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minarcana · 1 year

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spspspsp 📂 one for each muse :)

laurel - she genuinely, for real, 100% does not comprehend the eorzean general view of sex and gender being in any way linked and gender-exclusive words. shed say like 'i want to be a husband/father' bc in her view, in a couple with children the 'father' is simply whoever didnt bear the child themselves and oftentimes the one who will go out to provide while the 'mother' is whoevers currently babysitting, and laurel doesnt expect to be bearing a kid herself. usually. theres a few exceptions she'll wife herself for. lack of gender and sex linked for her language is mostly because viera have super low male population so theres a lot of lesbianism going on, harold, and gendered loanwords instead just became shorthand for 'whoever is filling that typical role, as borrowed from eorzean culture'.

nero - since he's high rank and decently involved in the eorzea campaign, he was expected to learn some of the regional languages, so he speaks french ishgardian. this is for me a fun fact that since garlemald is based on moscow, in the late tsarist era, french was a highly fashionable language for the elite to learn to the point that noble children were often better at french than russian. im hitting nero with my beams.

urianger - tataru has taught him how to knit. he's not great at it but he does his best. sometimes he's helped her on her outfit-making endeavours-- while he has no outfit design abilities, he can cut and measure as instructed.

estinien - he has weird standards for food, if something's offered to him he'll probably eat it regardless of what it is and not complain. but he also has a lot of opinions on food with decided favourites and if he has money and ability he's much pickier. when he's somewhere new he likes trying things he hasn't before, it's a part of his desire to expand his world.

rusi'a - he's an omnigatherer/omnicrafter but his worst talent is blacksmithing. it's just a bunch of heavy sweaty work that's worse than mining, in his opinion. he doesn't want to make armour, it's such a pain to deal with shaping metal when if he needed armour he could just make reinforced leather gear, bah.

secret bonus muses merlwyb - she views slafyrsyn as a paternal figure after she had to kill her father, but neither he nor she will ever admit that in their lives. on the topic of merl and people in limsa with secret identities, she is also well aware of who carvellain actually is and considers it a diplomatic secret, since he's good for business.

aroro, my tonbebbie - she wants to take the place of levemete at some point because she has a sincere enjoyment of doing paperwork so long as its for helping people. she gives a meaningful stare at the uldah adventurers guild every time she takes a leve. he doesnt know what it means but feels, somehow, threatened.

esugen - he can embroider, and gets a handful of weaving work tossed at him too on top of cooking for the entire dawn throne. he takes less pride in that, though, but at least he's gotten better about not intentionally doing a half-assed job on any of the buduga groups clothing. just some of them that are intentionally annoying. he probably takes care of magnai's clothing too considering all the men are too busy beating the shit out of each other and the unwed women generally avoid magnai so it leaves esugen to deal with him.

#OBTUSE VIERA GENDER LORE #headcanon #my 'its for everyone' tag FSGDFHG

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stxrmnight · 25 days

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6.3 Ending

Part 1 and Part 2

See Alisae??? Nemi is asking for help!!

But I also think Vrtra going "I can see Nemi's puppy eyes. Please keep banding with her" and laugh

"Golbez sent... an exhibicionist???"

Being called pure hearted gave her pause. This guy clings to the concept of principles and honors almost like he dreams of stories and hope, much unlike every Voidsent she's met...

youtube

Random loop while waiting for queue

"Okay, he seems like a very principled person so it'll be good to get to reasOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAHH NOT NOW NO I CAN'T PASS OUT NOW"

"It makes sense he contacted the Ascians... ah, so they just want to pass away. I wondered if something else was possible."

"Okay, he didn't notice I didn't come off as flippantly ignorant. Phew"

And hmm, in this he is kind of like Zero if she'd not repressed her memories huh? As much as she denies it, she kept living as she did and provided a refuge for vulnerable people fleeing violence. Even after the flood, she was still trying to protect people all on her own, but she'd likely nor survived Barbariccia's siege if she'd ever come

But even then, she would not have furthered the cycle of violence, which has been replaced now with a wheel of hunger. Hmm...

This resolution makes sense, but, I feel the last line could have been executed kind of differently? I think the kind of rapid pace with her character in this patch doesn't help this feel organic, and it's hard to judge morality when the Voidsents are suffering perpetually with no other resources and options. I almost expected her to tell him what she learned about the First, and that people that can live kindly with each other will extend their help despite the potential danger.

Man... he should have been at the library. At least he died at peace with his principles

This is more of filler, but tone sure does tell

Squinty I got on the chat with Estinien

"Ah yeah it's all coming together"

You can bet Nemi burst blushing. I fear Zero may now flutter around Nemi more to get more opinions on her reflections, and even take on Nemi's past offer on getting more sights around

Which would be her island

Zero would come to know more of labor and systems to facilitate food and commodities to mortal people to a degree, and Zero would "barter" with more memories and knowledge refound. One night at the hill tent though, Nemi would catch her distraught struggling to remember. She would reach out and say, "You don't have to reply to everything with a story back. It's alright. I like sharing with you... as long as you're fine to listen of course!"

With a smile and a turn of backs, sleeping seemed in order until Nemi shifted while sleeping, waking Zero out of the sheer warmth of her hand on her scapula. This flashed her back to the same hand gloved andhelping her up some steps, her elbow knocking her while harvesting island sap, the surprising light reflecting on her back when she caught her swimming underwater. If only that shirt was off, she could contemplate the lines on her back shaped like glass and press her palm to those clawed hands,

and oh no

You've rediscovered a very special kind of hunger!

The next morning, she decides to go back for training at Radz-at-han, thanking Nemi for offering this contract. Nemi would tease her to accept the gift already, and that she's welcome to "her domain" anytime while possible.

Back on her favorite sunset spot, Zero wondered when she'd have the courage to ask the story on Nemi's skin. it felt something more than their current allyship, which was likely to end as soon as Vrtra's sister was found. Even with this fire in her chest, Zero still wants to return to her home... even not knowing what to do exactly.

She's had many paramours, this she remembers now, but she still feels a disconnection from that. She's not ready for that

#story #enw #void story #/#//#rubicante #zero #zeronemi #u cant tell me zero's knight ass didnt pull insanely where she traveled and any village she was protecting fr kfjgfndgfdd #Youtube

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finalfantasyxivwritings · 2 years

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I dont know if you're still taking them but what about cuddle headcannons With the Scions?

Thancred is, surprisingly enough, the clingiest cuddled of the Scions. Once the two of you might lay down together for a nap he’s already got his limbs entwined with your own—good luck getting loose, since he can be quite a heavy sleeper when not in the field, and very rarely does he feel quite as comfortable and safe as when he’s lying next to you.

Urianger cuddles solely with your comfort forefront in his mind, to the point that he would rather fall asleep in an uncomfortable position than disturb you if you are comfortable in his arms. You’ll have to verbally battle the man to get any semblance of honesty, and even then he’ll downplay most of his discomfort. This man would rather have his arms fall asleep than to wake you.

Y’shtola is often the one to trace her fingertips over your body when the two of you are cuddling, though after a while you start to realize that the shapes she’s drawing are not nonsensical shapes, but rather various symbols used in magic. After even longer than that, and especially if you’re a magic user yourself, you can start to decipher the slow meaning behind the symbols as a careful blessing of warmth and comfort—more in notion than actual magicks.

Estinien is a surprisingly good cuddler, but you have to ease him into getting comfortable first. Once his guard is down he can and will latch onto you with a ferocity you’d only see in the former Azure Dragoon—and a fierce passion to boot. If you’re patient enough, you might even get to see what his face looks like as he eventually feels comfortable enough to fall into a gentle slumber.

Tataru is an absolute blanket hog. She will steal the blanket, the pillows, your arms—and you will not escape from her cuddle-clutches until she decides to get up. But she is very comfortable nonetheless, especially if you’re of a race other than a Lalafell, since she fits almost perfectly upon your chest when she curls up and falls asleep, mumbling all sorts of little things all the while.

G’raha runs quite hot and can be quite cozy to lay with in the cooler months of the year, though it can be a little oppressive to have him all but wrapped around your body like a Miqo’te-shaped blanket when the summer heat is billowing through the air. He’s quite shy about how he tends to twitch in his sleep sometimes, and in a long cuddle session you’ll even catch how, in the midst of a dream, his ears flick back and forth constantly.

Alisae is an aggressive cuddler, which is to say that she will sleep *on* you rather than anything else. She’s very much like Tataru in his regard, but unlike a comfortable Lalafel who curls up into a comfortable ball, Alisae is all limbs thrown out over and around your body—it’s as if she’s trying to make sure that you can’t get away, even when she’s not in a position to stop you otherwise from getting up.

Alphinaud is so considerate when he’s cuddling with you that he’s practically passive, laying next to you but never quite doing more than that—though he’s extremely receptive if you might wrap your arms around him to tug him close like a plushie (though without the comical squeak).

Krile likes to tuck herself up against you, though she’ll try desperately to hold on long enough so that she can see what you look like when you’re in a peaceful slumber. Sometimes she likes to hum softly when she cuddles with you, old songs that her grandfather once taught her when she was a little girl who dreamed of adventure.

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alionne · 3 years

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3 | Scale

Stormblood spoilers up to & including the level 69 dungeon. 1409 words.

When Alionne first spied the figure, she thought it was a daydream, brought to life by her own desires. An unidentified male insurgent had destroyed the cannon at Specula Imperatoris, Stark had said. Which beggared belief, Alphinaud had pointed out. And Alionne’s thoughts had drifted to one such person, location unknown, with the strength to do such a thing.

Well. Mayhaps not anymore, not without the Eyes of Nidhogg. But those, too, had turned up in Gyr Abania, had they not? Perhaps he’d chased them, and… found the Eorzean Alliance, being attacked by a cannon, and… destroyed it, but without notifying anyone else?

It was the most ridiculously dramatic chain of events Alionne could imagine, which honestly made it sound more and more like Estinien, now that she’d thought about it. So, mayhaps he’d been on her mind while assaulting Castrum Abania. Mayhaps she’d looked for him, even, though if he had been the one to destroy the cannon, he’d certainly have left by now.

She hadn’t been thinking of Estinien in the command room, though— she’d been achingly worried for Alisaie, and then furious at Fordola, and Zenos, baffled by his invitation. She’d hefted Alisaie in her arms, and then looked back for one last glance in the direction Fordola had disappeared, hoping to catch a glimpse of the magitek armor bearing her away.

And instead, she’d seen… well. She couldn’t be sure. But armor did glint in a very particular way, and the shape of it had been so familiar...

Another moment, and it disappeared. She forced her gaze away, back to more important matters—Alisaie might no longer be bleeding out on the floor, but she still needed transport.

But, on the ground, Alisaie safely spirited away, they’d had a lull, the recent battle won, the next one not planned yet. A chance to catch their breath. And Alionne had never been one for resting, and she was curious…

She spies Lyse with Raubahn, which means the girl probably won’t do anything too foolhardy tonight. It takes a few minutes until the new leader of the Ala Mhigan resistance can be pulled aside, but Alionne eventually finds her chance. “Do you still have that climbing gear?”

“The stuff we used for Nyunkrepf’s Hope? I… yes, I do,” says Lyse, confused. “Are you planning another trip? We did just climb it.”

“I was thinking about it,” admits Alionne, though she doesn’t say why. “I’m feeling a little restless, and I thought a short camping trip might be a nice way to tire me out.”

“Shall I come with you, then?” Lyse asks, as if it were already decided, and Alionne scrambles to think of a reason why she should go alone.

“Oh! No need! You’re the new leader of the resistance, you should make yourself available to everyone!” says Alionne, a little too eagerly, she scolds herself. “They’ve known you as a comrade, but I don’t know that they’ve all had the chance to see you as a leader, yet. Or to realize that you’re just as approachable now as you were before, you know?”

“I... suppose that’s true,” says Lyse, reluctantly. “But, you will be careful, won’t you? I’d hate to find you injured, or worse, because a golem got a lucky shot in, or you fell off a cliff.”

“I can handle myself,” Alionne tells her firmly, thinking of several cliffs she’s stepped off of willingly, without issue. Although, don’t tell her that, that’s not going to inspire confidence… instead, she winks at Lyse. “You won’t even notice I’m gone, promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that!” Lyse threatens, but she lets Alionne depart Ala Ghiri without further protest.

Retracing her steps is easy, automatic. As Lyse had pointed out, she’d just been here, and it leaves her mind free to wander.

Alisaie, Krile, and Y’shtola are all out of commission… although that feels like an understatement, in Krile’s case. The Resistance has won the Fringes and the Peaks, and no doubt there will be a plan to secure more of Ala Mhigo in the morning. Doma is freed, and Zenos’ attention is… on her, if Fordola’s unnerving eye contact had meant anything, but better her than anyone else.

Like the mysterious assailant who destroyed their cannons, she thinks, and then she’s thinking of Estinien again, as she hitches her rope to the first point Lyse had shown her.

It may not have been Estinien, she reminds herself. It could have been a trick of the light, or another wanderer. Even if it was, there’s no reason to think he’s still lingering here, now that the Resistance has taken Castrum Abania and the region is safe. Most likely, you’ll enjoy a nice climb and enjoy a nice view.

And with that, she pushes the dragoon out of her mind, focusing her attention on the climb. The dust on her palms, the edge of the rock digging into the pads of her fingers, the rough fibers of the rope as she loops it around her arm.

It’s a meditation, though not one that comes easily to her. Her thoughts turn to Fordola’s deep conviction and unnatural speed in the command room, and then she wrests them away, forcing herself to instead consider the cool desert air. Zenos’ “hunt” pops into her mind, and for a moment, she pauses, filled equally with the desire to fight and a worry about the outcome, but a burning in her arms forces her to refocus on the task at hand. Three-quarters of the way up, Alionne pauses on a small outcropping and suddenly thinks that Hien and Aymeric would like each other. If she weren’t so out of breath, she’d laugh at how unexpected, but right, the thought is.

The stars are coming out, and it reminds her of the Steppe and the Churning Mists and Thanalan all at once. The cliff, Alionne reminds herself, again. She feels a pleasant ache in her legs as she gets to her feet.

The last quarter will be slow-going, because even though Alionne’s already scaled this exact cliff in this exact way, it hadn’t been night last time. “What I wouldn’t give for a sodding chocobo right now,” she mutters to herself, and, alright, maybe she’s not trying to meditate anymore. Maybe she’s not avoiding thoughts of Estinien, either.

The thing is, if Alionne were a reclusive dragoon, this is the exact spot she’d hole up for a few days while her friends distracted the Empire. The ruins offer some measure of protection from inquisitive parties, and it’s very, maddeningly, stupidly high, she thinks, glaring at the rock face. Because gods forbid a dragoon stay on the bloody ground like anyone else, assuming there even is a godsdamned dragoon at the top of this godsdamned cliff, which there probably isn’t because Alionne has probably invented him, because she’s been looking for a familiar silhouette on top of every building she’s passed for months, ever since Aymeric had suggested that she’d be the most likely to see him of all of them, because he’s an uncommunicative, reclusive bastard.

And mayhaps frustration has propelled Alionne more quickly than expected, because she’s got a hand atop the cliff, now. The edge is an easy hold, and she lets the rest of her body weight hang, for a moment.

She’s too tired to lie about the feeling fluttering in her breast—she’s nervous. She’s been pretending all evening that it doesn’t matter if she finds him at the top, but she’d clearly come all this way for something. And even if Estinien is up here, she’s only going to find him if he wants to be found. Which he probably doesn’t, or he’d have contacted the Scions, or helped the Resistance, or even just been somewhere vaguely approachable.

You’re being ridiculous, Alionne tells herself, but something fond uncurls within her as she thinks it. It’s nice, to be nervous about something ridiculous, for once, instead of something potentially life- and nation-threatening. She’d climbed all this way, and here she was, hesitating on the very last step, for no good reason.

And just as she’s resolved to move, a hand grasps her wrist and starts to haul her the rest of the way up.

“Only a fool would climb a cliffside like this at night,” a reassuringly familiar voice growls at her.

“And only a fool would be waiting at the top,” she replies sweetly, and finds her feet at last.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2021 #estinien #lyse #me: well let's not lock down ships too early #also me: yeah but wol/aymeric/estinien tho

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efrmellifer · 3 years

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A More Perfect Union

see also: A More Perfect Union in pictures

Borel Manor had been a quiet house. Had been, when it was functionally empty, with only the master of the house (fairly young when he had inherited it from his parents, and still not even middle aged), the mistress, their infant children, and sparse staff. Maybe an occasional guest, for a few nights at a time.

But now, for the first time in years, the house was closer to its capacity, several guest rooms full and the buzz of the occasion making the house practically glow.

The Domans had been the first to arrive, Hien coming back to Eorzea, but bringing his wife along this time (she too was returning, rather than visiting for the first time). But it wasn’t just the two of them that had come. No, Doma was left in the hands of some few advisors for a time while the prince, his wife, and one of his most trusted retainers came to Ishgard.

Of course Yugiri would be in attendance. How could she miss it?

Anyone who needed somewhere to stay in Ishgard for the wedding was welcome to a room if they preferred a house over Cloud Nine, so extra hands had been hired to make sure everywhere was in top shape, not a cobweb to be seen or a creaking floorboard to be heard.

Etien had contributed heavily, too, the same as she did for just about every project she ever got involved in, throwing her shoulder to the wheel. Of course, this time, it was to pick up a broom and tie a scarf around her nose and mouth so she could sweep out the years of dust, and (once they had been taken down for her) washing the beautiful blue curtains in all of the guest rooms.

So now the house was full and bustling during waking hours, conversations ringing off the walls in several languages, card games and rulesets from every corner of the world taking place around the tables, and a pot of tea (and coffee, naturally, even if Estinien had to brew it himself) was always sitting within arm’s reach. And when everyone slept, the house was heavy with the slow, deep breaths of so many.

Mid-day, with a few days left until the big day of the wedding, Aymeric and Etien stood on the stair landing to catch their breath, watching the blessed chaos on the floor below them.

“Are the children still asleep?” Aymeric asked.

“Surprisingly, yes,” Etien replied. “I set them in their cradles and they were out immediately.”

“This must be a lot for them.”

She sighed. “It would be a lot for anyone.”

He looked over at her, concern starting to color his expression. “Is it too much?”

She scanned the crowd again, looking at the last seven years of her life mapped in relationships, studying people she had never dared to hope might meet chatting away—sometimes with translators, sometimes just in shared tongues.

She smiled. “No. It’s not too much.”

***

Etien stood near the door of Saint Reymanaud’s, in front of a pane of stained glass, just thinking as the light pouring in tinted her dress and her skin blue. This, right here, was where she and Aymeric had had their first kiss. She’d been so nervous that day, scared to tell him how she felt—and that it was starting to feel like she had always felt this way about him.

Now, years later, several repetitions of this ceremony later, it still felt that way.

She played with the layers of her dress as she thought. The first time she had gone away, it had been after the first wedding. An elopement, a secret, just a quick consecration of the union so if the gods had been merciless and Etien had died, she wouldn’t be sent to Alder Springs. Not when she had a husband to receive her.

The second time had been after Ala Mhigo was freed, and it had been for Ishgard’s benefit, more than anything. It was time to make things official, and the church had been packed to the gills, but that was with the Scions and Ishgardian society. Much had been missing from what Etien wanted. And yet she had danced and feasted, because despite all that was absent, she was happy to say out loud that she and Aymeric were married.

The third time had been at the Sanctum of the Twelve, so that the Alliance had proof of a marriage (the paperwork had been lost during the disturbance caused by the loss of the Scions). It was a little more like the eternal bonding ceremonies of adventurers. She’d attended a few of those and always thought they were nice, so she had enjoyed having one of her own. This dress was from that wedding, actually. Etien liked it, too, though it had had to be altered, since last time she had worn it was before Betula and Landric were born.

This time was for… several things. It wouldn’t be long before points eastward once more called her—called them all—from the comfort of their lives to take up warriors’ mantles once more. But before it did, sh and Aymeric could celebrate once more the bond they shared—this time, with all their friends (and with their children) present. This time would more closely align with what Etien had wanted before.

“Etien? Is aught amiss?” Aymeric asked.

She turned from the window. “No—”

“Are you supposed to see the bride before the ceremony?”

He laughed, a bit surprised at Tataru’s hands-on-hips stance as she asked him.

“I thought it might be allowed, because this was simply a renewal. Though maybe I did want a sneaky first look before she came down the aisle.”

She smiled. “Come look, then.” She spread her arms as if summoning him for a hug. He came a little closer, taking her hands in his, so he could see the undersides of her sleeves, and then let her go.

“I suspect I had best get to my place, and Lord Edmont will be coming to bring you to yours soon.”

She nodded, wanting to ask for a kiss, but deciding that she could wait just a little bit longer. She folded her hands, coming away from the window to wait but remaining out of sight, standing tall (a ridiculous notion when she was about to have her diminutive stature emphasized). But as Aymeric had predicted, Edmont was at her side in a flash, the few bridesmaids and groomsmen standing nearby.

Estinien whispered in her ear, and got the back of her gloved hand to his stomach with a low “Estinien, shh,” before Edmont fixed the flowers at her ears, making sure her veil sat just right.

“Now, now, no fighting with the best man,” he tutted as he guided her hand to his elbow.

She sighed, settling.

“Nerves?”

She shook her head. “You?”

“Fortunately, no. This is not my first time walking you down the aisle, and after how well the last time went, what have I to be nervous about?”

They stood at the doors to the sanctuary, watching the guests starting to settle now that the doors had opened, the bridal party pairing up as they had to to make their entrances.

It was funny, this time there was genuinely a bride’s side and a groom’s side that ushers might have asked guests to choose to sit on.

Last time, had been different. Not worse, not better. Just different.

But now, to her right, there were knights, the members of the Houses of Lords and Commons, the Alliance leaders who had been indecisive about whom they were attending for but settled on sitting to the right, some dragonets sitting confusedly in the pews. To her left, there was a wide variety of people, all of whom she recognized—all of House Fortemps (including Toto, but not currently Edmont because he was with her), the Scions (Tataru had taken her seat again), R’hyli, Sorako, Oki, even Zenos looked fairly comfortable among the guests. And to cap it off, a single Pixie, sitting with their legs crossed, eyebrows lifted as they waited for their sapling.

Before her, she saw Taerin, Yugiri, and Dae being guided down the aisle and seated in the front row by Hien, Handeloup, and Estinien. When they were all in their places, Estinien turned around and lifted a roll of paper, rolling it out until it ran out at Etien’s feet.

She looked up, and he nodded, gesturing behind him toward Aymeric, then sat down.

Etien lifted her chin, and took her first step, her entrance announced with strings.

She laid her hands in Aymeric’s with the ease of practice when they finally met at the front of the church.

“You aren’t shaking this time. Good,” he whispered.

She just smiled as the priest began.

Artoirel and Lucia did readings, and when the time came for vows, Aymeric looked down at Etien, as if asking her what she was going to do.

“Don’t worry, darling. I know my lines this time.” She took a deep breath and began reciting his composition, the combination of poetry and scripture from when they had eloped.

“O Halone, observe my solemnity as I take this vow.

I am sick with love. My beloved is distinguished among ten thousand, and me has he chosen. So do I bind myself to him. He is without flaw. His locks are wavy, black as a raven. His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me. When I found him whom my soul loves, I held him, and would not let him go. The winter is past; my beloved is mine, and I am his.”

Aymeric laughed lightly when she was finished, flattered and impressed she still remembered, but responded in kind when the priest turned to him.

“O Halone, observe my solemnity as I take this vow.

She is altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in her, and me has she chosen. So do I bind myself to her. Departed from the dens of dragons, the young women saw her and called her blessed; asked ‘Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?’

She has captivated my heart. When I found her whom my soul loves, I held her and I would not let her go. The time for singing has come. My beloved is mine, and I am hers.”

The priest spoke. “Do you, Etien Mellifer, reaffirm your pledge to love, comfort, honor, and keep Aymeric?”

“I do,” she replied, beaming.

“And do you, Aymeric de Borel, reaffirm your pledge to love and to cherish Etien as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” he answered.

The exchange of rings was as understated as it ever was with them, Etien’s a Borel heirloom, and Aymeric’s an engraved band. Simple, yes, but treasured.

Again, the priest chimed in. “Then let what the Fury has blessed remain blessed in Her eyes. Go now in peace.”

With his right hand on Etien’s back, and his left hand holding hers, Aymeric escorted her back up the aisle, and out the door.

They waited for the guests to follow before they went outside, where he dipped her and kissed her to seal their vows once more, this time to cheering and applause. There was no white chocobo for them to ride across to the Arc of the Venerable and home, but it was a beautiful day in Ishgard, so neither was going to mind the walk, least of all together and surrounded by family and friends.

#Aytien #fic #so basically EW is coming and Etien wanted to have a big happy memory before then #get everyone together and celebrate #plus all her bridesmaids didn't get to be at the last wedding so now they can!#oh so also #friend mention!

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fyrielle · 7 years

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Disgust or Distrust

A short introduction to my actual EstinienXFyris fanfic that will be coming out next!

While travelling with Alphinaud, Ysayle and the Warrior of Light, Estinien finds himself more and more interested in the woman that is pretty much the only person who accepts his point of view on what to do with Nidhogg, even though she has her own ideas on the matter. One night, he decides to try and get closer to her.

Please keep in mind I’m no native speaker, so mistakes might occur! If you find Estinien to be OOC, that is also perfectly normal, as I have a lot of headcanons as to how he might behave with someone who 1. doesn’t care about him being angry or grumpy 2. someone who seems to understand him 3. someone who takes time to see his point of view

- Are you still going to drink more?

Estinien shrugged and Fyris could swear she heard him chuckle a little. Unlikely.

- Now that the kid is asleep, there is no reason for me to hold back. Besides, we've barely started with this third bottle, might as well empty it. - What are we drinking to though? The dragoon took a second to consider her question. It was quite late in the night, and only the both of them were still awake. Alphinaud had been the first to give in to sleep, exhausted by the day, and Ysayle hadn't waited too long to get some rest as well. Fyris had never been one to sleep a lot for some reason, as for himself, well, someone had to make sure the fire would stay lit all night, right? Not to mention there were still monsters around and about, and he wasn't going to leave all the work to Fyris. He told himself he was just staying up in case she needed some rest as well. Yet he couldn't lie to himself; he was definitely enjoying her company a lot, probably more than he should. - To spending a lovely night together talking about battles, he answered while lifting the bottle. - I'll drink to that alright, the young woman answered. I'm running out of stories to tell though. - Well, do you have questions then? - For you? Fyris examined him with a puzzled look. With this helmet covering his face, it was always quite hard to tell what he had in mind. Right now, she was aware that he was trying to get her to talk about something specific, but she couldn't exactly figure out what just yet. She decided to play it safe for the time being.

- Nothing comes to mind right now, she had to admit as she reached out for the bottle after he took a long sip. - I have one for you then. - Oh yeah? - Why the veil? She froze. Of course he was going to ask about that. Like so many men before him. She had to admit she was feeling a little disappointed in him for inquiring about her face on the first occasion he was getting. His company had been so nice the last few days, he'd been somehow more relaxed with her, while he only showed his angered, impatient side to the others. He was gradually warming up to her, showing a softer, even charming side of him. The two of them were often caught bantering by their companions, and that didn't discourage them in the slightest. She felt they were becoming friends and the prospect made her so happy! But now he was asking that one question she had grown to loathe so much. Leaving her to face two choices: show him and gain disgust, or refuse and gain distrust. She was stuck. - I could ask you the same, she finally said. Why the helmet? - Well, my head needs protection. I doubt your turban and veil offer any kind of effective cover whatsoever though. - Why don't you ever remove it? she pressed. - I've gotten used to wearing it at all times. I never remove my armor either, as you've noticed. - How you can even manage to sleep with all those spikes all over you is beyond me. Estinien chuckled once more and took the bottle from her hand. He sipped some of the alcohol quietly, savoring the warmth spreading through his aching body. He considered giving up as he noticed how distraught his companion was, but curiosity won. - So, why the veil? - So I don't scare the hell out of children and women, she spat. He let go of the now almost empty bottle and looked at her. Fyris was a mystery to all of them. Always concealing the lower part of her face behind a thick black veil, all they knew of her was a scar, and a sole piercing green eye. What she was hiding was an easy guess though; all of them had already seen her wearing only her skintight underarmor that left her shoulders and thighs bare, and her skin was covered in scars. Not to even mention the missing arm and eye. Of course the rest of her face was doomed to be covered in wounds as well. Estinien simply wondered to what extent she was disfigured and why she was hiding facial scars while the rest of her body didn't seem to pose any kind of issue. - I can understand hiding from strangers. But we're alone, why don't you ever remove your veil in the presence of friends? She looked away and he noticed the way her fingers started fiddling with her belt. She was preoccupied. - I don't want to be judged, to be honest... especially by you. - By me? Why would I even judge you? She didn't answer. Estinien gave her a few minutes. Figuring out she wouldn't say anything at all, he stood up and walked up to her, simply to sit down by her side instead of across her. He glanced at the sleeping forms of Alphinaud and Ysayle, making sure they wouldn't wake up at a critical moment. - Tell you what. I'll remove my helmet, and you'll remove your veil. No judging. Would that be alright? - Why is this so important to you? - I want to know you better. Is that too much to ask? - ... I guess it's okay. Would you... go first though? - If you promise me you won't chicken out. - Alright. Estinien sighed, suddenly feeling quite self conscious. Showing his bare face had never been an issue before. Why did he give so much importance to what this woman would think of him? She was nothing special, after all! He finally shook his head and removed his helmet quickly, unveiling cold blue eyes, long white hair, and almost regal features. Fyris' veil might conceal most of her emotions, he saw in her eye how surprised she was. He simply hoped the surprise was a pleasant one. - W-why would you conceal your face, she babbled after a few seconds. You're handsome. - I told you, head needs protection. It's as simple as that. - I... changed my mind. I can't show you. - I did my part, you have to honor yours. - It's just... I just... - I won't laugh or anything of the sort. Don't you trust me yet? - I do trust you... - Then let me see. Please. She swallowed, hard. Slowly, she unwrapped the turban around her head, revealing her long, heavy silver locks. Then she proceeded to remove her veil with a sigh. Right before lowering the piece of cloth, she gave Estinien an enigmatic look, and he couldn't quite tell what she was trying to convey. Finally, she let go of the veil. She closed her valid eye, refusing to see his reaction. The scars across her lips, jaw, nose and temple started aching and burning again like on the very first day. - Gods be good... he whispered. - I told you, this isn't... - Fyris... - Are you happy now? You were hiding a handsome face while I only have ugliness and pain to share. This isn't fair. She reached for her own face, trying to conceal the ugly scars with her hand, but Estinien stopped her, gently grabbing her wrist while shaking his head. - Please no more. You're beautiful. - Don't make fun of me, she said while freeing her hand. - I'm not. And we have a problem. - What? - I want to kiss you. Fyris gasped and quickly looked around. Ysayle and Alphinaud still seemed to be deeply asleep. - Are you crazy?! What if they hear you! - I don't really care, honestly. - Why would you even want to do that? she said while trying to put her veil back on. Do you have some kind of nasty fetish or something? - I just find you beautiful, is that a crime? - No, but... - Please, let me see again. She sighed and let go of the veil her shaky hands hadn't been able to tie back up. Now that he'd seen her, she might as well drop the act and enjoy a veil free evening. - Come closer to the fire. Another sigh, yet she complied. Her gaze was distant, and Estinien could see a lot of hurt in her eye. Surely having such a face brought its lot of misadventures and bad memories. - Allow me, he said while reaching for her chin. She let him do what he wanted but she remained closed off. He examined her features with some kind of fascination. Not only her scars but her traits too. The length of her nose, the shape of her lips, the delicate curb of her cheeks. Truly, he did enjoy what he was seeing. She could hear him murmur from time to time, which only increased her discomfort. - Will you let me kiss you? - Are you insane? she whispered. - Forget about them for now. Do you want to let me kiss you or no? - I can't... You can't... - Why not? - Because of what I am, I'm just... - A lovely person with a lovely face. Who wouldn't want to kiss you? - I can't... I just can't... She turned away from him and he thought that was it. Half saddened, half disappointed by this turn of events, he stood up to go isolate himself for the night when he clearly saw her shoulders shaking. - Fyris? - I'm okay, she lied as he clearly heard the tears in her voice. - You're not. I'm sorry, this is my fault. - You did nothing wrong. Gods I'm such an idiot. She hid her face in her knees and started sobbing softly. Feeling like the scum of the earth, Estinien sat down by her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. He had no idea what to do, so he stuttered whatever came to mind first. - D-do you need a hug? - ... A hug would be nice. - Even from me? - Yeah. He pulled her to him gently and she didn't resist. Her head rolled against his shoulder and he felt a few tears drop on his neck. - Thank you. - Don't thank me when I'm responsible for your tears - Another man would have ignored me for sure. - That other man would be a fool. She smiled and looked at him with a half lidded eye. - Do you mind holding me like this? - ... I don't. - Will you do it a little longer? - ... Sure. He didn't sleep that night. He listened to her soft breathing until the sun started rising. Then he woke her up gently so she could put her veil back on before the others came to.That was the last time he'd seen her face.

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