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heirbane · 1 year

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A basic timeline is now live on the blog! It can be found at /MEMORIA . It is Gaius biased and Garlean heavy, ending at the conclusion of ARR. Some dates given are estimates. Since I do not think my theme is very mobile friendly, a text-only version will be below the cut. Timeline below contains spoilers for 1.0 and ARR's questline.

1513 - Solus zos Galvus establishes the Garlean Empire.

1521 - Gaius Baelsar is born. Garlemald conquers Othard and Ilsebard, and encounter their first primal threat.

1552 - Garlemald takes over Doma.

1557 - After seeding unrest, Gaius Baelsar, now a Legatus, takes Ala Mhigo. Sharlayans send ambassadors to Garlemald to forge a peace treaty after getting wind of the state of Ala Mhigo. The negotiations bear no fruit; Sharlay begin plans to evacuate their Dravanian settlement.

1562 - Garleans move to take over Mor Dhona, unaware of the dragon that slumbered there: Midgardsormr. Airships and Dravanian hordes clashed; Midgardsormr downed Agrius, sinking it into Silvertear Lake, shortly before the ship exploded, killing the dreadwyrm and causing irrepairable damage to the area.

The Bozja Citadel in Garlemald begins to experiment with the Allagan Lunar Transmitter. As the lesser moon, Dalamud, begins to glow, the Transmitter explodes, killing Midas nan Garlond. Cid nan Garlond defects Garlemald shortly after.

Shortly after, Emperor Solus grants Nael van Darnus approval to use Project Meteor on Eorzea against the rising Primal threat. Varis yae Galvus, Solus's grandson, and Gaius van Baelsar oppose the use of the plan, and both men work to undermine it's development.

Following Agrius's destruction, Gaius van Baelsar retreats to Ala Mhigo, and Garlemald at large postpones it's invasion of Eorzea. The decade is dubbed "The Age of Calm", from 1562 - 1572.

1562 - 1572: Age of Calm

The beginning of the Seventh Umbral Era: The Calamity

1572 - Nael van Darnus and her legion build Castrum Novum in Mor Dhona. It houses the Lunar Transmitter and intends to call Dalamud down from beside the greater moon. While adventurers are able to destroy the transmitter, Dalamud is still summoned via Meteor: Nael is slaughtered in the process.

Dalamud continues to fall. As the red moon grows in the sky, The Battle of Carteneau commences: the Grand Companies of Eorzea battle Nael van Darnus's Legion. During the crux of the battle, the moon splits, releasing it's captive: Bahamut.

Following a failed summon of the Twelve, an Archon known as Louisoix Levellieur teleports surviving adventurers five years into the future. Louisoix, aided by prayer and released aether, transforms into a primal: the Phoenix. The bird tears Bahamut into pieces and saves Eorzea from annihilation. Bahamut's heart sinks into the core of Hydaelyn and claims what is left of Louisoix's spirit.

1575 - Gaius van Baelsar, admist the chaos and rebuilding effort following the Calamity, constructs outposts throughout Eorzea for his XIVth Legion. He renamed Castrum Novum to Castrum Centri, and sets up Castrum Meridianum.

The Ultima Weapon is unveiled in Ala Mhigo by Lahabrea, an Ascian. After forging an alliance with the Ascians, Gaius sets his sights on a new route to conquer Eorzea.

A Realm Reborn

1577 - Livia sas Junius, tribunus of Gaius's XIV Legion, leads a surprise attack on the Waking Sands. She kills most within, kidnapping Minfilia Warde, Urianger Augurelt, Papalymo Totolymo, and Tataru Taru. Taken back to Castrum Centri, Minfilia is beaten and interrogated on the Echo's properties and their ability to resist tempering. All captives survive and are rescued by the remaining Scions and the newly titled Warrior of Light.

Gaius van Baelsar, upon Garuda's summoning, takes advantage of the primal's nature and taunts the Lady of the Vortex. Outraged, she calls forth both Ifrit and Titan by way of torturing their beastly followers. In one fell swoop, Gaius absorbs all three primal's aether, storing it within the Ultima Weapon. He offers the Alliance an ultimatium: surrender, or perish.

The Scions of the Seventh Dawn persuade the Grand Companies of Eorzea to stand against Gaius van Baelsar, much like they had Nael van Darnus five summers past. They prepare their attack, titled Operation Archon.

Gaius van Baelsar gives Rhitahtyn sas Arvina command of Cape Westwind. He is felled by the Warrior of Light shortly after, as Operation Archon saw Cape Westwind as an easy target to disrupt communications among the Imperial forces.

Livia sas Junis is slaughtered as the Eorzean Alliance pushes into Castrum Meridianum.

Gaius van Baelsar, piloting the Ultima Weapon, stations himself in the Praetorium. Despite multiple attempts to bring the Warrior of Light onto his side, they fail to see reason. As each primal's aether is ripped from the Weapon by the aid of Hydaelyn, the Ultima Weapon begins to break down. Lahabrea activates the core of the Ultima Weapon: the Heart of Sabik, unleashing a spell with the same devestating results as Meteor. Gaius is thrown fron the machina and killed as the Praetorium crumbles.

#ⅩⅣ tertius oculus ( hcs. )#this is entirely canon compliant with the exception of the year 1575. i picked a year between the age of calm + 2.0 for those events to hap #happen* since the timeline on the wiki wasn't specific #but. yes. this took. over an hour

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jarael · 11 months

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6.) for a sigrun ship? : o

Sigrun began to wrap up her broken toe, gritting her teeth. White magic helped a lot, but it still hurt. At least Sharlayan wasn't as cold as Coerthas.

"Are you alright?"

She looked up to see Ameliance in the doorway. The lights of the hallway made the Levellieur matriach's platinum blonde hair shine.

"Other than a bad toe, and a bad back, and everything going on in Garlemald, I'm fine."

Ameliance gave her a warm smile, approaching her to kneel beside her bed. "I'm sure I could help it feel a little better..."

No, Sigrun thought, you have no right to smile at me like that. Her heart pounded in her chest as the woman finished wrapping the bandage, rubbing an elegant thumb over the end.

As Ameliance gazed into Sigrun's shining onyx eyes, the Viera realized that she had met her baby blue gaze.

Too much. Sigrun leaned back. "I should get to bed."

Ameliance nodded and rose. "Whenever you want to."

Indeed.

#ffxiv #fanfic #ameliance leveilleur #Sigrun Bosco #rel: do you believe in love #sunlian #thanks!#any chance to c*ck Forklift is always appreciated #endwalker spoilers

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anarysoberon · 1 year

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Estinien watched the hyur woman and her comrades as they searched the streets of Radz-at-Han. He knew they were not of this realm. Their garb and mannerisms gave that away almost immediately. As the woman wandered, he turned just over his left shoulder as Urianger came up beside him. They both watched the group silently for a bit. It became evident that though they bore weapons, small in size, they weren't a threat to the people who called the Thavnairian city home.

"It does not appear that they are to cause harm," Urianger said quietly.

"Maybe not, but they are definitely not of our realm," Estinien replied.

Just then, the woman turned and seemed to look directly into Estinien's eyes.

"Urianger, can you find Alphinaud and Alisaie? Send them out to intercept the woman, they're going to be perceived as less of a threat," Estinien said, backing away from the ledge he had been perched upon.

Urianger left silently as Estinien's attention was caught by a male dressed similar to the woman, but his appearance was both foreign and familiar. The beings ears alone would give the elezen of the realm a run for their money. A few minutes later, Alphinaud and Alisaie calmly approached the woman and they started off to Mehryde's Meyhane. The being with the long ears and another hyur followed. Estinien made his way to see Vrthra.

Kathryn Janeway looked at the brightly colored city streets. She had no idea how she, Tuvok, and Ayala ended up in this place, but at least it seemed they were not under any type of threat from the people who rushed past them.

"Tuvok, why don't you find out what this place is and where it is. Ayala, can you find out who the government officials are or whatever the setup is?" Janeway turned in a slow circle taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of her new surroundings.

The Lieutenants took off to retrieve the information she asked for. As she set off to learn what she could, Kathryn felt as if she was being watched. As she looked up, she saw what appeared to be the shadows of two people. Their shadows were genderless in the brightness of the sun at their backs. Captain Janeway was becoming more frustrated as people looked her over and seemed to scurry away in fear.

When her frustration was at its peak, she saw two children making their way to her. Their hair was white as snow, their skin fair, their eyes a captivating shade of blue. One was clad in blue, the other in red. Their strides spoke of confidence, their matching cadence made her immediately regard them as siblings and well-to-do. They both stopped an arm's length from her.

The one in red, now more obviously female, immediately crossed her arms over her chest and gave Kathryn the once over. The male in blue smiled weakly, casting his sister a sideways glance. He bowed slightly before he rose and spoke.

"We are Alphinaud and Alisaie Levellieur," he began motioning between he and his sister. "Welcome to Thavnair, Radz-at-Han more precisely, you seem lost. How can we help you?"

Janeway immediately noted that he was as well spoken as his sister was intimidating. The Captain's mind was buzzing with questions. As she began to answer, she saw Alphinaud's ears. Trying to hide her light derailment of thought, she smiled.

"Hello Alphinaud and Alisaie. I am Captain Janeway of the science and exploration ship Voyager," Janeway began. "My two comrades and I were sent here by mistake," she continued. She turned to see Tuvok and Ayala returning.

"But you haven't a clue where here is, have you?" Alphinaud asked.

"Not even an idea of where to guess," Janeway responded as the two men rejoined her.

"Well then, why don't we make our way over to Mehryde's and have a little chat?" Alisaie asked with emphasis on 'little'.

Tuvok subtly nodded his approval to the captain.

"After you." Janeway answered, attempting not to be snarky in return.

The twins set off followed by the three lost travelers.

#final fantasy xiv #star trek #star trek voyager #thavnair #ffxiv alphinaud #estinien wyrmblood

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nhaneh · 1 year

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ever amused by instances where either/both of the levellieur twins have a "...oh shit she hot" moment about kea

I think Alisaie has more of them because she has more of a crush, while Alphinaud's are rarer but more obvious as he kind of freezes and fumbles over words because he's not used to think of Kea as "attractive woman not too far from his age"

Kea for her part sees them mostly as younger half-siblings or nephew/niece-equivalents within her Scion tribe

#kea lurvis

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jefarawol · 1 year

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Urianger had devised that we could attempt to go back the way we had left. Down the aetherial current which had transported us out. Utilizing an Artificial aethryte which was currently being installed we could manipulate the flow to where we wanted to go.

Alisaie had concerns with those working alongside, that is until an unexpected face showed up claiming them to be retainers of House levellieur. Urianger had seen to informing Alphinaud of our quest.

To say alisaie was mad would be understatement. she declared her intent to slay their grandsire. and if he was to join she was to lead the charge not him. To my surprise he accepted.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv arr #warrior of light #ffxiv aura #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv screenies #final fantasy gpose #ffxiv arr retelling #binding coil of bahamut

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trollkarubyffxiv · 1 year

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#ffxiv #trollkaruby #art #chibi #alphinaud #sage #levellieur #elezen #ff14 #artwork #my art #fanart

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abimee · 1 year

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its sadly because its very common for weirdos and predators to play lalafells because they look childlike, and theres a larger problem of a lot of assholes playing lalas (off the top of my head theres two friends who are well known for playing lalafells and shipping their lalas w/ the levellieur kids, and i escaped a weird lalafell union where a lot of ppl in there were just REALLY mean and rude and known to show up in swarms to ''crash'' rp parties or be a public nuisance), so instead of just like being cautious or watching for red flags people will just flat out consider anybody who plays lalafell to be a creep/predator/asshole when theyre just final fantasy dwarves and entire disallow them from their content 😭

#its crazy to me because i get being cautious cause square has somewhat made lalafells look a little weird #but that doesnt make every single lalafell player a weirdo. im in a new lalafell union full of adults who are totally normal about it #they just think its fun to play a short dwarven bastard but people can be REALLY MEAN #ive had people say mean/aggressive comments towards me and say things about kicking me or punching me just cause i play lala #and its like ???? HELLO? I JUST WANNA BE A HOBBIT

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minarcana · 4 months

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i got my headcanons about urianger's childhood confirmed which means i should write about them properly!

essentially, his biological parents are more or less non-entities to him. he holds little to no attachment to them because he just. wasn't able to as a child since they did not give a fuck about him. he was an accidental child, and his parents were too busy to pay him mind, and he just assumed that's what parents are like. their only obligation is to make sure he doesn't die, and he didn't, so it's fine, right? real wire monkey mother situation.

he has no siblings that he's aware of, and no extended family. or he might, he's just never cared to look into it because it never seemed relevant.

urianger's parents spoke a dialect of Coerthan (French) at home, which is generally not particularly coherent to modern Ishgardians, and also why Urianger's spoken Eorzean is so weird, because he learned the language from reading rather than speaking initially.

due to the fact his parents didn't give a shit about him because they were too busy researching, he fell into Moenbryda's home before they were actually proper friends, because Moen's mother thought that perhaps the "bare minimum" isn't great for a child in the single-digits of age to be essentially living alone. moen's protectiveness came next, then her actually befriending him properly, because he was still very much a child who didn't know how to interact with others.

he treats Moen's parents as his own, and while he'd recognize his biological parents if he ran into them, he has no knowledge whatsoever if they're even still alive or in Sharlayan because they're essentially just "people i knew as a kid" to him.

he also latched on fairly hard to the Levellieur family, Louisoux and Alisaie in particular. fourchenault he never got too well along with, but he allows ammeliance to be herself (read: dote) on him when he's around her. ammeliance was the one who had him start babysitting the twins, since he was often around in Louisoux's shadow anyways.

#headcanon : urianger #GOD. i was always like 'i truly dont think he had any relationship w his parents'#but getting confirmed canonically they did not give a shit about him. ouch.

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arcann · 2 years

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top 5 ffxiv characters ^_^

1. Alisaie Levellieur

2. Estinien Varlineau

3. Aymeric de Borel

4. G'raha Tia

5. Haurchefant

Bonus blorbo: ***** *******

#last one is unlocked when you finish stormblood uwu!!!!!#thank u fade ❤❤

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storms-path · 2 years

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Day 28 - Vainglorious

Kokoje closed the book in front of her with a heavy thump. She could feel another headache coming on. A quick glance at her clock told her it was already three hours past when she’d promised Lucinia she’d stop her research. But she had to find out more. She had to get to the truth of the matter, even if it took all night. Her task was simple, find out as much as she could about the Warrior of Light’s companions. But one in particular was proving particularly vexing. The sources she’d found must have been missing something, must have overlooked some key detail!

Because if they were accurate, Fareena Hagen must have been the most insufferable person in all of existence.

While the diary of Stalwart Mountain was by far the most scathing report of Fareena’s character, it was far from the only one. Each and every one of the vaunted Scions of the Seventh Dawn had some sort of gripe with her, from Thancred grumbling that she had replaced his aether cartridges with berries to Y’shtola planning revenge after her staff had been painted “an insufferably bright shade of pink”. Even the famed Alphinaud Levellieur, noted for his even-keeled, diplomatic style, had on a few occasions found time to warn others of her temperament and attitude.

So why keep such an irritant around? Did she bribe them somehow? Threaten to spill their darkest secrets to the wider world? Was she… gods forbid, actually liked for her loudmouthed, prideful demeanour? Truly, the people of the past made no sense at all. Kokoje rubbed the bridge of her nose, brushing against her reading glasses. It was then that her stomach decided to gurgle, loudly. A pressing reminder that she was still mortal, and prone to a mortal’s failings. Appetite most certainly being one of them. “Fine,” she muttered to nobody in particular. “A quick break, then back to the books.” She would puzzle out this mystery, even if it took all night.

As she stepped out of the library’s endless aisles she was struck by the sudden clamour and squall that rushed to fill the silence. Lucinia had explained in vague terms the silencing enchantment placed on the library (“keeps the booklings undisturbed” were her exact words), but knowing it was there and feeling the wall of silence suddenly left were two entirely separate things. Still, it was pleasant to be around the various people noises again, even if most of them were the clash and clang of weapons colliding.

The Storm School of Combat didn’t really believe in schedules, allowing each student and teacher to set their own as it pleased them. A lackadaisical approach that would have driven Kokoje’s former tutors back in Sharlayan absolutely batty. Well, those who weren’t already. Still, it was early enough in the evening that even her rigid, stuffy lecturers would have had little reason to look askance at her for choosing to grab a quick bite to eat. Though, given her recent choice of company, they’d likely do so anyway just to make a point.

As Kokoje made her way to the lower levels of the building, the clamorous wails of drawn weapons gave way to the somehow more clamorous wails of hungry students. Jeers, cheers, gossip and hushed whispers all mingled with the various mastications of the dozens of would-be combat masters as they pressed together on slightly-too-narrow benches and greedily devoured their meals. There were no ranks or barriers here, student ate elbow-to-elbow with master as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Lucinia claimed it helped break down other barriers that would get in the way of learning. Jungsai, her lanky raen right-hand-man, countered that it was because she couldn’t be bothered enforcing discipline and wanted to impress the new students with her presence. Kokoje suspected Jungsai had the right of it, but she would never say it out loud.

Lucinia herself was easy enough to spot, tearing meat from a pile of ribs with all the delicacy and restraint of a starving coeurl. She failed to notice Kokoje as she entered the room, too intent on her meal. The fact that Kokoje was as small as she was probably didn’t help. On any other day, Kokoje would have made a beeline for the woman, but today she needed more studious help. After helping herself to a roll of bread from the bustling counter, Kokoje singled out her target. Jungsai was sat away from the crush of the middle benches, calmly eating his platter of vegetables while poring through a book sitting neatly next to him. He looked more like a scholar than a fighter, but Kokoje had seen his prowess in the ring. Only one person had beaten him one-on-one, and she was the grandmaster of the school.

Jungsai Kurogane was tall and thin, but by no means skinny. A lean and proper diet led to a lean and proper man, lithe and wiry and able to move with an easy grace that belied his towering height. A mop of dark hair littered his head, perhaps the only untidy thing about him, but his blue-grey eyes were razor sharp and crackling with intelligence. Kokoje had liked him immediately, and it hadn’t taken long to win him over in turn. He smiled as he heard her footsteps, looking up from his meal to offer her a seat next to him. Kokoje steadied her heart as he did so, damning her luck that the two heads of the school were also the most dashing. Just bloody typical, that.

Still, Kokoje took her place next to the man, taking a bite of her roll once she had made herself comfortable. That was a mistake, as soon the entire roll was messily devoured and her stomach grumbled for more. Jungsai chuckled and nudged his plate in her direction. “Long afternoon, hmm?” His voice was velvet drawn over granite, a uniquely rugged yet tender combination. “And here I thought Lucinia had given you enough of a lecture last time.”

“Hmph,” was Kokoje’s only reply as she tore unabashedly into one of Jungsai’s popotoes. “’m a guest! Can… mph... Do what I want!”

“Within reason,” chided Jungsai. “So tell me, what have you been looking into that has you so enthralled?” As a fellow bookworm, his empty threats fell mostly on deaf ears, but he at least had learned the value of restraint in his pursuits. His goal of one day dethroning Lucinia would not allow overindulgence.

“Fareena Hagen,” was Kokoje’s reply. Jungsai grimaced. Apparently Kokoje was not the only one who had delved into the woman’s history. Curious, Kokoje raised an expectant eyebrow.

“In Kugane, we have tales of that woman and her escapades. She was an all-too-frequent visitor, even after her business in the city concluded. She would cause some commotion, disappear into thin air, then re-appear just when she had faded back into rumour and mystique. And of course there are some who claim she had a hand in the Red-Hand Revolution towards the end of her life. Not that I believe such things, of course. Nor would I shed tears if she was. Corrupt bastards deserved what they got, if the history books are anything to go by.”

Kokoje was stunned, not only by Jungsai uttering the first swear she had heard from his lips, but also his verbosity. It was rare to get more than a few sentences from the man, but now he had opened up like… well, an open book. “What else do you know of her?” she asked, unable to stifle her curiosity.

Jungsai raised an eyebrow at her, but his easy smile made it clear he did not mind the interrogation. “I know that she was known as a scoundrel, an arrogant and insatiable fighter, and one of the bravest, most noble people this star will ever know.” Jungsai picked up a piece of broccoli before Kokoje’s plundered fork could skewer it. “The four lords speak most highly of her.” With that bombshell dropped, he dropped the greenery into his mouth and began chewing in evident satisfaction.

Kokoje could only stare dumbfounded for several moments. Then, in a rush of air and heady disbelief: “You’ve MET the four lords?! Genbu, Byakko, Suzaku, Seiryu? THOSE four lords? How?!”

Jungsai merely smiled in the most infuriating way Kokoje had ever known. “That is a secret for me and those I deem worthy of telling the tale to.” Jungsai close his book with a decisive snap and made ready to leave, clearly deeming the conversation over. As he made to leave, however, he found his way blocked by his lalafellin friend. She was shockingly fast for someone untrained in combat.

“Oh no you don’t, you overgrown lizard. You are going to sit back down and tell me every last detail, or I’ll sic Lucinia on you for not coming to collect me like you were supposed to!”

Jungsai looked Kokoje in the eye and saw the steadfast determination in them. She would do it, even if it meant exposing her own tardiness. “Very well,” he sighed, sitting back down. “About miss Hagen, then. And afterwards, perhaps,” he added at Kokoje’s stubbornly set jaw, “Perhaps I shall speak of how I encountered the four lords in my journeys.”

Kokoje considered this for a moment, then nodded. “Good enough. Start talking, and don’t leave out any details!”

With a weary sigh, Jungsai began sharing what he knew.

#ff14 #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #kokoje koje #lucinia corvus #jungsai kurogane #wake up kids new lizard just dropped #this started as a really tricky prompt and somehow became my longest one thus far #i knew it had to be about fareena because she is how she is #but how to frame it was the tricky thing #eventually i settled on a retrospective from my favourite future scholar #who shows a lot more of her gremlin energy in this prompt #meanwhile jungsai is about as far from arashi as can be #calm collected and 100% goal driven #but he is also saddled with gremlins and thus the two would sympathise with one another

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endlesscrimson89 · 7 months

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FFXIV Write2023, Prompt 16: Jerk.

"Jerks," Raha hissed under his breath, tossing an offended look after the retreating back of laughing students. He refused to admit that his mismatched red-cyan eyes welled up, burning unpleasantly, as he set to gather the books, one of them made him drop, tripping him over.

His fault for not expecting it. For letting the high stack in his hands cover his vision or for trying to get back to Baldesion Annex without getting picked on. Far too naïve, all things considered. There wasn't a day - when he left the compound - when someone wouldn't attempt to make themselves feel better or look better at his expanse. Even inside the compound, it was hit-and-miss sometimes, depending on which of the Students were present.

All because of his stupid, mismatched eyes... And Thaliak, but he hated the unfairness of that. Hated that he was short, skinny, and an easy target to bully. That at seventeen, he was quite the youngest kit in the whole goddamn city without a guardian. Students of Baldesion didn’t really count since they barely bothered with him.

He hated this whole fucking city, its citizens, and the fact that they rejected him for something he had no control over. He so, so badly wanted someone to come and take him from here... At this point, just about anyone would do.

Raha sighed miserably, wiped his eyes before anyone could notice - not that any of the passersby had anything but smirks for him - and finished stacking books before heading back to the compound, this time trying to be more aware of his surroundings.

Still, he missed the way the students who picked on him were stopped by the door of the Studium. Walking off, he didn’t see the tall, black-haired teen who grabbed the blonde who tripped him by the neck and slammed his face against the wall next to the doorframe. Neither did he see the staff of the Studium running in and separating the teenagers, soon dragging off the downright hissing, infuriated Seeker of the Sun, whose pale eyes glared daggers at the bloodied teen as his friends gathered him off the ground.

Letting the door of the Annex slam shut behind him, Raha had no clue that by that point, two years older Senri - a new arrival in the city - gained a reputation of a violent freak by seemingly randomly attacking the other students...

...not yet, that is.

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With the Students penance to gossip, especially over the shared meals within the compound, he heard the rumors about him before he had to occasion to see the person who got all of them - as it seemed - quite... agitated.

Busy with his own plate and trying to stay invisible, his ears twitched with the murmur of whispers of two older girls seated nearby, their dark-haired heads nearly pressed together as one of them giggled.

"...I heard he's gorgeous!" The one giggling gushed, and covertly his eyes shot toward them.

"He is... but he's freaking feral," the other replied, tossing quite a nervous look about that had him look toward his plate again and attempt to look disinterested as he picked on its content. "I've heard that barely two weeks here, he spent most of it in isolation so far. The professors at the Studium are livid! I heard they're already petitioning the Forum to remove him from the island!"

"Would that work, though?" The other whispered, clearly amused and less careful. "I mean, with Levellieur at the forefront...? I thought he was staying at their estate?"

"Seems so... but I heard that Fourchenault isn't any happier than any of them about his father's delivery," the girl on the right stated, waving her fork between them. "And he has the twins to think about, too. I hardly imagine that kid is a good influence for eleven-year-olds... no matter how intelligent everyone says Alphinaud is, right?"

"Why did his father send this... boy here, though?" The girl on the left asked, frowning. "Especially if he's dangerous?"

"No one knows," the other shrugged somewhat helplessly. "I mean, perhaps Levellieur does, but even if... he's refusing to spill. Or so I've heard. Just the other day, the kid attacked the son of one of the other members of the Forum, but apparently, Fourchenault picked him up without a word! No explanation or excuses... not even an apology! The city's abuzz with speculation, you can imagine?"

He could, knowing by now that the citizens lived for gossip!

"Hm, perhaps this whole Senri would be gone before we know?" The one on the right suggested, and they switched the topic to the fashion, instantly losing his interest.

He was mulling over it all the way until he was back in his bedroom, involuntarily intrigued by the mystery.

It was still a week before the first time he actually encountered the object of those rumors.

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Sitting on the floor and leaning against one of the bookshelves deep within the Noumenon, Raha leafed through the book spread in his lap when the sound of the footsteps closing in had his ears twitch before they laid flat against his head. He picked this darker part of the library for the solitude it normally offered, with anyone rarely interested in the dusty tomes about the Allagan Empire. Most of them being written in the actual Allagan, those were rarely borrowed, making this section quite a pleasant hiding spot whenever certain less than friendly Students were out on a prowl within the Annex.

When those steps rounded the bookshelf he was resting his back against, he carefully kept his mismatched eyes on the text in front of him, hoping whomever it was would leave seeing the space occupied.

...no such luck, however, even if the steps stopped, and in his peripheral vision, he saw a set of heavy-looking boots. For a moment, he thought that he heard this person's breath hitch, but he turned the page, pretending ignorance to the sudden, unwelcome company, in thought wishing they would leave him alone.

Again... no luck.

"H-Hey," That sounded hesitant, and perhaps that undertone of uncertainty in an otherwise pleasantly deep voice had him turn his head and look... and Raha froze, staring as his mouth dropped open. A matching uncertain expression on the other teen’s face took away none of its downright unreal beauty, with jet-black lashes surrounding the palest blue eyes he'd ever seen. The eyes that trailed over his face with the strangest expression - if he didn’t know better, he would be tempted to call longing - before that whole face seemed to close off, growing unreadable as the tall figure towering over him leaned one wide shoulder against the shelf, with free hand pointing toward the book in his lap. "You know Allagan?"

Raha blinked, trying to gather his bearings as he cleared his throat, then took a deep breath and tore his eyes off the vision, forcing them back to the pages.

"N-No," he hated the stammer in his voice or the way his tail flicked next to him with agitation. Instinctively - considering that the other teen looked fucking massive from this vintage, he curled in, trying to make himself small. Suddenly the seclusion of this dark corner seemed more oppressive than comforting, as his senses prickled with the strangest awareness of the presence of a predator. It was absurd, considering that the ink-haired boy - because he didn’t seem that much older than him, despite his size - didn’t look familiar (he would never forget that face!), but he was far too used to strangers picking on him. But also thinking of his size, if he - for whatever reason - chose to attack him, he doubted he had a chance to get away unscathed. Not to mention that, like this, he was blocking the only way out! "I l-like the silence here."

"Oh..." the tall figure shifted within his peripheral vision, and for a moment, Raha was sure that he - whomever the beautiful teen was - would take a clue and leave him alone... Nothing further from what happened, though, as before he knew what exactly happened, the male sighed, then dropped to the floor next to him, stretching his long legs in front of them. "Do you want to learn? Allagan, I mean?"

"You k-know it?" He stammered, trying not to freak out and forcing himself not to move away when the teen’s shoulder brushed his when the stranger folded his arms over his wide chest.

"Sort of," he replied with a slight shrug that made their shoulders connect again. "I have the Echo so kind of... I know every language."

That had him gasp and, despite his nervousness, turn his head and look right into the painfully beautiful face... that looked a tad too close for comfort. The Seeker's ink-black ears twitched with amusement even while his pale eyes remained distant, expression neutral. His long tail, as dark as the longish hair surrounding his face, flicked slightly on the other side of him, involuntarily drawing Raha’s gaze to the movement.

Even sitting, the older boy seemed massive, with obvious penance to wear black, as his pants and leather jacket suggested. The stiff material looked pulled taut over the teen’s muscular arms and wide shoulders, though open, it revealed a dark-red shirt underneath. He gave off an impression of power coiled in his form, barely restrained and waiting to snap... even when he didn't move, other than arching one of the dark eyebrows at the prolonged silence.

Catching himself, Raha’s face blazed with a blush, realizing he was staring, when a slightly sly smirk curled the corners of the other teen’s almost too-pretty mouth.

"Like what you see?" A strange glint sparked within the pale ice of those vertically slit eyes, and he found that despite the way his face felt on fire, he couldn’t look away - mesmerized - when his head nodded on its own.

Moving slow, as if not to spook him, the teen unfolded his arms, then hesitated, his chest moving with a deeper breath. His eyes trailed over Raha’s face with that strangely longing look again, followed by a slightly shaky brush of gentle fingers against the edge of his jaw. He didn’t even register tilting his head into that touch, caught up in how longing seemed to turn into hunger. His hands clenched unconsciously around the edges of the open book in his lap when the tall Seeker shifted sideways, and then that hand lost its shaky uncertainty, instead curling about his cheek with a slightly rough brush of a thumb over his too-heated skin.

So delicate and with such tantalizing affection - he was so painfully starved for - his eyes drifted shut as his heartbeat seemed to fill his ears when a scalding hot breath fanned his mouth. As shaky and uneven as his own, making him feel dizzy when the other teen’s sweet scent - so uncanny for such a masculine figure - filled his head and lungs until he could taste its apple-like tang on the back of his tongue.

That thumb, still with its hypnotic tenderness, brushed his lower lip, making him gasp before his ears twitched with the strangled sound reminiscent of a growl - a deep and aggressive sound that should be unnerving, not make him shudder with a choked, embarrassingly submissive whimper. Then that big, hot hand curled around the back of his neck, keeping him in place when something unbearably soft, tempting, brushed the corner of his mouth.

Unable to think or help himself, he tilted his head, following the sensation, and when another strangled sound teased his ears, making his stuttering heartbeat thump furiously as the blood in his veins turned to lava... next he knew, he was consumed, as the surprisingly soft lips pressured his open. He whimpered at the unbearable sweetness that filled his mouth with a rough push of a tongue that brushed his, seemingly inviting it to play. An invitation it was unable to resist as all of his senses grew sharper, yet narrowed down to the world of push and pull.

His hands let go of the book that tumbled off his lap when he shifted half-consciously, his shaky fingers curling tightly in the stiff material of the leather jacket, lured by heat and helplessly attempting to tug the bigger frame closer. His face, on fire but his head blissfully empty of any sane thoughts, made it feel natural - necessary even - to purr his delight under the lips that seemed bent on devouring him alive. And when a matching but deeper sound made his whole mouth vibrate with it, he melted into mind-numbing heat.

He couldn’t help the disappointed whine when these hungry lips pulled back, leaving him panting raggedly as his lungs burned for air.

"I want you," whispered hoarsely against his cheek, and he swallowed thickly, licking off the lingering flavor from his swollen lips. "Since the moment I saw you... I can’t help but want you so bad it hurts..."

"I... I..." he stammered, fighting to get his brain to cooperate. Impossible, as the Seeker wrapped both of his hands around his face, their tenderness bellying the rough press of those hungry mouth returning to swallow down his moan, feeding him more of that sweet, addictive taste. His arms on their own coiled around the other teen’s neck, and soon the embarrassing thought that he didn’t even know his name didn't matter in the face of the want with which the ink-haired male pinned him against the wall of books.

He barely felt the way the teen shifted them before his hand curled around his thigh, on its inner side, and spread his legs roughly before moving to his knees, the male pulled him into his lap. His numbed brain didn't mind as he whimpered at the deliciously rough friction over his painfully aroused flesh, then choked on a groan when that big hand climbed up, unceremoniously curling over his groin. Squeezing it in a way that nearly had him meow, the Seeker purred over his mouth, then did it again until Raha whined softly with every clench of his hand, all his senses zeroing in on the nearly painful pressure building at the base of his spine.

"Fuck... You're too cute," the male groaned as if in pain, then buried his face against Raha’s shoulder, his panting breaths teasing the redhead’s skin almost as much as the way he - this powerful, massive male - shook in his arms, while his arms coiled about his back almost painfully. Nearly choking on a surprised whimper at how that denied him movement, Raha fought to catch his breath as his chin dropped against the wide shoulder. His lashes parted, staring numbly at the plated floor behind the stranger's back, as his brain seemed to helplessly attempt to connect with the reality of that soothing sound of deep if shaky purrs accompanied by a tender nuzzle against his throat. "Sorry, babe... I got carried away. Don't be scared..." and perhaps only that note of a very real fear served to not make him freak out as he should, blinking rapidly as his arms involuntarily tightened about the Seeker's shoulders. Froze, pretty much, with his next words. "The day I landed here... I saw you and Azeyma... but I never imagined I could want so badly..." hoarse and yet amused, was accompanied by a gentle stroke of a big hand over his back, up and down until he couldn’t help but melt into his bigger frame with blissed-out purrs.

He was so big and yet... so tender with him that that huge, starved part of him couldn't resist but force him to wrap around him, hiding his flaming face against the crook of his neck in embarrassment at his need. His ankles crossed behind the Seeker's back, and even as his brain insisted that he should have been appalled at himself, pull back and run... his body refused to comply, lulled into the alien sense of safety with the heat and sweetness of the soothing touch.

He couldn’t remember anyone touching him like this - like he was precious, wanted - and when that hand over his back moved to delicately stroke his tail... He didn’t even recognize the sound it tore from his throat, yet the ink-haired male cooed something nonsensical, tightening his other arm around his back and keeping him skin-tight close to his nearly overwhelming heat.

"I don't... don't k-know you," he finally managed through his too-tight throat, barely restraining the embarrassingly loud purrs that wanted to slip his mouth.

"I'm Senri," the grip around him grew tighter when he flinched at the sound of the name, his eyes shooting wide open and gasp leaving his bruised lips. "And I want you to be mine, G'raha."

"How..." he trailed off, swearing in thought at the naivety of the question. Of course, his stupid eyes made him all too recognizable to anyone who spent a few minutes in the city... Then he blinked again, frowning as he gingerly pulled back, and despite his nervousness, his fiery cheeks, his gaze met the darkened pale eyes. Heated as they instantly fell to his mouth when he bit his lower lip with uncertainty. Then he repeated his words at him. "When you saw me...?" He was certain that he wouldn't be able to miss - or forget - this face if he ever saw it before.

"A few weeks ago..." Senri murmured, his face turning reddish as pale eyes darted between his mouth and eyes and back. "But... Ah, I was too nervous to... I mean..." and he flustered, of all things, his impossibly beautiful face turning redder and redder as he looked away, dark-furred ears flat against his hair as black tail swiveled nervously against Raha’s boots. Pretty much gawking - with open mouth at this point - it was hard not to gush because he looked so painfully adorable... his heart seemed to vault, then clench when those pale blue eyes caught his stare, then darted away again. "You're so... And I... Ah..."

"You saw me... when?" He hoped that his voice sounded neutral enough because the way he looked like this was doing weird things to his insides.

"At the harbor..." the male groaned, then dropped his forehead against his shoulder. "You were sitting with a book under this huge statue, looking sooo cute... But then those jerks started name-calling and pointing at you and... I have an awful temper," he murmured, wincing. Raha blinked rapidly, trying to recall the last time he was at the harbor. All he could remember was looking up at the sound of commotion by the registration office, huffing with annoyance, and heading back to the Annex... "Then, every time I saw you... before I could get myself to say something, they pissed me off..." he grumbled, then sighed miserably, leaning away with an amusingly sheepish expression. That grew stormy when he pulled his hand back and brushed his fingers against his cheek with that tantalizing tenderness. "I hate that they pick on you for something like this... Your eyes are gorgeous, G'raha."

His face burned, but he couldn’t look away, caught in the snare of the strange mix of humor and distress filling the pale eyes.

"I want to protect you so badly," Senri whispered, dragging his fingers along his jaw. "But it's a real possibility Levellieur would have my sorry hide the next time I beat up someone, so... And it's not like I could tell him why, either..." he trailed off and sighed with exaggerated resignation, holding his stare with strange determination hardening his eyes into ice as he shook his head slightly. "So, you have to be mine, G'raha."

"...I do?" He was amazed by his voice, not trembling with how his heart decided to jump in his throat.

"Mhmm," the ink-haired male nodded seriously, then blinded him with an adorable, slightly goofy grin that lit up his whole face and made it achingly beautiful. "Then I have a good reason to beat up those losers, yeah? And I'll teach you Allagan, so... win-win, right?"

He couldn’t help it... Raha snorted, chuckling when Senri pouted, shifting his legs under his butt to sit cross-legged before he let him drop between them. Reminded of the situation, he flushed, falling silent as he awkwardly pulled his arms back and let them drop between them, shyly lowering his gaze.

"Hey..." Senri breathed, closing two of his fingers around his chin, and tilted his head until he had no choice but to look up into the ice-blue eyes. Heated and wanting as they trailed over his face hungrily. "...don't look like that or else... I can’t help myself..." he growled softly, and Raha flushed darker, unconsciously picking on the edges of his jacket as he bit his lower lip with uncertainty. "Azeyma, now you're asking for it," the raspy note was the only warning before those pretty mouth fell on his, claiming them into another scorching, devouring kiss that left him dizzy when Senri raised his head. "You have to know... my self-control is crap," he rumbled on the growly note that sent a nearly violent shiver down Raha’s spine.

"...oh," he gasped, feeling the corners of his mouth curl upwards as his hands moved up and grabbed at the open edges of Senri’s jacket. "I see..." he pulled simultaneously, surging up and swallowing the other Seeker's throaty groan, shivering at how it seemed to travel down his throat and spine and made his pants feel uncomfortably tight.

Never before was he interested in the other boys, but that way Senri growled, then wrapped his hand around his neck, attempting to eat him alive... Had him melt, whimpering as he tightened his knees around his sides, so drunk on his taste that world spinning didn’t seem weird. Still, he gasped when he felt the weight of the bigger body pinning him down to the cold floor. Maybe he would mind if Senri didn't brace over him, numbing his brain with the pleasure of how he rubbed against him, just right to tear a moan out of his mouth and swallow it down with a rumbly groan.

"Be mine, G'raha," it sounded almost like a pained plea as he pulled back just enough to whisper it against his lips, electing another gasp out of him with a slow roll of his hips. The heat in his gaze could melt steel as Raha fought to catch his breath. His hands gave into the temptation of those silky, inky strands, holding him still as he surged up, recapturing his delicious mouth. He swallowed Senri’s whimper, his fingers clenching in the fists and thighs into a vise around him when the ink-haired Seeker pushed harder with the next roll of his body, the hard length of his cock teasing his own.

Soon nothing mattered but how they rolled together desperately, eating up each other’s sounds. He dug one hand under Senri’s jacket, grasping at the material of his shirt as the pressure grew painful, his breaths ragged and shallow when the ink-haired male pulled back, mouthing at his throat with hoarse growls and groans. Raha barely heard it over the buzz between his ears, nor was he aware of the strained whimpers falling from his lips in a rhythm matching their bodies. His eyes closed, all his senses focused on the inevitably approaching release, he nearly hissed with outrage when Senri froze suddenly.

Opening his mouth to protest, he found a big hand covering them with a move swift like a viper when Senri raised his head, narrowing his eyes in a warning. He didn’t understand until the sound of footsteps tore through the rush of blood and made his eyes grow enormous as his heart nearly stopped.

Thankfully, those footsteps - behind the bookshelf he was earlier sitting against - passed then grew distant without turning into this dusty nook. However, the scare was enough to sober him up. Senri, too, seemingly as he scrambled off him, then looked sheepish and flushed as he leaned back against the shelf, looking away from him while Raha awkwardly followed, his hands shaking badly when he picked up the forgotten book off the floor.

"...so?" He didn’t dare look at his companion, despite the note of amusement ringing in the deep, still hoarse with desire voice.

"So?" He repeated, proud his voice didn’t shake as much as his hands when he sat next to him, his face on fire while arousal still held a tight grip over his gut.

"So... will you be mine?" Senri drawled, and he flinched when his muscular arm snuck behind his head, curled about his shoulders, and tugged him into the other Seeker's warm side.

"So... you can beat up other students?" He deadpanned, hesitating a shy look toward the achingly beautiful, cheery grin that lit up Senri’s face at that, making his heart lose its rhythm completely.

"Nah, so I can hold you, babe," the ink-haired Seeker pressed a kiss against his temple. Then he chuckled, making Raha shiver with the sound. "A reason to beat up jerks is a bonus, though," he snarked... and he wasn't exactly proud about how warm and fuzzy that made him feel, keeping his gaze down as he opened the book and set it between his and Senri’s thigh.

"...maybe," he replied, tossing him a careful look from the corner of his eye.

"Tease," Senri chuckled again, pressed another kiss on his temple, then tightened his arm around him. "I'll wear you down, though..." he purred, and Raha shuddered, lowering his eyes as his face grew only hotter, hyper-aware of the way ink-haired Seeker slowly dragged his thumb over his bare shoulder as he used his free hand to put a finger under Raha’s chin and tilt his face toward him. The heat in his pale eyes was scalding hot even as the kiss he set on his bruised lips was a tender, delicate caress that made his heart flutter. "...you'll see, G'raha," breathed against his cheek, had him speak before he could think of it better.

"Raha?" he offered and cringed internally, blushing furiously. No one - ever - used his given name...

"Raha," the heat in Senri’s eyes reached a wholly new level, then he brushed his thumb over his too-heated cheek. "I told you to be careful about being cute, Raha," he growled softly, then pulled that hand back with visible effort and cleared his throat, looking toward the book between them. He blinked, seemingly reading the random page the redhead opened it on... then blinked again and snorted, snickering for no reason.

"...what?" He frowned with confusion, looking between him and the book.

"Ah..." Senri looked at his face, then toward the page, tightening his arm around Raha’s shoulders and pulling him tight into his side. "Never mind," Raha didn't know him that well - embarrassing as it was to admit, all things considered - but that tone for anyone sounded far, far too innocent. "So, want me to translate it for you word for word?"

"Mhmm," he couldn’t help the suspicious tone if honesty was curious about what put sparks of amusement in those pale eyes.

...he understood about bell later, when putting the supplied translation together, he learned that he accidentally picked a very steamy retelling of Allagan royal's exploits with his male lover... Educational as it was, he couldn’t stop blushing for bells afterward!

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