime, hm?"

Alari Nelhah blushed a little at the praise, looking down at the cup in her lap shyly. Finally a small smile started tugging on the corners of her mouth. "… I would like that, a lot. Thank you, Bexy. It… it means so much to hear you say this." She lifted the cup to finish the tea and set it on the table. "I… I never thought I could improve. For so many years it felt like I was not getting… anywhere. But.. since coming here… Since having you as my.. my teacher… So much has changed."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "It… Would seem like it is more than just your skills as an archer. You seem more confident. Happier. I'm… Glad, you find comfort here. Gladder still that you feel… Safe." That word in particular makes Bexy smile. "…I never had much of a family of my own. Not one that wanted me, in any case. So… To find someone who sees this place the same way i do… It feels nice. To be understood."

Alari Nelhah: "I do..?" Alari seemed surprised by what Bexy said, but also a little proud of herself, her smile becoming bigger as she shyly glanced elsewhere. "… It feels good to hear that. To feel like I have.. grown a little." Her attention returned to Bexy as she listened. "… I.. understand that feeling. I never.. truly belonged to my tribe. I… tried to make my mother proud, but… I just.. couldn't." She lifted one hand to rub a little anxiously at her wrist.

Alari Nelhah: "… I.. miss them. But.. I wonder if they miss me… I.. doubt they do, since.. they asked me to leave…"

...I understand the feeling. But she's better without them. She doesn't need their opinions and demoralization of people who never gave her a chance to bloom.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "You have grown. And i am sure you will continue to do so." Bexy encourages, soft smile at her lips, though it turns a little bittersweet. "Hah…" The sound is almost a little hollow. "…My mother did not want me either. Nothing i could ever do would make her proud of me. But i do not care for her pride. I have people who love me. Friends who are kind beyond measure. People who appreciate me for… Who i am." Her gaze lifts up to Alari anew, then. "It is a great loss to them that they failed to see who you are, regardless of the potential of who you can become. They just don't know it yet, and when they do it will be much too late for them."

There was an almost look of amazement in Alari's eyes as she listened to Bexy, feeling moved by her words. She almost got teary eyed again and had to quickly wipe her eyes with her arm before smiling softly, nodding. "… Thank you. And.. I am sorry. That you.. also felt unwanted. But… it makes me feel less… alone.. to know you understand. And to know that I… I can belong here." She huffed an almost amused smile, even though she looked embarrassed by the thought that struck her. "… To think I would end up here.. thanks to accidentally shooting Auro'usk… It really is terrible. But… I'm so grateful to be here."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Sometimes we need make do with the silver linings we have from dreadful situations. Other times… We do not realise until much later how little the clouds were, or how much silver that lining held. But… So long as i am here, you will never be alone. I'm not often far if you need me, hm?" A smile turns into a surprised blink. "---You shot him?" She glances downstairs, in the direction of the kitchen. "---Auro'usk?"

Alari Nelhah blinked before covering her mouth, looking startled. "O-oh! You.. y-you didn't know? Uhm…" Her ears drooped a touch as she nervously tugged on a lock of her hair, blushing embarrassed. "I-I… I was hunting on my own, after my tribe had asked me to leave… I was.. aiming for an antelope, b-but… I missed, and.. accidentally hit Auro'usk in the shoulder…" She pursed her lip and her gaze fell as the memory made her feel ashamed. "I-I followed him here to.. make sure he got home properly, and got help…"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I… I had never known…" She doesn't seem angry, but it's an almost guilty sort of amusement instead. "---He is well though, yes? You ensured he was, and that was a kind thing to do after such a mishap. You and he… You are on good terms, i hope?"

...I never knew. Suppose it answers the questions of how she came to be here in the first place. I wonder if Dusk knows about it? ...I swear, if he hurts her...

Alari Nelhah: "Y-yes, he is… His.. shoulder got really hurt… but he is alright now. I-I think… He says he is, at least…" She blushed a deeper shade of pink on her cheeks and sank a little in her seat looking flustered. "W-we.. uh… We are, yes… I-I hope… I.. I see him as a.. friend…"

Bexy watches that expression with all the consideration it deserves, setting the faint curl of her lips that bit more, if only for a moment. "…I hope so too. He's a kind man, and glad that even if i have not always… Gotten along with his siblings, he has always treated me with kindness and respect."

Alari Nelhah shyly nodded at Bexy's words before curiosity grabbed hold of her. "Uhm.. Dusk is… his brother, right..? The one with.. blue hair that followed to capture the Miqo'te…"

You nod to Alari Nelhah.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Though he has several, he's the one i have in mind at the moment. We…" A dismissive hand is lightly waved. "It's a long story. But we don't especially get along. Though… I -am- trying."

Alari Nelhah: "Oh… I see. I.. I'm sorry to hear that. I… I admit, I assumed everyone here got along pretty well… Y-you don't have to tell me, I understand that it is not fun to talk about." Her thoughts drifted back to the day of the operation. "I never really spoke with him that day, and… I have only said.. hello in passing. I, uhm… I always feel very.. nervous to approach people first, so…"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…Why?" A small tilt of her head, furnished with a fleeting frown. "You are a person as much as they are. Most beneath this roof are kind enough."

Alari Nelhah: "I-I know… I'm.. just very shy…" A small, sheepish laugh escaped her. "But… I have made some good friends here. Vhal'ra and I were thinking of.. going out adventuring together. And.. I want to try speak a little more with… Vex. And.. Zhav and Zihre have been very kind to me."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "The Karahli are steadfast friends of my own, and Vex… Well…" A small glance flung over her shoulder, before her attention is returned. "…You could always come visit. She… Lives with me, at least for the moment." ---A pause. "---But perhaps it might be better if i bring her to visit, here. I can't say i've had so much chance to speak with Vhal'ra… He's a Keeper like you, yes?"

...Perhaps better for her not to visit when i have a... Houseguest of sorts. I'll ask Vex if she wants to come to the house with me again soon. Perhaps it might be interesting for her to meet Mist...

Alari Nelhah: "O-oh, she does..? I… was wondering if she was a member of the company or not… I would.. like to speak with he sometime, if I can…" To Bexy's question, she nods with a more confident smile. "He is, yes. He is… very kind, and brave. He.. always manages to be so happy and optimistic, no matter what… It's.. really comforting, actually."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Vex is… Thinking about it. But i hope she decides to stay." A small smile as she listened to Alari, then. "…He sounds like the kind sort. Young, from what i heard from Mist. Perhaps i'll drop by and speak with him soon. He joined the same time as you, i believe?"

Alari Nelhah: "He did, yes… He is.. about my age. It.. is nice in a way, to know I am not the only one here with… little experience." She smiled warmly as she spoke. "It is.. fun, to watch him grow and… to show that I can grow, too. It's almost like we are both on the same journey…"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "And you will adventure together, too, you said?" Her head tilts as her expression brightens, ears tilted to listen. "..And, well, we all have to start somewhere, hm? I was not always the mercenary i am. In truth, when i was young, it wasn't even something that entered my thoughts…"

Alari Nelhah nodded, blushing. "I… hope I can keep up with him. I think… Vhal'ra will become a really strong adventurer. I… admire that he is so ready to help others." She tilted her head curiously. "So… how did you become a mercenary, Bexy?"

Bexy Amalaryssia: "It's… A good motivation to have. Mist is much the same in her ways… I wager they would get along." At the question, Bexy pauses. Her answer doesn't arrive immediately, but she does at least give one. "…I learned to shoot a bow when i was young. I… Started off with perhaps… The wrong sort of people. But eventually, i… Found people like me. People that wanted to help. So i… Founded the company. Even if i no longer run it. I have been here ever since." Her words were much less smooth than her previous answers, and clearly… This was far from the full tale.

...It's an abridged version of events, but the full tale was far too long and tragic of one to tell for this evening.

Alari Nelhah listened with full attention, eyes widening just a bit at the fact Bexy was the one who had started the company. "Then, I… I really ought to thank you, Bexy. Not just because of your wise words, for teaching me and comforting me. But.. also for creating a home." She smiled softly, gaze drifting as she thought back to certain memories. "I cried tears of joy when Adelle allowed me to stay. Knowing I would not have to sleep alone in the forest anymore… So.. thank you, Bexy."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I am… Glad. That it has become a home for so many, yourself included. That you are… Happy, here." The smile from her painted lips seems immovable. "You need never be alone again. This much, i swear."

Alari Nelhah beamed at Bexy, feeling a lot better than she had done before. "Thank you for talking to me, Bexy. I… I needed to hear this." She stood up, looking at the windows for a moment to determine the time of day. "… I think I am going to go for a walk, perhaps in the forest. I… have a lot to reflect on. Thank you so much for the tea, it was really nice."

Alari Nelhah beams at you.

You smile at Alari Nelhah.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "You're always welcome, Alari. I'm never too busy to talk, hm? And just think.. If it ever comes to talking to other people. You've spoken to me, who is arguably more frightening than most in the company. If you can talk to me, you can talk to anyone." Another pastry is stolen as sacrifice. "…Have a nice walk, yes? We'll talk soon, i'm sure."

Alari Nelhah blinked at what Bexy was saying, tilting her head just a bit. Nevertheless she smiled and nodded, giving Bexy a small wave of her hand before making her way down the stairs, breathing out in relief as she felt the heavy weight being lifted.

Watching her move from strength to strength... I never thought i would see myself in her, but i do, in places. But i will ensure she never need go without support, without someone to care or listen. That much, i can promise her.

#Muse: [Bexy]#Chapter: [A Taste Of Their Own Medicine]#FFXIV #IC #Screenshot #Writing #Textlog

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incognito-girl · 11 months

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bexie is not replying to me because she knows i am right about what i am saying >;-)

alright well i personally know that your wrong and she isnt posting it so you dont get the attention you so desperately crave stop embarrassing yourself x

also please get a life 😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰

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hufflepuffdean · 7 years

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morbidmusing replied to your post: me: Dean is very badass and scary and could murder...

your posts keep my nostalgic lil spn heart alive

this is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me :’)

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multimetaverse · 5 years

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Andi Mack 3x16 Review

One Girl’s Trash really showcased why Andi Mack is such an important show though I wish they would have spent more time on the stereotypes plot. Let’s dig in!

Positives:

When Andi Mack is at its best there’s really nothing like it anywhere on TV and it’s going to leave such a void when it ends and I hope something fills that void sooner rather than later.

A really strong A plot by Elena Song, it makes such a difference that the diversity we see on the show is mirrored in the writers room. I was so happy that they actually had Andi used the word Asian when talking about the stereotypes she was facing; it was a big improvement from the more coded way they had to talk about the racism Buffy faced back in S1 in regards to her hair. Words truly do matter and being able to openly and accurately describe these kind of things is so important.

Lilan and Peyton posted on how much this ep means to them and I hope we’ll be seeing more plots like this on kids TV.

Honestly my only real complaint about the A plot is that it felt too short and I wish Celia had been in this ep and that Bex could have been brought in to, seeing three generations of Asian woman supporting each other would have been great.

I also liked that Andi said that Mrs. Frankel turning the stereotyping into a teachable moment wasn’t fun which of course would be true in reality. I also appreciate that the show continues to put black women in positions of authority.

It was great to see Andi so into art again and it makes for a good way to bring her story to a climax.

Andi’s art project looked like something a 14 year old might come up with and I liked that she was inspired but didn’t immediately know what she was going to do for her project.

Hangry and resting happy face were very funny jokes.

A rare Andi and Cyrus scene. Liked the callback to the rainbow wig and the protest and the experiment; definitely a show reaching to its past as it prepares for the end. And we get two callbacks to the party tonight to set up the finale. It did feel a bit tacked on but that’s likely because the writers wanted to get in some solo time for this duo before they run out of time.

Stellar acting from Trent and Lilan this ep. Bowie talking about wanting to one day see Andi get married in Bex’s dress and how it wouldn’t happen now was so sad. That was some good Bexie angst. and it actually felt earned. I’m glad it’s all out in the open now. Bex’s biggest flaw is that she runs from her problems and she was being willfully blind to the fact that obviously Bowie wanted to get married. Now she has to face reality and make her choice.

Jonah was hilarious tonight. Asher was killing it with the comedy. His groan when he said he’d have to breakup with Amber again? Emmy worthy. There’s really not much to Jonah other than Frisbee and dimples and I like when they just use him as comic relief; it usually lands better than when they shove Cyrus in that role.

Jonah is definitely true to life for the average 14 year old boy but in fairness at least he recognized that he didn’t reciprocate Amber’s feelings and that he had to eventually be honest with her.

Nice little callback to 3x07 with Jonah wearing the same blue sweater he wore when he was with Libby at the school. And a nice realistic touch since he would be re wearing clothes.

It was good of him to actually take her on a real date and I liked the detail of him winning tickets on the radio.

Andi really is being a good friend to both Amber and Jonah and is giving good advice, though how long that lasts remains to be seen.

Amber was the most likeable she’s ever been. Really strong performance from Emily tonight. Disney PR posted that she actually was driving the go kart which is cool. Must have been really fun to shoot.

I liked that we opened on community service, too often this show just ignores the events of the previous ep. 20 hours of service for trespassing and theft versus 100 hours for playing with a gun is interesting

More set up for Buffy’s injury.

Negatives:

Jamber is a huge mess and really not a wise use of precious screen time. Amber is clearly looking for the affection she’s not getting at home and Jonah is probably the worst possible character on the show to seek that from. I really don’t know what exactly Amber’s version of a happy ending will be; there’s really nothing the show can do to solve her parents problems or her financial problems.

Amber has always been an oddly written character. She’s never gotten the full redemption arc TJ had and the writers never seemed to truly settle on an arc for her. I get why she was in so many eps this season: unlike Garren they had Emily available from the start and didn’t have to work around her schedule and unlike Luke she’s not playing a gay character who’s story needs to be delayed until the very end but I really don’t think we needed Amber in 11 of the original 21 eps this season.

Jonah is another character who has been woefully under developed. I don’t think the writers ever decided what exactly was the deal with his not liking labels or commitments yet also being a chronic relationship hopper. He’s right that what he and Amber have can just be fun instead of love but then why is he dating her? Just stay friends! Part of the problem is that Jonah is first and foremost a love interest and they don’t tend to get much development but because Cyrus’ story has so many constraints the writers were forced to focus more on Jonah than they would have if Cyrus had been straight without really having much in the way planned for him.

Cyrus’ shirt at school was ugly. A really bad misfire by the wardrobe department.

Looking Ahead:

So the original casting notice released by our friends at Yun Casting was correct and Rachel is still Marty’s current girlfriend and the official Disney synopsis describing her as Marty’s ex is incorrect. I don’t think it’s ever happened before where the synopsis got a detail like that wrong. Obviously they break up at the bowling alley so maybe that’s why Disney wrote it that way? The casting notice describes Rachel as a co-star so she won’t get much screen time.

It’s going to be very messy making Buffy a homewrecker. Her saying ‘’oh you’re real’’ to Rachel is quite a power move but then again Driscoll doesn’t draw. Likely we see her twirling her hair at Marty since Cyrus is there and is the only one who knows about that tell.

Good on Rachel for seeing what’s right in front of her. She was obviously just a rebound for Marty and he’s clearly been spending a lot of time with Buffy once she reached out to him. Not a good look to have him be emotionally cheating on Rachel for the last several weeks but I’m sure that will be swept under the rug in order to get that Muffy endgame.

Buffy seems to be hobbling a bit so clearly her foot is getting worse. Does it get injured at the bowling alley or later on since she seems to be injured before the game itself in 3x18.

Still no hint when the new Muffy pro player plot happens. It was meant to replace their scenes at the original wedding and it really does seem like the original wedding happened pretty quickly after 3x17 so I don’t know if they can delay those Muffy scenes all that long.

It does look like the timeline is fairly smooth, it’s only been a few weeks since costume day and the rest of the series probably only spans another few weeks or a month in universe.

Andi goes to SAVA. Does she stay there or transfer to a school elsewhere? Is it her moving in the finale or is Jonah moving far away?

3x17 had Ham so we’re going to see some sort of cuts or re-shoots. The texts released before this ep had a convo between Bex and Bowie and Andi about a movie night do-over that was pretty clear foreshadowing for an ‘’I Do-over’’ convo in 3x17 even if that’s now cut. Bex talked about having a movie night do-over and Bowie questioned if it was a do-over if it never happened in the first place and Bex replied that she would give Bowie the movie night her deserved. Swap in wedding for movie night and you have a rough outline of the kind of convo we likely would have seen in 3x17 before the re-shoots.

Ham obviously had an important role to play in getting the wedding back on track but what exactly we don’t know. And how Bex goes from not wanting to get married to agreeing to get married and agreeing to Celia’s lavish wedding plan in otl is an open question. The show has always struggled with pacing and they really should have had Bex call of the wedding earlier in the season rather than rushing it like this. It will be interesting if nothing else to see what kind of Mack family scenes we’re getting next week; there’s a range of possibilities from most of them being cut to a brief Mack family only wedding happening.

Therapist Cyrus is usually pretty boring and I wonder if his advice actually helps. His meddling often backfires like when he accidentally convinced Jonah to get back together with Amber in S1.

I really don’t know if they can keep Andi completely romance free for the rest of the season. I did wonder if her asking Jonah to share a milkshake was going to lead to something. She’s been very supportive of both Amber and Jonah but it seems like the kind of situation where the writers would make things messier for the drama, even if they didn’t fully think it through.

This could very well be the last time we ever see the GHC inside Andi Shack. And come to think of it we’ve never seen Jonah inside of it and maybe we never will.

These last 4 eps are going to be wild. Until next week folks.

#Andi Mack #Bexie #Jamber #Jonah Beck #Amber #Bex Mack #Bowie Quinn #Cyrus Goodman #Buffy Driscoll #Andi Mack Reviews #Andi Mack Meta #Andi Mack Season 3

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ewolfwitchwisegirl · 5 years

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I finished watching the andi mack finale courtesy of the kind @jonahsbuffy and I'm screaming.

Warning: A lot of excitement below.

- the cece and bex lighthearted banter at the start? i'm? that is relationship development!! so proud

- bowie & bex going through the dilemnas of parenting and being hilarious while doing so.

- mack party 2.0. yes.

- ahhh that first dance in fancy clothes was beautful. the way they looked at each other, how close they were and that kiss. all enchanting

- 2 dorks waving happily at each other because they're in love

- ambi dancing together. queens. that's all i can say.

- ugh, I nearly vomited in my mouth when Kira showed up touching TJ. get that disgusting pda away from me

- the utter relief I felt at my boy finally telling Kira off. and her not getting a redemption arc is so realistic! proud (still love her actress though)

- born this way? iconic!! not only the anthem but TJ suprising his friends with his rad piano skills, cyrus + tj starting off the pride anthem and amber then joining in, bex killing it with the guitar, andi & jonah enjoying themselves, buffy shining and marty singing back to her, the touches and arm around cyrus, the one arm tyrus hug. spectacular!

- cece's moves in that t-rex costume are only second to cyrus dancing queen goodman. so proud of her crashing the party just to share the experience. love our not-grandma

- so I don't ship jandi but I did like them acknowledging the obvious that they weren't mature when they began. maybe if they had been older they could have worked and people would have rooted for them. either way, them being possibly romantic in the future is a lot more healthier (but still don't ship it lol)

- muffy! my babies! the re-do of their first meeting @ mack party 1.0 - loved how buffy was nervous yet still went forward with it. our queen is nothing but strong and brave.

- marty running after her! yes! so healthy that he let her go but still held hope without pressuring her. also I totally count buffy turning around as a lookback™️

- buffy's confession. marty's reply. the kiss. wow. adorable. i'm speechless

- muffy deserved this ending and i loved how it not only showed their start but also their growth. a forever stan

- the hyperventilation started as soon as the camera switched to the bench™️. terri gifting us with endgames back to back is a blessing

- that witch joke had me cracking up. savage tj is awesome.

- the whole anticipation for the name reveal didn't make me miss the hint that 5 kippens know tj's real name. 2 grandparents + 2 parents + 1 sibling (amber! kippen siblings for the win)

- i can't even. thelonious jagger? luke and his love for shrek man

- "is there anything you want to tell me? yes" + the slow inching of the hand had me dying. the romance! the passion!

- ahhhh my heart burst when those fingers finally intertwined. like they were always meant to *insert me sobbing*

- did you see that smile of relief on tj's face? did you?? because i did. their grins were breathtaking.

- real talk. i'm not dissapointed that they didn't kiss. literally a while ago cyrus still thought tj had feelings for kira. that single hand hold held so much passion and meaning that i doubt a kiss could convey. the pure intimacy of that act suits these soft boys so well. they're still not completley out and proud. but they've accepted it, just like they've accepted their feelings for each other. that hand hold is a promise. it's a beginning. it's them.

- baby ghc are so adorable! love the little callback.

- i knew it! i knew she emptied the andi shack! but it was such a good reveal too, like i'm proud of my girl andi thinking of it.

- the sentiment. the group hug. the quote. the retaking of the picture. bexie being proud parents. all of it was perfect

- 3 seasons later and jonah beck is still as oblivious. i bet it will take him quite a while, especially without andi to point it out, for him to figure out that muffy and tyrus actually happened.

- those final hugs. those final words. + the extra pin for a future photo. i was crying already and i just started crying harder.

This show has been so impactful to so many people. This journey, the cast, this fandom all of it has been amazing. This episode was so wonderful yet bittersweet.

I won't say goodbye ever. At best, I'll only say see you later.

#Andi mack #tyrus #muffy #Andi Mack finale #Buffy driscoll #cyrus goodman #tj kippen #jonah beck #bexie #bexie andi mack #bowie #bex mack #episode thoughts #sorry for the ramble

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youve-got-to-be-kippen-me · 5 years

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TWO SCENES FROM

THE PROMO I REALLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT

—-Spoiler warning!-—

This scene in particular raises concern for me. Marty looks back at (presumably, Rachel) shocked and Buffy looks surprised by whatever she says. Perhaps she dumps Marty right then and there, OR She says something so awful to Buffy, Marty turns around and dumps her right there. Regardless, I can see whatever caused this reaction resulting in a “Machel Breakup.”

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In this scene, Bowie says, “I’m so happy right now” to which Andi replies, “me too..” She looks anything BUT happy in this scene. I don’t know much about the event in the snow, other than it’s a perfect opportunity for Bexie to get married quickly without the presence of “H*m” and “not flashy” like the couple has wanted. I want to know what caused Andi’s reaction.

#andi mack #muffy #buffy driscoll #andi mack spoiler #am spoilers

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femmevampire · 5 years

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I imagine if there is a tyrus dance thing at the bexie wedding it would kinda go like this

- a slow song would be playing, and everyone would be with their s/o or plus one

- TJ and Cyrus would be sitting at a table together, shooting each other slightly uncomfortable looks, like sort of smiling but sort of just like “hey ask me to dance pls but I won’t ask”

- TJ eventually works up the courage to stand up, walk in front of Cyrus, and holds out his hand. Cyrus is a little confused, he gives a puzzled look, points at the dance floor and then at himself, like “me? you? dance? there?”

- TJ nods, and Cyrus takes his hand, and they hold hands until they get to the floor

- They dance, one hand on the others waist, and the other on the others shoulder (wow did I say other enough in that sentence)

-TJ pulls Cyrus closer, and they both close their eyes, and you can just hear a faint heartbeat that grows louder, it pans over to Cyrus’ face, and his eyes widen. He really likes TJ.

- after, Cyrus asks why he asked him to dance, to which TJ replies “I couldn’t help it, you look really handsome in a suit.”

#tyrus #andi mack #just added that last part for FUNSIES

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turtle0verl0rd · 5 years

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The Paint On Our Skin

Soulmate AU where whatever your soulmate writes on their skin appears on your skin. This applies to makeup, marker, paint, nail polish and I’m also throwing dye into the mix

In this fanfic I follow the headcanon that both Walker and Andi are pansexual, Amber is lesbian, Buffy and Marty are asexual, Jonah is bisexual, and Tyrus is canon king, and bexie ofc. Ambi crush. Gonah and Jandi if you squint hard.

@wandiarts I hope you like it! Happy belated birthday!

Andi had always adored her soulmate, although she didn't truly know them. Ever since a very young age, her soulmate doodled the most fascinating little drawings all up her arm, which made Andi return the favor happily; although Andi always was more of a craft kind of girl. Some doodles faded while others stayed forever, which Andi comprehended her soulmate must have gotten some of them turned into more permanent tattoos, to the utter horror of her grandmother.

Andi didn't bother with the gender of her soulmate. Everything her soulmate did would give off an aura of intriguing, yet inexplicit, mystery. Her soulmate's doodles were never really gender-specific in any way, however, the presence of makeup across her face and the day her bangs were bleached expressed definite feminity. It made sense to them since Andi always admired their friend Amber in the way that surpassed the lines of platonic feelings, which lasted all the way up until Amber had left for college, where she then found her own soulmate. But if they turned out to be a boy, Andi wouldn't mind either, as she had a fair share of boys she liked too. Boy, girl, something out of the binary, none of it mattered to her. She didn't care who's arms she drew security in, as long as her heart found contentment in them.

"Thinking of your soulmate again Andiman?" Speaking of boys, there was her friend Jonah who smiled at her before sitting down with the company of their other friends: Gus, Cyrus, TJ, Buffy, and Marty.

"Maybe a little," Andi said sheepishly. "I mean, you all found yours already, why can't I too?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find them soon." Cyrus beamed, holding her hand across the table comfortingly with his free hand, the other locked with TJ's. Cyrus had discovered his soulmate back in middle school when he wrote a reminder on his hand to pick up his order from the bakery and his soulmate met him there. Everybody was ecstatic for the two of them, although Buffy was hesitant at first regarding her teammate and her best friend being soulmates considering she and TJ had such a colorful history. But that was the past and they had since then mended their conflicts; with help of Cyrus' not-so-subtle meddling of course.

"I mean at least you have a significant other." Buffy quirked an eyebrow with a laugh.

"Hey. You love me and you know it, 11.5." Marty cheered as he nudged Buffy's side.

Now Buffy was a rare case. She did indeed have a soulmate, but not in the typical sense. The doodles on her arm all showed up in gold, which she quickly decided was strange and after doing research discovered she was wound in a situation where her soulmate was drawn to her in a purely platonic sense. At first, she was distraught she would never experience love as Cyrus and Andi would, but she couldn't be any happier with Marty. So what if it wasn't romantic attraction, they loved each other just as strong.

"What got you thinking about your soulmate?" TJ questioned with a furrowing of his eyebrows.

"Well, I mean you guys aren't entirely helping the cause," Andi scoffed playfully with a head tilt to how TJ and Cyrus were cuddled up to each other closely. "They made more drawings today. Usually, that makes me happy but today it just made me miss them in some weird sense." Andi felt a pang in her chest. "Guys, am I going to be okay?" She said in a small voice of worry.

The group wore sympathetic smiles as they nodded, Jonah pulling her into a small side hug beside her. Her almond eyes watery as she wore a sad smile in response.

"You may be weird, but you're no different from any other teen our age, Andi." Buffy smiled at her.

"There's nothing wrong with you, absolutely nothing." Cyrus encouraged, squeezing her hand in assurance.

"Can I see it?" Gus shyly asked with care.

Andi wordlessly pulled up her sleeve to reveal a multitude of swirling colors up her arm. The tips of the swirls resembled miniature hearts. The group exhaled in awe as they gently traced the design with their fingertips.

"Okay, that's really nice." Marty chuckled.

"It's beautiful." Buffy breathed.

"They really are an artist," Jonah affirmed.

"Are you going to draw something back again?" Cyrus asked, not taking his eyes from the painted design.

"I want to, but I'm not sure what. I want it to be special this time." Andi admitted.

Cyrus squealed immediately in response. "Do I sense romance in the air?"

"This isn't a Hallmark movie, Underdog." TJ teased fondly. "But that does kinda give me an idea."

"Oh, that's dangerous," Buffy smirked.

"I'm serious, Driscoll." TJ rolled his eyes. "What if we used the art to communicate?"

Andi beamed at the idea, but then immediately inflated. "How did I not think of that? That's really good, TJ."

TJ smirked cockily. "Well, I mean- look at me."

"I don't get it." Jonah cocked his head in question, which made everyone burst into laughter.

"Good one man." Marty gave Jonah a thumbs up, making Jonah scratch his head.

Later that evening, the trio Cyrus had dubbed the 'Good Hair Crew' laid head to head illuminated by the fairy lights string above them. They were still attempting to brainstorm art ideas which would allow Andi to better know her soulmate. It wasn't the scarcity of ideas that delayed the ordeal, but instead Andi's ability to shoot them down.

"What if you drew two swans in the shape of a heart?" Cyrus proposed.

"Too cheesy." Andi scrunched up her nose.

"How about a Cherry Blossom Tree?" Buffy recommended.

"Too basic." Andi shook her head.

"Is your name with a hearted 'i' out of the question?" Cyrus considered.

Andi hummed. "Too simple."

"Okay, what about you as a cartoon, maybe holding a heart?" Buffy suggested.

"Too hard." Andi sighed.

"Are you sure it has to involve a heart?" Cyrus verified.

Andi groaned as she sat up. "I already told you, it's an unspoken rule the last doodle has to resemble the next."

"Sorry." Cyrus shrunk back into himself as he sat up, the curly hair girl beside him following suit. "We might have to reschedule this affair, if I don't get back soon, Sharon might think I was kidnapped and sent off to China."

"Sayonara, Cyrus," Buffy smirked as she made way for him to pass through the small shack. Although Andi quickly took into account Cyrus' clumsiness and the number of paintbrushes on the floor.

"Wait, Cy-"

It was too late. Cyrus had already stepped directly onto a paintbrush and slipped right into a desk of open paint, splattering paint directly onto the three of them. In most situations, Andi would be upset, but one glance at her friends and they were all bursting into infectious laughter, which somehow evolved into a breakout of a huge paint fight.

By the end of it, the trio was sprawled out, covered head-to-toe in tides of paint and laughing breathlessly in between worn out pants for air.

"We look like walking abstract art." Buffy pointed out in laughter.

"I kinda like it. You know what? I'm not washing it off just yet. TJ's gonna hate me." Cyrus giggled, knowing full well he could pour soup into the boy's lap and he would probably apologize to Cyrus.

"Me neither, Marty can deal with being bootleg C-3PO for awhile."

"Then it's settled." Andi grinned.

Andi had lain on her back, forming constellations in the popcorn on her bedroom ceiling in the dark as she tried to drift off to sleep. It hadn't been too late, but waiting for the paint to dry sure did kill some precious sleeping time. It was at this time Andi noticed cursive on her stomach in a pleasant yellow sharpie, the only place desirable place not covered in paint:

Next time you start a paint war, invite me :) -W

Andi audibly gasped as she reached for the nearest sharpie, a nice shade of Persian blue. Andi giggled as she wrote back on her stomach.

Shadyside Park. Tomorrow at high noon. Be there. -A

She went to cap the marker when a reply from her soulmate came moderately quickly.

I hope you're not kidding because I'm not when I say I will be there -W

Andi squealed as she traced the sentence over and over again. Overwhelmed with glee, she ran to her parents' room.

"MOM! DAD! LOOK!" Andi cheered, lifting her pajama shirt slightly with a radiant smile.

"Oh, Andi! This is amazing!" Her mother, Bex, praised as she read the inscriptions. "I'm so happy for you."

Bowie scratched his head as he asked the question they were all wondering themselves. "’W?’ What could that mean?"

"Bowie, It's probably the kid's name," Bex smirked fondly.

"Or maybe... it means something else."

"I doubt that."

"If it helps any, I don't think I ever would have written them if Cyrus didn't spill my paints everywhere." Andi wondered aloud. Everyone glanced at each other with a glimmer in their eyes.

"The universe!" They all cheered in unison, pulled each other into a laughter-filled hug.

Andi stood in the park that following afternoon. She was starting to wonder if coming to the park in the middle of a school day was the best idea, but nonetheless there she stood, drumming her nervous nails against her side. Her soulmate had the same thought of painting their nails the color of Andi's sharpie color, so her right hand was mustard yellow while her left was the Persian blue she drew in.

Cyrus and Buffy were through the roof when Andi told them about how she and her soulmate were going to have their First Moment together, and as much as they were disappointed they couldn't be there for it, they understood how momentous this was. A First Moment was special. A First Moment was something you told your children. A First Moment was a memory you treasured in your heart up until the day you died. Andi heard her parent's own First Moment so many times she could probably relay the story in her sleep.

Andi looked up from her nails to lock eyes with a young boy standing a bit of distance away. She gasped as she noticed his bleached hair, just like hers, and the flood of painted color all across his skin. It was him, it was her soulmate.

Andi's eyes furiously searched to memorize every last stroke of color in the boy's eyes, brown suddenly never being the same, every shade suddenly bringing her a raw sense of belonging, like a home she felt she always knew.

"Hi." She breathed, her lungs feeling as if they were falling from her body.

"Hey." The boy responded, drawing closer to her. "I'm Walker."

"Andi." She blinked, delicately shaking his hand in greeting as electricity sounded through her fingertips, needing to be closer to him.

He stepped closer to her and her eyes fluttered as she felt his warm, tingling breathes, although it could have easily been the growing blush upon her cheeks. And then, she felt a streak of wet and cold on her cheek.

She gaped as she saw Walker's amused smile before her, paintbrush in hand and a dash of lime green on his cheek, right where she felt the sensation. She quickly grabbed her own brush with a giggle. "I thought we were having a moment there!"

"Who said we weren't?" Walker countered as he leaned back to try and dodge Andi's attack of color.

"You're not wrong." Andi nodded as they continued to dance around each other and laugh as they spread color onto each other.

At one point as Andi tried to run away from Walker after an especially devastating streak of violet down his nose, her foot hooked around Walker's causing her to lose her footing and sink towards the grass. Instinctively, Walker reached out to scoop an arm around the valley of her back and pull her closer to him. "I got you, you're safe."

"I know." Andi melted, feeling like the entire world faded away as she looked up at Walker's face framed by the low sunlight. Every minuscule freckle and scar like the starry night sky and a halo of light around Walker's long eyelashes.

Andi pushed herself closer to Walker, rubbing her nose against his and wrapping her arms around his sturdy neck as she pressed her lips to his.

Walker reached out with his other hand to cup the side of her jaw as he kissed her back with tenderness, yet security. Andi wanted to describe the feeling but the only words she could draw was finally.

Andi smiled against Walkers lips as she felt her heart soar within it's home in her chest, for it knew the joyous news that her soul had found the one she loves, and will forever continue to love. By every new breath in her lungs, she fully understood this would be the love that lasted a lifetime. By just the feeling of Walker's hair within her fingertips, she securely knew her love for him would extend even after the day the sun died out and it would illuminate the heavens across all of space; just like a star after years of its perishing. The feeling of the paint on their skin stood as a constant reminder of that day and the long-awaited eternity she could have only seen before in her wildest of dreams.

#wandi #andi mack #walker brodsky #tyrus #muffy #my writing

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bloodstarved · 5 years

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bexyooc replied to your post: ♡ (Pick anyone towards anyone, if you like! -...

Oh man that’s such a neat idea! We should totally figure something out! (Also redemption obstacles are A+!) Thank you for the response!

ash just being the little devil on bexy’s shoulder, trying to tempt her back into her old ways 😏

#bexyooc

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canumoveurseatup-no · 1 year

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Hey Bexie. Would you do a Drabble for Reid. I’m feeling angsty and want to be all in my feels.

OU YES SEND ME AN IDEA 👹

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bored-fan-bs-thoughts · 5 years

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T.J. and Cyrus at Bexie Wedding

Here is the fic based on this post!

After his very confusing pseudo-date at The Spoon with T.J., Cyrus ends himself in front of Cloud10. He doesn’t know why he thinks that Bex will be a helpful person to talk to in this moment, but he can’t stop himself from opening the door. A little chime announces his arrival, and Bex looks up from her mindless organizing to smile at the boy.

“Are you busy?” Cyrus asks quietly.

“Not at all,” Bex replies rather desperate for a distraction from the bland nothingness in her salon, “It’s been a very slow day.”

Cyrus forces a smile, steps fully into the salon, and looks expectantly at his best friend’s mother.

“Is everything okay, bud?” Bex questions, noticing the apprehension on the boy’s face.

“I don’t know,” Cyrus answers, “I’m…confused.”

At this, Bex pulls out a chair and gestures for Cyrus to sit on the couch. After the boy gets settled, he takes a deep breath and braces himself for the conversation he’s about to have.

“What’s going on?” Bex asks, prompting him to speak again. Her voice is now riddled with concern.

“I have this crush on a b—person,” Cyrus begins, chickening out. “And they are really nice. And I just went to The Spoon with them in a ‘hang out’ where they insisted on paying for me. And then they offered to walk me home, but I kind of flipped out and ran away. And I feel bad, but at the same time I’m kind of scared to talk to—this person.”

“What’s his name?” Bex asks, seemingly completely unfazed by Cyrus’s sexuality.

Cyrus chokes. “Why do you assume it’s a guy?” he questions defensively.

“If they were a girl, you’d be saying she, Cyrus,” Bex states evenly, “I’m not dumb, and it’s okay. You don’t have to be scared.”

“They could be non-binary,” Cyrus points out somewhat half-heartedly. He’s too far in to back out at this point, and he knows Bex is cool with it yet he can’t stop himself from fighting it.

“That is true,” Bex agrees, “But…something tells me that’s not the case.”

Cyrus inhales sharply and says, “His name is T.J.”

“Basketball Captain T.J.?” Bex questions, “Isn’t he a jerk?”

“Not anymore,” Cyrus defends, “He’s always been really sweet to me and he’s supported me and helped push me out of my comfort zone. He also worked really hard to be on good terms with Buffy because I told him that she wanted to give me an ultimatum.”

“Sounds like he’s really taken with you,” Bex observes, her eyes wide with surprise at Cyrus’s rambling. Then, placing a hand on Cyrus’s she says, “I really think you should talk to him about it. Ask for clarification.”

Cyrus swallows hard, and Bex smiles encouragingly at him. “Cyrus, if he’s really your friend and he doesn’t feel the same way, he’ll

“And if it goes well, maybe you’ll have a plus one for my wedding,” Bex suggests smirking.

Cyrus smiles and nods. As he stands up, he wraps his arms around Bex. “Thank you,” he says.

“Anytime kid,” Bex responds. “He’s gotta be special to be worthy of your affections.”

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Buffy notices him from afar. The boy who used to terrorize her is now at her best friend’s mom’s wedding. Andi walks up to her as she’s trying to put the pieces together.

“What’s wrong?” Andi asks, breaking Buffy from her thoughts. In response, Buffy simply gestures to T.J. Kippen who is on the side of the dance floor talking to Bowie.

“I thought you were cool with him now,” Andi responds with a bit of worry.

“We’re cool, but I’m confused as to why he’s here,” Buffy clarifies, “Did you invite him?”

“Nope, Cyrus did,” Andi informs her, “As his plus one.”

This confuses Buffy even more. Why would Cyrus invite T.J. to a wedding? Buffy has known about T.J.’s glaringly obvious crush on Cyrus since he went out of his way to be on good terms with her. She suspected Cyrus felt the same way, but she was never quite sure. Just then, she sees her other best friend approaching.

“Hey,” Cyrus says nervously. He knows his friends aren’t total morons, and neither he nor T.J. has been subtle about their feelings. “So please don’t hate me, but I have something to tell you guys…T.J. and I are sorta kinda a thing.”

“What do you mean by sorta kinda?” Buffy asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, we kissed. And held hands,” Cyrus clarifies, “And I may have asked him to be my boyfriend.”

“Cyrus, that’s amazing!” Andi squeals in support.

“He’s still not my favorite person,” Buffy says, “But I’m really proud of you.”

Cyrus breathes a sigh of relief as he’s enveloped in a group hug by his two best friends.

“You should maybe go steal him away before my dad bores him to death,” Andi says.

“I’m sure he’s doing fine. I think they have similar taste in music,” Cyrus assures her, “But I do want to dance with him.”

When Cyrus breaks away from his friends, he immediately finds T.J. and leads him to the dance floor. Naturally, Bex and Bowie have selected a collection of classic rock and 80s songs to underscore their wedding reception. Cyrus vaguely recognizes some of the songs, but T.J. seems to know all the words as he dances and wildly shouts at the top of his lungs. He earns a few strange looks from some of the elders at the party, and Cyrus begins to grow self-conscious.

“Stop,” Cyrus giggles, “I will literally break up with you.”

“Don’t even joke about that,” T.J. says sternly before breaking into a wide grin. The athlete is panting and drenched in sweat from his wild dancing, but he’s still energetically cracking jokes. “I am parched. I’m gonna go get some water. Want anything cutie?”

Cyrus shakes his head feeling his cheeks heat up, and T.J. walks away after blowing a kiss in Cyrus’s direction.

“Cyrus, my man,” Bowie says, clapping a hand on his back. Cyrus flinches before turning around to see Andi’s newly married parents smiling down at him.

“Hey,” Cyrus exclaims, “Congratulations guys!”

“Thank you. We’re glad you’re here,” Bex tells him.

“So…are you having fun with this T.J. guy?” Bowie asks with a smirk on his face.

“Um, yeah,” Cyrus manages.

“He seems like a great kid,” Bex assures him, “I’m so proud of you!”

Bowie nods enthusiastically as Cyrus relaxes a bit.

—————

“Hey, Kippen,” Buffy shouts over the loud music as T.J. downs a plastic cup full of water. T.J. nods towards her in acknowledgment. “So…you and Cyrus?”

“Yeah, me and Cyrus,” T.J. responds bashfully, “I know I’m not your favorite person, but—”

“I’m not here to reprimand you,” Buffy cuts him off, “Well, actually I am his best friend so that’s my legal obligation. If you so much as harm a hair on his head, you’re dead to me.”

“I’m not going to hurt him,” T.J. replies honestly, “I promise.”

Buffy smiles at his sincerity and says, “He really likes you.”

T.J. blushes at this and smiles, “I really like him too.”

“All right everyone,” the DJ interrupts, “Grab that special someone and get on the dance floor! It’s time to slow it down.”

T.J. looks to Buffy expectantly.

“Go get your man, basketball boy,” she says encouragingly.

“Thank you,” T.J. smiles before walking away towards Cyrus. Buffy watches with elation as Cyrus wraps his arms around T.J.’s neck and T.J.’s hands find their place on Cyrus’s waist. Their foreheads rest against each other as they sway to the music. T.J. is whispering what appears to be the words to the romantic song as Cyrus blushes. Buffy is really happy for them, and she barely recognizes T.J. in his new lovestruck state.

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Lost and Found.

There was nothing to be gained from simply watching and waiting. This was the conclusion she had drawn from many suns spent in Thanalan after her initial killing.

People in red face paint were sighted enough, but either in places with far too many witnesses, or places she could not properly discern their numbers. She was angry, yes... But not careless. Bexy had considered following them at a distance, but when the path wound more narrow and no cover could be afforded, that idea too, was abandoned.

Now finding herself in the Shroud, she walks the pathways she had known for cycles, under bough and brush. She wouldn’t return home, no. Not to the company, not to the Willows. She had no want for food nor sleep, and saw little cause to return home otherwise. Only a bell each sun was spent with any kind of rest, perched atop the fallen tree that straddled the pathway near Buscarrons, but even this had held no company nor comfort since Mahi’a’s arrival.

The only thing she wished for was information, and while there was any number of places she could have saught it, those always came with questions she’d rather not answer. Thanalan was too dangerous; too many people with unchecked connections, no doubt anything she sought would be relayed back into the wrong hands.

Her feet led her to a door; close enough that the dim lights of civilisation were still visible at this late bell, but far enough away that it escaped the notice of anyone who wasn’t pointedly looking for it.

With a single inhale through her nose, Bexy knocks thrice on the wood of the door, and testingly pushes it open, to enter.

“Hello, hello! A fine night for travel! Arvon’s potions and poultices, how might i help you today?”

The midlander greeted her just the same as he did all those cycles ago, a cheerful disposition that would easily belie the true reason he’d chosen his stall to be so far from the beaten path. Still, the interior looked different. Warmer, almost. Bottles lined shelves, neatly stocked, whilst some dangled from little twine holdings from hooks in the wall. Bexy doesn’t give any reply.

Part of her wanted to depart immediately. Only inside the shop now had she weighed up the possible consequences of their meeting, of the words she would say. It was a risk, she thought. And for the safe return of those she held dear, she’d take it.

Meeting her icy gaze to his, it’s clear in an instant he doesn’t recognise her. If anything her changed appearence had afforded her, it was some anonymity from those who once knew her, when she was... Someone else. But at her silence, his unease is easy enough to see. Almond eyes dart to the side of her face, and Bexy has almost forgotten that her neck is still spattered with days old blood that she’d not even thought to rid herself of. Much too late to back out of it now, she finally speaks.

“The skies are clear.”

Such an innocent phrase takes Arvon by surprise. He’d aged in the cycles they’d not seen eachother; short blond hair that had usually hung in some wild mop at his ears now long and tied back in a ponytail. The occasional scar decorates what skin he’d left on show, sleeves bunched back up to his elbows to expose his forearms. A single gold ring sits on the fourth finger of his hand. Bexy takes in all of this information and more, as she awaits his reply from the man who now hesitated with his words.

He hadn’t known her appearence, no. Miqo’te were common enough customers of his, but rarely a Seeker; though they were not as rare as they once used to be. He’d known one well, but that was cycles ago, now. Surely, it could not have been her... But in all the cycles that had passed, her voice was the one thing that had remained consistant.

The latch at the door locks with some mechanism, operated by a small lever and pulleys that wound their way around the merchandise. In the silence that now lingered between them, he dares to ask.

“...Is... That really you?” He swallows an anxious lump. He’d heard things, surely. That she was killed in the Calamity. Rumours that she’d survived. Other people saying that she had survived, but was subsequently killed and turned in to the authorities by a bounty hunter. People that said she lived, still.

Bexy is hesitant to confirm any kind of suspicion, but doesn’t move her gaze away. She steps closer, setting gloved hands on the counter. Had he still worked as a fence? She wasn’t sure. She’d heard enough people talk to know he was still here, selling various medicines at uncommon hours, but as for his extended services he once provided, she hadn’t known. But she’d hoped, at least.

His eyes fall on her. She’d gotten older, surely enough. But her eyes weren’t the right colour, and her hair was much longer like his own, only the waves of midnight black he remembered were tinged with blue. He hesitates again, pulling his lips anxiously into a line to bite at them before he chances it.

“...Coeurl?”

The word inadvertently causes Bexy to bristle, a spell of cold dropping the air of the room, before the smallest of half-nods is given. He knew her by no other name, but at least had the courtesy not to say it loudly.

“...It is.” She replies, a littler calmer than she had been. Her gaze traces away to the scars on his arm; curious for their acquisition, but she doesn’t voice it. “...I need information. I’m willing to pay.”

Her admission draws a breath from him, slumping back as though there was an invisible wall that prevented him leaving all that far. Arvon stares for a little longer than a moment, before he gives a whisper of an agreement, nodding. “...Information.” He replies, with some hesitation. “...You remember i’m a fence, yeah? That’s not saying i don’t know anything, just... It’s not my specialty.” The midlander clarifies, and Bexy watches on unflinching.

“How much do you know about the criminal underworld of Thanalan?” The Seeker’s question follows quickly; she didn’t want to betray too much of her situation, but gave enough information to be helped.

It’s clear by her inquiry, that Arvon likely isn’t going to be as much help as she wants. His face splits into a grimace, which he attempts to temper with his usual mollification.

“...Not much, sorry. Don’t go there often, what with being here in the Shroud. But i drop by places on occasion to buy. Was there some suns ago actually, got some nice pieces, if you’re in the mood for jewellery!”

Bexy’s expression flattens, but she humors him. She knew it was something of a long shot, but at the very least he seemed honest for his words. Still, it hardly felt like the right time to do any kind of shopping. Gloved fingertips tap faintly at the stall edge as Arvon pulls up a small roll of cloth, which he unrolls to present a collection of jewellery. Almost disdainfully, Bexy’s gaze traces over the various trinkets and baubles.

...And a single, silver crescent moon steals her attention.

Sayuri’s necklace.

Arvon likely caught the expression; he knew interest well, being a merchant. He picks it up, and at his doing, Bexy can’t stop herself from reaching for it. Her once bored features reforge into something almost desperate, words stolen from her lips in shock and hesitation.

“It’s a pretty piece! Solid silver, too. I figured the first Keeper who set their eyes on this might want it, but you’ve the all the luck in that none have passed through any time recent. Though if you’re into anything all lunar-like, there’s this beautiful ring, too. Even came with it’s own box.”

The temperature of the room begins to plummet, and for a second Bexy can’t stop her head from spinning at the revelation. Her hands are now grasped onto the stall, as frost begins to lace her fingers, whatever calm demeanor she’d managed to begins to dissolve.

Arvon briefly casts a look to the door, wondering if he’d left it open for a moment with the sudden cold. It’s only when he brings his gaze back to her that Bexy is halfway over the counter, a murderous expression on her features and a thin blade of ice at her fingertips.

“WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE?!” Her voice is a snarl, a snap. Bexy sounds half like a wild animal that had suddenly been blessed with the gift of speech, and the suddennesss of it all brings the edge of an alarmed gasp from the pit of Arvon’s throat.

“---J-just--- I---” He could usually guess if he was going to be robbed, but this had caught him immediately from out of the blue. his stammering does him no favors, as the length of ice in Bexy’s grasp elongates to kiss his throat. “---O-other fences! I swear, i don’t know anything else! I j-just bought th-them!” He begins to quiver as the cold sets in, and Bexy watches his pulse race beneath his skin. Her expression was hard and cold, unmoving. She isn’t convinced.

“Please...” Arvon’s eyes are closed, too frightened to take too deep of a breath through his throat for fear of the ice slitting it. “...It... It doesn’t n-need to come to this...” He swallows. “...I h-have a family. Please...”

At first, Bexy does not move. She watches, as breath is drawn through now dry lips, the throb of his pulse, and the wetness that now grew in the corner of his eyes.

Family.

Oh, how she missed her own. Not the people she was born with, no. But her company. Her friends. Her sister.

It’s hesitant, but Bexy slowly withdraws from halfway atop the stall, lowering herself back down to her boots, and pulls the ice away from his neck. The look she gives Arvon is an apology, and it’s all he can do to catch his breath from the situation.

“...That... Explains the cold.” He manages, as some effort to dispel the situation. Another nod from Bexy confirms it, and as though coming back to her senses, reaches for her coinpurse.

“...I’ll take every piece of jewellery you have right now.” She didn’t need it all, no. And she was familiar enough with what Sayuri wore, and Eir to some extent, but hadn’t wanted to miss anything. A hefty pouch of gil is set on the counter; more than any one person should have been perhaps carrying, and certainly more than enough to cover the cost of any items she wished for.

“R... Right.” He nods, eyeing the coin and rolling up the cloth, to slowly push in Bexy’s direction. The silence that persists between them is an uneasy one as he goes about completing the transaction, even pulling up the velvet ring-box to nudge alongside the rest. The gil-pouch is opened, and he’s only counted around a third of it before he realises it’s more than enough. He attempts to push the remainder back in her direction as not to anger her further, but a gloved hand reaches to set on the other side of the purse to stop him.

“...Where did you get these, Arvon?” She asks again, in far calmer of a manner than she had previously. His name from her lips gives him pause, but the knot in the pit of his throat is swallowed as not to prevent him from speaking.

“...Th...Thanalan.” He admits, exhaling a waver of a breath, still visible in the cold of the room. It felt less oppressive than it had done a few moments ago, but still fell chilly enough to prickle the skin. “Some... Other fences. Only met them once or twice, b-but their stock is always good. I sometimes drop by if i’m coming back from Ul’dah...” The stammer hadn’t quite left from the shock, unnerved how the woman who had been ready to slit his throat moments ago was now speaking in some calm conversation.

She nods, but says nothing. Her eyes settle on his, wanting more, and he knows it.

“...The... Golden Bazaar. There’s a house... On the outskirts.” He swallows again, to fight the nausea that had replaced the anxiety, instead. “...Please. Don’t tell them. Don’t tell them it was me who told you. I won’t tell a soul what happened here, j-just...” Arvon shakes his head, fearful of whatever repercussion they might have for him if they knew. “...I... I don’t want to be involved. I... I don’t want them to come after me.”

It’s at his words that Bexy’s painted lips faintly pull into the softest of smiles as she retrieves her new purchases, stowing them into her coat. Taking a few steps back to the door, Arvon again pulls the lever that allows the locking mechanism to release.

“Don’t worry.” Bexy replies, gently. “They won’t.”

And with her parting words, she slips back through the door into the night.

#Muse: [Bexy]#Chapter: [Without Mercy]#[What We Want Most]#FFXIV #IC #Writing #Short Story

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