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azulann · 3 years

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Did someone say High School AUs? @whitherliliesbloom‘s AUs are always so cute and I saw the High School AU idea and tbh I’m work for that slice of life stuff so WE OUT HERE. I have no idea where I’m gonna go with this but I thought it might be fun to at least brainstorm!! ;; everyone's concepts are so cute, I couldn’t resist ;; i might do something for Kinara but I need to attend to my two babs first

HCs below the cut to save your dash

Yura:

Much like in canon, in high school Yura seems a brash and detached problem student who is well meaning but aggressive.

Despite her small stature, Yura is known for her physical ability and striking glare which never seems to leave her face

Because of her mannerisms and appearance, she often struggles to make friends, though plays it off by saying she isn’t interested in socializing (through its evident she’s very lonely )

Despite her issues, Yura is a very smart young woman who simply refuses to apply herself.

She was actually a very dedicated student only s couple years beforehand, being considerate, approachable and hardworking before her fall from grace due to circumstances she doesn’t talk about

She retains her compassion and dedication even if she tries to hide it, and is actually very approachable when it comes down to it. The few people who get close to her can see this kindness and compassion easily.

She struggles to interact with others but is very defensive of those who come to her seeking whatever aid she can offer. She’s actually very amiable when approached.

She isn’t part of any clubs due to her a reputation and attitude, but shows an affinity to several sports, music and even gardening to the surprise of many

She actually makes okay grades but her developing reputation as a problem child leave many assuming the opposite, her teachers often harassing her to do better (especially her brother)

She’s not a delinquent per day but she isn’t exactly a model student either

She wants to be better at communicating with others but she struggles. Wants friends but can’t figure out how to talk to people anymore

Her adoptive brother keeps her grounded at home and at school

J’thel:

A History teacher at High School and Yura’s adoptive brother

Once a problem student himself, he took great care to clean up his act and is now respected for his kindly dementors, brotherly instinct and dedication to his students and work

He does everything in his power to keep his students not only educated, but comfortable and happy

He takes care of Yura since her father travels often

He doesn’t believe anyone is beyond help

Active in several extracurricular programs.

Probably a club advisor

He tends to get on Yura’s case about her attitude because he knows she can do better

And is always in school staffs case to give her a chance, aware people are ready to give up on her

Tbh Yura’s only real friend at the start of her school year. She often helps him after class

Gets made fun of a lot for wearing gloves and looking extra, but his hands get cold easily is his excuse. Yura thinks its because of his nostalgia.

Everyone’s best friend and everyone’s worst nightmare at the same time

He wants everyone to be their best self and believes no one is beyond help

Idiot who wears fake glasses to make himself seem less intimidating

non gifed versions too bc they might be hard to read oops

#ffxiv #Final Fantasy XIV #ffxiv gpose #GPOSE #FFXIV Screenshots #highschool au #AU #my screenshots #yura kha #yura #j'thel #my gifs #i hope no one minds my jumping on this train #i rarely ever do AUs #but I LOVE THESE ONES #probably me projecting bc I hated high school for so many reasons and wished it could have been better LOL

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azulann · 3 years

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“Because of you, I will always have a friend”

#FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #GPOSE #ffxiv gpose #FFXIV Screenshots #screenshot #my screenshots #yura #yura kha #j'thel #Some unedited screenshots that weren't gonna make it into a set I have #but I loved a lot FSDFA #I'm slowly getting back on my bs #I PROMISE #baby yura

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azulann · 4 years

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“I’ve said it once I’ll say it again, this won’t work”

“Just shut up and smile please.”

#FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #GPOSE #FFXIV Screenshots #I've had a weakness for them and thier sibling relationship lately #yura #j'thel #my screenshots

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azulann · 3 years

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“Grow through what you go through”

#FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #GPOSE #ffxiv gpose #FFXIV Screenshots #screenshot #j'thel #my screenshots #other characters #this was gonna be a larger post but I got booted out of internet so I'll try again later

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azulann · 4 years

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What is life if not a gamble?

I’ve seen so many cute sets like this for the Make it Rain campaign I wanted to try at something ;; Especially bc Yura’s actually got really good luck in the Saucer

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azulann · 4 years

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Distraction

Prompt: Panglossian

Yura is ready to go. Just let her go please.

“This isn’t going to work.” Yura’s voice carried quietly a doubtful tone as she poked her had around the corner, her eyes scanning the area for any who might overhear her hushed whispers of cynicism.

“And you wonder why no one ever accused you of being panglossian,” J’thel poked Yura’s leg from his hunched position. The pair had been held up for quite a while behind Imperial walls, analyzing and investigating patrol routes as they waited for the perfect moment to strike. Memorizing his surroundings and everything contained within them, J’thel was determined to do this right. If this was to work, he needed to know what was what, what was where, and what was happening. Nothing would escape his careful gaze. That is, as long as Yura actually let him concentrate.

“They sent us here as a distraction. We aren’t distracting anything hiding behind rocks and between walls!” though she kept her voice low, Yura dramatic motions towards the open and enemies made a real show of her feelings on the present situation. When she agreed to distract Garlean patrols, she thought she might actually be doing something. “Why aren’t we distracting them?!”

With a light Huff, J’thel turned his attention to his impatient friend, a taunting look crossing his face as he challenged her candor. “My young apprentice, there is more than one way to cause a distraction. While true an upfront head beating is a very good way to draw attention, silent disruption can be just as effective with a far greater chance of avoiding unnecessary owies.” Yura’s face turned cross under his lecturing tone of voice, only further encouraging his taunts as he simplified his meaning. “Less of a danger if we take them out quietly.”

“I stand by what I said. This is not going to work.” Yura sent her arms heaving upward in a dramatic fashion to make up for her inability to speak up, though her patience was clearly wavering by this point, “I’m no good at these things, you know that! This is not where I flourish.“

An irritated knot formed in J’thel’s brow, gaze lingering on her for a moment before he turned his attentions from her, “Your voice is certainly proving your point on that end.”

Yura shook her head at his words, the simper on her face glaring at the back of his head. “Theres no shame in admitting failure and trying another path you know! We can call it even now and just… ambush them?”

“No! Then everyone will laugh at us…” J’thel’s own patience was beginning to waver, his own voice dangerously close to initiating contact with the realm outside their little corner.

Confusion entered Yura’s expression as she tilted her head at his words. “What? No they won’t?” She wasn’t even sure where that assumption had come from.

“They would too! I know it… they always do…” J’thel raised his voice, finally turning back to glare at Yura who proceeded to put her hands up defensively. She still wasn’t sure what the hell he was talking about, but man if he didn’t seem passionate about it.

“Oi, heard something over here.” An unfamiliar voice nearby sent Yura rocketing to the ground, taking a place close next to J’thel as they attempted to conceal themselves.

“Nice one genius.” Yura sent a glaring look at J’thel, daggers practically springing from her eyes as she reached for her lance.

J’thel’s tone fell back into a whisper, clearly aware he had greatly messed up in his attempts to defend himself. Watching Yura’s motion, he grabbed her wrist, questioning her firmly “What are you doing?!”

“We tried this your way. My turn” Without missing a beat, Yura pulled herself from J’thel’s grasp, hoisting herself over the barriers they had made their hideout behind, full ready to engage after agonizing moments of waiting.

“You didn’t want this to work from the beginning!” J’thel’s voice echoed through the area, drawing eyes from all around as he shouted out. Unwilling to hoist all the blame for the situation, he called out one last time before joining his young friend in the fray, “Damnit all Yura!”

#FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIVWrite #FFXIVWrite2020 #Yura is trigger happy and literally no one is shocked #yura #Yura Kha #j'thel

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azulann · 4 years

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Treasure

Prompt: Beam

Sometimes it just takes the small things to make people smile the brightest

Yura and J’thel, appearances by Alisaie and Y’shtola

“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t think I’ve you sleep in… ever” The concern in J’thels voice was evident yet ever ignored by the younger girl as he watched her stride forward with a head held high. The had been running separate duties for what felt like days, J’thel finding himself crashing and burning every free moment he could, making his bed in trees, on rocks, benches, wherever he could to get his usual allotted hour of sleep a day before being thrown back into the grind. Whenever he saw Yura, however, she was always awake, alert, and ready to go. He was not sure how she was doing it but he did know he was more than a little envious of her continued energy. If he didn’t know her any better, he would have bet she was sleeping on the job.

“I told you I’m fine,” Yura whipped her body around as they walked, keeping her pace up as she strode backwards, offering a self-assured smile to her friend, “We haven’t worked one on one in a while and I’m not about to let you screw this up alone.” Her voice laced with a cheeky fervor, she turned round once more as they arrived at the entrance to the Rising Stones, pausing outside the entrance.

J’thel did not even attempt to resist the urge to roll his eyes, rolling his shoulders back in response to her attitude, “It’s just a delivery Yura, I think I can take care of it on my own,” as he continued to speak, his eyes turned pleading, his ears folding back as he leaned towards the Au Ra, “You’ve been working non-stop Yura, don’t you think you deserve to give yourself a break?” J’thel was never afraid to make his concerns over the wellbeing of others known, as his tone continued to demonstrate, practically begging his young friend to rest.

Leaning to meet her dear brother halfway into his own slouch, she headbutt him softly, her smile growing into one of tested patience as she spoke, “I told you. I’m fine.” Pulling away, she continued to walk towards the stones, waving her friend off as she strode, “Just let me grab a few things. I’ll be back out in a second.”

With a heavy groan and hands thrown to the air, J’thel relented, slamming his back against a wall, and shrinking down towards the ground as he shook his head roughly. He was tired, too tired to argue with her, too tired to be doing this, too tired to be doing ANYTHING at all. Yet here he was, running himself ragged? And why? Because he knew if he didn’t, she would, harder than she had been anyway. He knew she was not fine. Despite her impeccable posture and alert gaze, the bags beneath her eyes and the subtle gestures she made towards her head spoke volumes of her state.

J’thel sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the wall, desperate to let the exhaustion claim him but resisting the best he could. He needed to be alert as she pretended to be. She always took on too much responsibility, placed too many expectations on herself and accepted blame where it was not her to take. He knew she was just trying to do her best for everyone and believed she couldn’t slack with everyone else working so hard, but he also knew she was reaching her limit. He just wished there was more he could do. He knew that even if he forbade her from following him it would not matter. She would do it anyway. The least he could do was keep an eye on her. He always had. He always would….

“I don’t think this is the prime place to be taking such a rest” J’thel’s eyes shot open at the sudden sound of a voice looming over him, a jolt of fear traveling from his shoulders to his stomach as he attempted to shoot upwards, only to slip and fall against the wall once more. Rubbing his head gently, he glanced up to see Y’shtola looming over him.

“Ah geez, how long was I out?” He glanced up at the sky, the same blue hue as it had been at his drifting off, the color only ever so slightly variated as the sun began to drift downward.

“No more than an hour at best guess, though I’ve no way of knowing for sure. I just thought you might wish to make your place of respite somewhere more comfortable,” her words spoke of a level of concern, though her tone was a bit sharper than the kind intent of her words, especially as she followed up her statement, “Or convenient.”

J’thel pushed himself off the ground, stretching out his body as he did, rolling his neck and massaging his temple in an attempt to defeat the lingering soreness present in both his neck and his head, “Yeah, maybe in a bit. We have a job to take care of. I’m just… waiting on Yura.” His voice was rough and gravelly with his exhaustion, continuing to stretch himself out in an attempt to further wake himself. What he wouldn’t have done for a bucket of ice right then.

An inquisitive look appeared on Y’shtola‘s face, followed by an amused smirk as she watched J’thels attempts to regain his consciousness “You may wish to check on your charge, though I would advise against disturbing her. Her air says she hasn’t known such rest in quite a while.” With a simple wave, she departed, leaving J’thel to ponder her meanings. Rest? Rest. He was resting, but she? Sleep. He fell asleep!

The sudden realization that J’thel had fallen asleep waiting for Yura hit him like a herd of stampeding buffalo, but not near as hard as the fact that Yura herself had yet to come to wake him. What was she doing? He asked himself question after question, running curiosities through his head as he made his way hurriedly into the stones, practically knocking down the doors in his moment of panic. He wasn’t worried she was in trouble; Clearly if she had been Y’shtola would have been a bit more alarmed in her reception of the sleeping man, but he still couldn’t help but wonder why Yura hadn’t come to drag him from his sleep. And then, his gaze fell upon the very reason.

Splayed out gently on the floor, head and arm resting tenderly across a crate, Yura had found herself a place to call bed. A sigh of relief left J’thel’s mouth as he made his way over towards her, a weight lifted from his shoulders upon seeing the sleeping figure. “What a place for you to finally crash” he muttered to himself, crouching down to brush her long fair from her face, revealing the content smile upon her lips. He simply looked upon her for a time, unwilling to disturb her despite how sure he was this was the least comfortable place she could have possibly passed out. She had earned this rest, and he would not be the one to see her robbed of it.

Yura groaned wearily as a gentle hand laid itself upon her back, soft words echoing in her horns, “Yura. This cannot be comfortable, get up.” Shifting her body, Yura attempted to pull herself into a more upright position, only to pause as the soreness shot through her body, her attempts at lowering her arm causing another groan to escape her lips. As she attempted to readjust herself to the light, Alisaie’s face came into view, the blurriness of her vision making it hard to tell if the look was one of concern or irritation. “Seems we’ve allowed ourselves to reserve roles this time.”

Yura took a moment to process her surroundings. Was she still in the Stones? Had she fallen asleep waiting on J’thel?... “J’thel!”She shouted loudly at the thought of the man sent Yura flying upwards, though she soon fell back down against the crates at the sudden rush of darkness and dizziness that enveloped her vision, a foreign hand reaching out to steady and sit her down once more, this time in a much more comfortable position.

“Don’t rush yourself!” Asliaie’s tone was harsh but there was concern on her face, as Yura could finally see, as she rested a hand gently against the Au Ra’s shoulder, keeping her down to recover her composure, “J’thel left some time ago. My guess is he was not keen on waking you though I must say he could have at least encouraged you to a less precarious place of rest. How you’ve stayed here this long is beyond me.” J’thel was likely in for it later, leaving such a dear friend out in the cold like he had, though it was clear Alisaie knew he had only intended the best, despite her harsh words. “Let me get you something to wake you up. And then back to bed. You need rest. Real rest.” She commanded harshly before turning away, leaving Yura with only her thoughts.

Internally beating herself up for passing out so suddenly on her friend, Yura let out another groan. She could not believe she had fallen asleep and left him to do all the work. She was better than this! Always do your duty, no matter the obstacle. Sleep could have waited. Why hadn’t he woken her up? Was he angry at her for demanding so ardently to go and then promptly abandoning him to her rest? Or maybe he thought she was incapable of assisting him. Had she outlived her use to her friend? It had only been a matter of time, right? As the thoughts raced through Yura’s head, she squeezed her fist tightly only to feel a light presence within. Pulling her arm from behind her, she opened her hand to find a small piece of paper within, crunched and wrinkled, from the moment or all her time asleep she was unsure but beaten all the same. When did I pick this up? She wondered to herself, gaze full of confusion as she opened it up. Reading the contents of the note penned in J’thel’s chicken scratch, her eyes widened, a feeling of relief and jubilation filling her body as she beamed down at it gently. The words filled her with a reassurance she wasn’t sure she was deserving of, feeling silly at her previous line of wondering as her eyes read the words over and over again.

“Yura, we’ve some tea here for you. Drink it then get yourself straight to a bed.” Yura’s eyes flickered from the paper upwards towards Alisaie’s commanding voice, the smile on her face remaining as feelings of contentment continued to flood her. She too often took for granted the kindnesses which her friends showed her, allowing fear and guilt to take the place of gratefulness. Standing slowly and making her way towards the table at which she had been ordered to sit, she glanced down at the paper one last time.

Treasure You.

#FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIVWrite #FFXIVWrite2020 #more sibling love #yura #Yura Kha #j'thel #alisaie #I'm loving just doing drafts bc it shows how disjointed all my writing is before I edit and add detail LOL

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azulann · 4 years

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A Dimly Lit Sky

Prompt: You Pick! (Grief)

Stormblood patch spoilers; Brief mentions of Alphianud x Yura but could be seen as platonic

TW; Blood and Injury

I’ve learned to deal with my grief. You should too.

The biggest lie Yura had ever told herself and so many others. Mayhap she sought to assure others of a fading hope, a budding sprout breaking through the solid rock. Or perhaps it was her attempt to dissuade others at looking too deeply into her own feelings, the weight of what most men would see as decades of sorrow coming crashing down upon her shoulders in a mere matter of moments, smothering her beneath her own denial. She thought on the insensitivity of the lie she had told to so many, looking down at her hands, nicked and scarred. How many of these marks had spawned from such a lie? How much of her skin and bone had her constant assurances of complacency cost her? Yet even so, the cost was nowhere near the cost of the toll on her mind.

Yura lifted her gaze from her hands, craning her neck upwards to gaze out the tarnished glass of the window at the sea of stars so far above. For hours had she sat quietly in her room, hunched over like a turtle in her shell, thinking, wondering, trying to figure out where it all went wrong, giving her attention to the stars in hopes they would give her all the answers as they once had. They were always so bright, so beautiful. Yet in this moment, she struggled to separate them from the specs and stains on the glass. In this moment, they were no better than stains. Hopeful lies that one might connect to, a child’s fantasies riding high in the sky evermore. She had put so much stock in them as a child, and yet in her dedication to them, they had given her naught. They knew well of her lies, and challenged her feelings. ‘I’m fine” she would say to all that crossed her path, begging a glance into her wounded heart only to be detoured at every new approach. What a beautiful, pathetic lie.

But then, what was she to say? That her grief was overtaking? That she was collapsing at the seams? Was she to shout and scream in a fit of bloody murder as one would have expected her to do once upon a dream? What was her right to do so when so many others suffered around her, comrades collapsing one after another for no true reason as friends and family gazed on, suffering in knowing they had done everything right, every possible, and still failed to save themselves and their friends. What right was it of hers to express such frustration when so many others knew it well?

Yura stood swiftly from her seat, strolling lethargically closer to the window. She places a gloved hand upon it, slowly stroking the dirt and the dust from it, praying that it may bring some clarity to her mind, separating the world from the heavens. To think she had allowed herself such faith in them, she thought, reflecting on the moments that had transpired just hours before. So long had they been worried for Alphinaud’s sake, questioning daily if he would make it home. The concern only mounted as comrades fell, one after another, an endless sleep taking grasp of them. Concern for all was spread so wide for each of the Scions, each of the fallen, yet the concern for his being only ever mounted, being not only so far from home, so far from reach, so far from their awareness.

Yet even she had surrendered herself to a hope upon his first departure. Her faith in him was stronger than her fear for him she would tell herself, trying to make up any excuse to trick her mind into forgetting the fear she held in her heart. And it worked from time to time. He’d be there with her, arm in arm, huddled close together, wrapped in a deep embrace of comfort and innocence. A reassurance that things were okay. And then she’d wake up. And then, every day, reaching out once more every morning, she’d remember.

Yet again and again, she’d play this scenario, hoping, wishing, praying that of all the people who could, even if it was ever so selfishly, it would be him. She had gotten her wish, her prayers answer, but never in a way she could have genuinely wanted. Seeing his limp frame, devoid of all but the breath in his breast, simply served as a reminder to her that this was no dream she could simply wake from, no image she would will away with the blink of an eye. They had done everything right. They had done everything they could. They had done EVERYTHING, but nothing had mattered.

There was nothing she could do

Nothing

NOTHING.

A warm feeling built in her breast as she thought, suffocating her slowly, burning her alive from within. It refused to stop rising, begging to escape the feeble prison she held all her feelings within. And so, with a scream, she let it go, fists curled tightly as she lashed out towards the window, tired of its mocking glare, leading her to false hopes and appearances.

Yura went limp, falling roughly against the wall, red seeping from her gloves as the open gashes in her hands turned her pale skin red, slowly sliding downwards as the support from her legs slowly surrendered to the pain in her heart. Her vision began to blur, from exhaustion or tears she did not know, as a sound rang out from across the room. She felt deaf, barely able to make out the rattling as her door opened fast, her eyes trying to adjust through the warmth of salted memories that poured from them. Moments passed in silence as another noise rang out. Barely could she make out what was said but make it out she could. “Yura” it called out, over and over, miles away from her mind yet only feet from her form.

As her eyes cleared from the tears, she began to make out a figure across the room, shocked in form but prepared to pounce at a moment's notice. The look on J’thel’s face was sympathetic, concerned and terrified all at once upon seeing her, yet such a sight gave her an indescribable sense of comfort urging her to attempt to straighten herself up once more. She made the effort to step towards him, a step in the right direction, only to find herself falling, hand and fast. Yet as she prepared to hit the ground, she was instead met with a warm embrace and a comforting voice. She let out a vicious sob the moment he caught her, the pair falling roughly to the floor as she howled into his chest, sobs caught in her throat as she choked on her words, muffled through her tears and gasps, “It’s gone, all of it is just gone! We did everything right, all of it and nothing mattered! It was all nothing! They’re all gone…”

J’thel simply sat with her in silence, gently stroking her head as he carefully avoided doing further damage to her arms, gently holding her wrist as his other arm kept her safe in his embrace. There was nothing he could say to change what happened, nothing he could say to ease her mind. It would never be something so simple. He had at some many points tried to make things better with honeyed words for her, and she had been foolish enough to believe it. There was ought left for him to say but a few broken words. “I know, I know…” He muttered gently, holding his friend, no, his sister closely, his own tears soaking her head as they sat in the wake of a dimly lit sky.

#FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIVWrite2020 #FFXIVWrite #FFXIV fanfiction #yura #Yura Kha #au ra #alphinaud #alphinaud leveilleur #Yura x Alphinaud #Yura and alphinaud #j'thel #other characters #My Writing #there was a bard playing sad music while i took the screen for this #fight like siblings but love like siblings too

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azulann · 3 years

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When snow falls, Nature listens

#FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #GPOSE #ffxiv gpose #FFXIV Screenshots #screenshot #j'thel #other characters #more WINTER #these are low effort #enjoy #my screenshots

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azulann · 4 years

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Water

Prompt: When Pigs Fly

Yura is tired of dealing with Alphinaud’s aversion to swimming aka this is goofy writing from my ill mind but it was fun

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, it’s really not that deep.” J’thel was struggling to withhold his laugher as he observed Alphinaud’s staring contest with his own reflection, the younger boy struggling with the internal debate raging within him. It seemed a simple enough task to cross the water, the largest threat remaining the water that may soak into their boots and settle for a few spare hours. However, what should have been such a simple thing hard turned into an arduous mental debate. And so, for what felt like hours had Alphinaud and his companions sat, J’thel and Alisaie looking on at him as Yura sat with waning patience not far off.

His brow furrowed in concern, Alphinaud cautiously leaned over the water cautiously, the clear water rippling as his shifting steps disturbed the shore, sending dirt and pebbles tumbling into the stream. “I suppose it doesn’t look too deep… but it’s so hard to judge.” While accomplished in many fields, his physical ability to tread the water easily was not his most practiced of exercises.

As usual, no one would blame you for taking precautions, brother.” Alisaie’s words were sincere, and her tone equally as earnest, yet the look upon her face housed a level of pride mixed with amusement. Once again, her elder brother was many things, but a diver was certainly not one of them, one of the many differences held between the pair.

“I suppose...” though his words were those of one with a level of assurance, Alphinaud’s tone leaked of wariness, clearly far from convinced by his allies’ words. There were many factors to consider in the embracing of the unknown, the waters flow steady yet the darkness of its ebb and disguising the levels of it’s depths. It very well may have looked shallow yet who could tell for sure? T’was far too dark to guarantee anything without a true level of investigation.

Alphinaud’s silent observations continued on for what felt an endless amount of time, his friends watching him peer holes into the savage pool before them. That was, at least, until a very impatient voice broke the silence “Oh for heavens...”Yura had been quiet for a vast majority of Alphinaud’s dilemma, trying her best to keep her jitters I check for the sake of her dear friend, yet it had only been a matter of time before her patience was finally tried. She stood up briskly, sights set on her target as she made her way towards Alphinaud.

A body appearing behind his own reflection, Alphinaud quickly turned as his young friend approached him, inquisitive look upon his face as they looked at one another. “Yura?” He questioned, confused by her sudden approach. She had that look on her face, the one of sheer determination, a beast on the hunt as she looked up at him. In a single swift motion, she bent down, wrapping an arm around his knees as she steadily hoisted him over her shoulder without even a trace of true exertion. “Y-Yura!!”He cried out at his friends sudden motion, a mixture of embarrassment and confusion blanketing his face as he tried his best to prop himself as upward as he could be, incoherently trying to argue his way out of her grasp. Despite her friend’s pleas, Yura did not once halt her march for the water, knee deep as she made her way for the other side.

Unshaken and unsurprised by the turn of events, Alisaie and J’thel simply watched in amusement as the pair made their trek across the water, the continued incoherent screeching’s disturbing whatever peace the water may have once held. “Does she ever slow down?” J’thel begged an answer he was already well aware of as he made attempts to speak between his giggles.

With a light scoff, Alisaie replied in a mixture of vexation and amusement, “When pigs fly maybe.”

#FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIVWrite2020 #FFXIVWrite #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #My Writing #yura #Yura Kha #alphinaud #alisaie #alphinaud leveilleur #alisaie leveilleur #j'thel #this was so goofy I might go back and re-write it better after write2020 #but it was fun for now #Yura and alphinaud

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azulann · 4 years

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A Game of Chance

Prompt: Where the Heart is

Some time to reflect on the meaning of family

“What kind of slight of hand bull are you trying to pull?” J’thel slammed his hand down roughly onto the table, taking care as to not allow his cards to remain face up. His tail swayed back and forth in an irate motion, replicating the look of annoyance that crossed his face.

Kinara’s voice was low but firm, tightly knotting her brow as she glared sharply at the Miqo’te across from her. “Excuse me? You’re the one slipping cards from your sleeve.” She laid her cards face down on the table, leaning forward ever so slowly as her ears twitched in frustration

“I assure you; I am not! Where the hell do you think I’m putting them?” J’thel stood up abruptly, motioning to his sleeve as he tugged it back and forth in a rough manner, trying to signify not only it’s emptiness but it’s size.

“Are you kidding me? You could fit a goobbue in there!” Kinara replicated his movement, standing up rapidly and towering over him from across the table. It was rare for her to make such accusatory statements, let alone make them so loudly. When she did, however, it was nothing to sneeze at, even with something so simple as a card game.

Akiiyo glanced up from her book as she gazed between the pair with which she shared a table, concern forming on her face. “Please don’t be so mad at each other! It’s only a game, it’s it?” She inquired despite being aware of the existing answer.

“This isn’t about the game anymore! This is a question of HONOR!” J’thel raised his voice another degree as he spoke to Akiiyo, a fire burning in his eyes as she sunk down in her chair, book over the lower part of her face as she hid from his misdirected wrath. “Of which she clearly has NONE!” J’thel quickly made a motion to point at Kinara, finger a papercut away from brushing her nose.

“I won’t even point out the irony of you of all people accusing me of being honorless when your cards are falling out of your shirt.” She gestured at his waist, watching cards slide out from his loose shirt as he scrambled to feed them to the floor. “But more importantly, don’t you dare yell at Akiiyo!”

After kicking the cards from his waist to the floor and under the table, he gave Kinara a taunting look, “I wasn’t “yelling” at her, I was simply raising my voice in inflection.” J’thel was careful to use air quotes around “yelling” as he spoke, continuing to direct blame around himself.

“Don’t inflect towards her then!” Kinara raised her own voice in “inflection” once more. All initial meaning to the argument had been lost by this point.

“Do you think they could possibly get any louder? I’ve heard alarms quieter than they.” Alisaie’s tone was flush with irritation at the continued squabble across the room. They had stopped making sense only a few moments into the argument, and it was near impossible to keep up with whatever they were talking about now. Still, the four at the table across the room could not help but watch the scene unfold, taking a needed break from facing the issues of the real world.

Alphinaud shook his head in response, though an amused smile remained on his face “A few more decibels and they may well cause another calamity themselves.” His words were those of an irate bystander, but his tone found much more amusement in the performance than his sister��s.

“Let them enjoy their time. We all seek our ways of respite.” Asta looked up from sharpening her blade, vision soaring past her companions at the table to examine the near fight broken out across the room.

“Who gave them those infernal things to begin with?” Alisaie’s words were those reminiscent of a time of trauma, or at least devastation, as she recalled the night she and Yura had so valiantly attempted to build a false empire with the cards to sate their own boredom. Mayhap is was irony that had J’thel so tormented by them this time.

“You and Yura were done with them, so I passed them to the next had” Asta cast her gaze between Alisaie and Yura, who had been quietly staring between the scene and a parchment until this point.

“You just want to cause problems.” There was a hint of amusement in Alisaie’s tone, despite her expression of vexation. Asta simply smirked in return, an uncharacteristically sly look in her eye.

As Yura looked on between the scene before her and the observers next to her, a warm feeling came to her heart. For what felt like hours she had been trying to find words to write home, to put feeling to paper, but the words escaped her. At least, until that moment. “There’s a lot of love here.” Yura’s voice was unusually calm and smooth, her usual fervor replaced by a calm security

“Is that what we call this now?” Alisaie shot the Xaela a look of surprise, be it for her finally speaking or for the words she spoke, not even she knew.

Yura simply smiled in response, looking between the twins as she spoke, “The language of love isn’t always a kind one. I am sure you and your brother can attest to that. And mayhap your fist on occasion…” Yura’s final words trailed off as a knowing look crossed her face, causing an awkward silence to form around the table, of which she took advantage to continue, “When I was younger, I used to imagine what it might be like to have a big family. I knew it would never be real, a childish dream, but I still dreamed. But I realize I was wrong. I remember that on days like today. When I feel like I miss home, I look around at all of you and I realize… I am home. No matter where I am at, I’m home. Because I have all of you.”

No words were said in response, as no true affirmation was needed on this subject. They knew well at this point that family was what you made it and that home was always where the heart is. Yura looked around the room once more, from the loving faces of those next to her, looking at her with pure affection to those across the way, absorbed in their own problems but ever vigilant for one another’s sakes. She thought hard on those far away and on those who had since left the world around them, feeling their love even so far away. Finally, she looked back down at her page, prepared to write once more. To her loved once. To her family.

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Need a Hand

Prompt: Irenic

Yura is STILL trigger happy and J’thel can’t get away from it

“You have GOT to stop doing this!” J’thel’s strident tone was only matched by his panicked pacing as he strode back and forth, to and fro, tail viciously swinging and twitching as he took in the carnage around him. Things were supposed to be simple. He knew his way around a conversation. Even in the face of danger he knew how to take care of himself! So, then, how had he come to be surrounded by the bruised and groaning bodies of ruffians? Yura, of course. It was ALWAYS Yura.

Yura only offered a lazy shrug in response to J’thel’s plea. “You looked like you needed a hand,” there was no hint of regret in her voice, her face offering a less than apologetic grin as she observed the ensuing results of her efforts. With a gently nudge of her foot, she turned one of the men over onto his back, both checking the state of his health and admiring her handiwork as he groaned in response. Even in a simple rough-em-up, Yura was quick and clean in her handiwork. People always underestimated her due to her size, and as much as she hated it, it really did come in to her advantage at times.

J’thel’s mouth fell agape as his posture hunched, looking between Yura and her “handiwork” with a look of sheer terror, “Needed a hand? Yura, you dropped them a FIST!,” despite the levels of concern and irritation in his voice, J’thel was quick to step over the men littering the ground as he approached the young Au ra, “We were talking? Maybe you’ve heard of it before?”

“Yeah, you call it what you want but I think when the knives get pulled, the glove is thrown.” With a quick pat laid to her friend’s arm, Yura brushed past him, continuing to examine the room around them as the groans and mutters of some five or six broken me filled the pair’s ears. Yura was careful enough to avoid doing more damage than she already had, but the steps she placed on the backs of some few proved she wasn’t above her own form of gloating as she made for her exit.

Faint mutters akin to words escaping his lips as Yura attempted her departure, J’thel quickly reached out to stop the young woman, a hand wrapping around her arm as he quickly pulled her back and turned her to face him. She allowed him his motion, maintaining an unflinching stare as he placed his hands on her shoulders, bending lower to look into her eyes, “Yura, in the world there exist irenic solutions to problems of the very opposite disposition, if you could possibly believe it. I know I do. That’s why I’m here! That’s why they sent me!” He shook her shoulders gently in an attempt to emphasize his point. “Not EVERYTHING needs to be a Yura solution. Sometimes, it’s fun to leave things in tact and undisturbed.”

A mocking smile returned to Yura’s face as she roughly pushed his hands from her shoulders, leaning in to meet his gaze closer, “You say that, yet we always seem to end up in the same place.”

“Because you ALWAYS do this!” J’thel’s hands flew upwards, tail fluffing and his foot kicking backwards hard with his step, accidently knocking one of the many men on the floor out of whatever wind he might have regained.

With a taunting tilt of the head, Yura’s smile deepened, far too proud of what she had done by J’thel’s standards, “Keep up the deniability. It suits you.” Her tail swung back and forth wildly as she beamed at him, making sure J’thel had no time to finish his lecture as she firmly grabbed his hand. “Besides, you enjoy it.”

“Yura--!” J’thel attepted to speak, but found the breathe taken from him as Yura pulled him along roughly, dragging him away from the scene. He muttered to himself under his breathe, reflecting on ay time he dared to let Yura ‘help” him do anything. There was always at least one guarantee: even the simple things were never boring.

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azulann · 4 years

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Innocence

Prompt: Ache

Yura mourn’s her childhood

An endless sea of shimmering lights dancing across a dark abyss. There was something about it that was so comforting, like a warm embrace in the endless cold; a dark comfort masking the light of reality, barring her in a dreamland of idealism and memories. It was always there. Yura closed her eyes ever so slowly, reaching upwards in awareness of the fact. It was the one thing she always knew would be there.

“Hey pocket knife, is this up and walking off in the middle of the night going to become a habit of yours?” Yura’s eyes shot open at the sound of a far too familiar voice, an irate smile forming on her lips but a smile nonetheless. She struggled to sit up straight, having been lying on her back for twelve only knew how long by that point and having gotten far too comfortable for sleeping on stone.

“Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she shot a glare at J’thel, the glint in her eye speaking volumes to the Miqo’te about just how much she did not appreciate his trespassing on her thinking time. “Ask me next time; maybe by then we’ll have a pattern established.”

A dramatically frustrated knot formed in J’thel’s brow at Yura’s response, his shoulders slumping in far too hysterical a fashion to be taken seriously, “Yeah, just let me know when next time is so that the next time you want to be impulsive…I can plan ahead.” J’thel lingered for a moment after his statement, his body language radiating concern and hesitation to intrude upon her private time. With a wave of her hand, she willfully dismissed his fears, motioning to him to join her. He slowly approached the ledge off which Yura had been hanging her legs, taking a cautious place next to her as she turned her vision back to the heavens as he continued to speak once more “What’ve you been looking at?”

With a wide and exuberant arm motion, Yura swung her arms wide, careful to avoid smacking her companion in the face as she did, “The skies. The vast space of nothingness above us.”

Casting his gaze to follow hers, J’thel glanced up towards the sky, bright and clear as the purest crystal. It was a particularly bright night, each star twinkling brightly enough that one might count each one without issue, provided they had the time and dedication to sit through such a time-consuming feat. Yura may have had one, but certainly not the other. Not that this stopped her from looking, however, for as long as he had known her. “Ahh yes…You always did like staring off into space. Both the sky and at nothingness.”

Yura’s face soured once more at his comment, casting her gaze down for a moment to glare at her friend, “It’s just comfortable, that’s all.” She gave J’thel a light shove as he chortled at her frustration, “We’ve been a lot of places, seen a lot of new faces, new environments… but this is the one thing that never seems to change, “She cast her glace back upward, a soft smile forming on her face once more. “Even when we can’t see it, we know they’re up there.”

Yura’s tone spoke volumes of her passion for the cosmos, the hope and fear carrying in her voice in equal measure as J’thel thought on the sincerity of her words. “It is a comforting thought. To have something be so stable in our lives, especially given what we go through daily.”

“When I was a girl, I remember dreaming of the stars,” Yura began to speak, pointing towards the sky as her finger traced invisible lines between all the gems in the sky, creating erratic and random shapes as she spoke,” My life was good growing up. I had a loving father, a warm home, good friends. Even when times were bad… they were good,” Yura’s hand settled in place as she paused, considering her next words carefully. The stars to which she reached continued to gleam, seeming to glow ever brighter as Yura’s tone carried on the wind the hopes of a child. “But it never stopped me from feeling like I was missing something. So, I looked to the stars. I took comfort knowing that under that vast blanket of shimmering lights stood all the people I’d ever loved. A reminder that all was not lost to me so long as I could see that sky. So I threw myself at that vast sea…” Yura’s sentence trailed off gently as she balled her fist, squeezing her hand shut tightly as if grasping at the stars so far out of reach, “and I lost everything in her waves.” With a wavering voice, Yura pulled her hand close to her chest, squeezing her hand firmly, fearful of letting whatever starlight she had caught escape, guarding whatever was left of her innocence. “It took me a long time to realize I wasn’t missing anything. I was losing myself.”

J’thel had no quips to offer, no words of comfort as he gazed on at Yura once more. Her eyes, so bright just moments ago, seemed to fade into an empty night, clouded by her own doubts and fears as she continued to grip her hand tightly. There was an ache about her, a longing for that which was long since gone.

“I wanted to be this knight in shining armor; for myself or for the world I wasn’t sure, but I dreamed of making things better. Making them right.” She glanced down at her hand, letting it fall open gently, mourning whatever she had tried so hard to grab at only to just barely miss, “But all I did was let my hubris, my idealistic dreams get the better of me. And she paid for it. That poor child who was stuck inside of me.” Continuing to look down at her hand, she whispered gently, just barely speaking above the wind as tears pooled in her eyes “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you…”

J’thel’s face softened as he continued to look onto Yura. He had known for her such a long time, yet in all that time she had rarely faltered in her attitude. Always so resolute, so powerful, it was easy to forget she was young. She was still a child. She had just paid for her life with her innocence. And how her heart ached for it back. Gently, J’thel moved a had to Yura’s head, laying it softly atop her hair as she spoke in a calm voice “You paid your dues in innocence far too early Yura,” he whispered, stroking the top of her head gently, “But I don’t think you failed her you know.”

Yura looked up through lightly soaked lashes, her tears barely holding back as the gleam started to come back to her eyes, pleading with J’thel in confusion and hope. “You know, a knight in shining armor never did nothing for nobody. Never fought, never risked anything. What she needs, what you need, is a knight in dented armor, scraped and bumped and broken all over. Someone whose given it all and lived to tell the tale.” J’thel pulled Yura in close, a firm arm enveloping her in a tight, brotherly embrace, “You’re building a world where she might live free one day. She and everyone like her, every young soul who still holds hope in their hearts.” J’thel closed his eyes, gently laying a head upon Yura’s as he thought, “It’s not fair that you had to give so much, but she’s not gone. One day, she will come back. Because you and her? Like you said, you’re still under one sky.”

Yura’s heart continuously ached at J’thels words, a hopeful beat picking pace as she smiled into his shoulder. She had known her regrets so long, yet somewhere in her heart, that lost little girl still lived strong, giving her faith that one day, she might well return.

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