#lyrin'a muinvel

[hiraethwyl]

#lyrin'a muinvel #ffxiv #keeper of the moon #miqo'te #gpose

[liminal-storage]

Awake

If there was one thing that Okuni had been surprised to learn about Lyrin'a, it was that the Keeper had a quiet sort of stubbornness about him that most people tended to overlook.

She needn't have worried as much about him, she supposed. She lost count of how many nights she'd spent begging for just a few minutes to sit with him, lost count of how many of her favorite stories she'd run through in those scant few hours that Celestin allowed her into the infirmary.

(She wondered, with some amusement, if her sleeping friend might not be tired of the sound of her voice yet.)

The wait was agony, but she only needed to be patient. She was lucky to be among the first to see him when he finally opened his eyes, groggy and full of complaints. Relief flooded through her when she was pulled into an impromptu cuddle pile, and all of the tension she'd been holding onto loosened like she'd dropped a pile of stones. She tried to extricate herself, but was surprised at the amount of strength in his grip given how long he'd been out.

"Mmnn. Five more minutes." "Rin..." “…shhhhhh…shh…no.” "Haven't you slept enough as it is?" “….noo.”

She laughed, but she knew that laughter served mostly as a good cover for the stress she'd felt, a buffer against ugly tears. So much of that distress seemed ridiculous now, a burden she hadn't had to bear. She knew why she'd carried it, for certain. She couldn't stand the idea of being left alone.

"Don't fall asleep again just yet. There's a lot to tell you. Did you know the entirety of Team A is pretty much grounded for a while?" Somewhere down the hall, a door slammed shut violently and she winced. Lyrin'a gave her an odd, almost expectant look. "Oh yeah. I should tell you about that, too."

Her brother was finally awake. She might just be okay.

#my writing #been feeling bad #wanted to write something sweet #okuni tomioka #lyrin'a muinvel

[raasa-charron]

RP Log: Raasa and Lyrin'a

[13:19]Lyrin'a Muinvel pushed the door to the infirmary open  with a bit more haste than he might have usually. But Celestin had grown used to the Keeper's intrusions, the swish of his robes didn't set the duskwight on edge. But he wasn't here now, it seemed, anyway. Instead Lyrin'a was greeted with a slumped Viera on the floor of the infirmary. Had K'iaan woken and fallen??  He took a step and froze. Raasa. There was a brief moment where the catte's brain tried to register how he'd gotten there. Then he rushed forward to check on him. "Raasa?" He was bnreathing at least. A glance at the bed told him K'iaan Had woken. And he was gone. "What happened?"

[13:33]Raasa Charron || Aye, the bunny was breathing.... and jerked away, eyes snapping open at the unexpected touch, breathing hard. Upon seeing it was Lyrin'a, however, he closed his eyes again and let out a trembling breath. He'd forgotten. He was safe now. It all came rushing back - the week at Tailfeather, and just now... or... or earlier, he wasn't sure how much time had passed, K'iaan's voidsent had walked his lover's body out of the room. He shook his head, unable to speak to relay what had happened. With his good hand, he pushed himself up to a sitting position, then dragged that hand down his face in frustration. He rocked forward and up onto his good knee, clearly struggling to rise.

[13:40]Lyrin'a Muinvel 's ears flattened. Right. He couldn't talk. The Keeper's expression was a well of concern and remorse, and though the first thing he wanted to do was try and dissuade Raasa from struggling around after his trek--- had he trekked here??-- he found all he could really do was slider a shoulder under his arm and gently offer himself as a crutch to help him stand. "You shouldn't have left so soon," he whispered. It was far from chiding. "Please sit, let me check you. Please Raasa."

[13:46]Raasa Charron aimed a muleish look at Lyrin'a, jaw set stubbornly. He wanted up off the floor. Clinging to the catte with an arm around his shoulders, he dragged himself up to his feet. With Lyrin'a's help, they made it through the curtain and to the bed, where Raasa slowly, carefully lowered himself to sit on the edge. He heaved a relieved sigh, bad leg sticking straight out, with his heel upon the floor. NOW, he nodded to Lyrin'a - yes, he could check him out now, if he wanted.

[13:53]Lyrin'a Muinvel offered Raasa the most tense of smiles at his nod and  immediately raised a hand. His healing aether probed gently. It followed the lines and points of life like constellations, washing cool healing in it's wake. There was far too much strain on Raasa to expect magic to heal him entirely. Or even slightly. His body had been tortured far beyond it's limits. That he was even still alive was a miracle itself. It would have to heal in it's own time. But sustaining- that he could do. After a moment the Keeper's eyes seemed to focus from where ever they had been back onto Raasa himself. "...I'm so sorry. I never intended to leave you to them. You weren't a sarcifice Raasa. I meant to take you both and I failed you."  The flow of aether slowed until it stopped. Then he inhaled a breath, and noticing the discarded paper on the bed beside them, he nodded at it. "Do you think you can tell me what happened to K'iaan? Did he leave on his own?"

[14:01]Raasa Charron || There were so many points where the map of Raasa's body was torn or outright sundered. His missing ear. His ravaged remains of a tongue. His flayed back. Each laceration in his chest. His skinned hand. His ruined knee. Everywhere he'd been kicked or sliced or punched. And that wasn't even taking into consideration the fatigue that held heavy over him, pressing down like a weight on his lifeforce. There were shiny new scars, too, those injuries that had been created and then healed up potions to keep him alive for hours on end so the Flock could have their fun. At Lyrin'a's apologies though, Raasa waved a hand to get his attention, then shook his head. There was no anger in the Viera's dark eyes, no resentment. Taking up the quill and pulling a fresh page over to him, he scrawled, [Not your fault. Don't blame you. Glad you got K'iaan out.] As Lyrin'a asked what happened, Raasa's remaining ear wilted down further and he continued to write. [K'iaan's possessed by a voidsent. Made a deal with it to not hurt me, then let it take over the body. It left.]

[14:11]Lyrin'a Muinvel 's ears did an odd trembling at Raasa's denial of blame. He inhaled a deep breath and slowly released it, watching intently as he continued to write. At the word voidsent the Keeper frowned. That frown deepened when Raasa wrote the body instead of his. He didn't like the way that sounded. But he had very little understanding of voidsent and their deals. Conjury dictated you simply did not entertain them. After a moment the Keeper sat down next to Raasa. "We'll find him. Between Idristan and Edarien we have experts on voidsent and tracking them." He reached out to pat Raasa's good knee. "All isn't lost. Voidsent aren't as clever as they think."

[14:19]Raasa Charron chewed his bottom lip as Lyrin'a spoke of Idristan and Edarien, nodding. [I will help find him.] It wasn't an offer that he wrote and showed Lyrin'a, it was a declaration. When the catte reached out to pat his knee, however, Raasa flinched. Touch, any touch, screamed danger to him right now, and he couldn't help but avoid it if he could. He offered a furtive, apologetic look to the catte and settled again, writing once more. [I should have believed you all.] He paused, then wrote again hesitantly. [I am sorry for thinking of you all what I did. I was wrong. You were all right. They are not people. They are monsters.]

[14:22]Lyrin'a Muinvel froze with his hand where it was, raising it up, palm out, and slowly pulling back into his own space. He hadn't been thinking. Of course any movement into his space was dangerous. The Keeper settled where he was, a comfortable distance away, offering Raasa a gentle shake of his head. Think nothing of it my friend. I understand. When he continued, Lyrin waited for the paper to be shown to him, a flicker of emotion sliding across his face before it disappeared. "You don't need to apologize. Least of all to me. I'm sorry if my talk of making them whole..” Lyrin’a paused and trailed off before trying again. "They are monsters, you're right. They are incomplete creatures of emotion. They could never be people as they are." He hesitantly looked at Raasa again. Oh how hard it was to have this conversation with someone they had tortured like they had. Did he still really think it was worth any effort to try and make them whole?  What was he even trying to accomplish with that anyway.. He shook his head again. "But your compassion wasn't wrong Raasa." This he said firmly.

[14:32]Raasa Charron was writing before Lyrin'a even finished speaking. [I'd had no experience with them. I should have listened to those who had. It wasn't compassion, it was self-righteousness. And it - I - was wrong. And it nearly got all three of us killed.] He thumped a fist on the paper to reinforce the words messily scrawled thereupon. [But I understand now. They need to be destroyed, by any means possible. I will help however I can.]

[14:35]Lyrin'a Muinvel looked from the paper up to Raasa. After a moment of simply looking at him he nodded. "I wish this hadn't happened." Such a silly thing to say. He knew better than to make empty wishes. "And I know the others feel the same. But they will welcome your help."

[14:41]Raasa Charron sighed wearily, just looking at Lyrin'a for a long, quiet moment and nodding, a flicker of guilt flashing over his face, gone as soon as it appeared. Hisfaulthisfaultitwasallhisfault. He sighed, then picked up the pen again. [There is another one now. Because of me. Sparrow. Mother (this word was crossed out several times, violently, immediately) Melanthian infected me, then tore it from me. Sent Vulture to find a body for it.]

[14:46]Lyrin'a Muinvel nodded slowly. "I thought she intended to infect one of you when she said drown. I suppose she's moved beyond needing the actual host but I don't know why this way is preferable to her. Other than perhaps less opposition from a corpse." He made a face of disgust for a moment then shook his head. "Don't blame yourself. The Ink.. isn't like anything I've ever seen. There isn't a way to counter it. It doesn't know fear or pain. The most you can do without a plan is escape. This wasn't your fault."

[14:50]Raasa Charron pulled that stubborn face again and shook his head in disagreement, scribbling and holding it up. [I invited K'iaan to go with me. It was my fault he was there. It is my fault the voidsent took over, suppressed him. But I'm - we're - gonna get him back. We're gonna get K'iaan back.]

[14:54]Lyrin'a Muinvel looked at the paper and then down. He couldn't counsel Raasa away from self blame. He understood how that felt too well. It was all well and good to be told you needn't bear the guilt of something-- it didn't mean your heart would ever agree. After a moment the Keeper only offered him a smile. "We will. He was awake when we arrived at Priarch. And he was still himself, I believe. So he's there somewhere. And you'll draw him out again."

[15:02]Raasa Charron exhaled a long, weary sigh. He was still exhausted from his trip from Dravania, wracked with guilt and pain. There were dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in days. The tiny amount of sleep he'd gotten there on the floor was because he had less fallen asleep and more passed out from sheer fatigue. [Thank you for coming for us. Thank you for saving K'iaan. I won't give up on him.]

[15:07]Lyrin'a Muinvel shook his head as if to dismiss the thanks. It had hardly been the rescue they had deserved. But he stopped himself from saying the things he thought. Putting voice to his own self doubts. Raasa didn't need that now. The Keeper pushed up from the bed. "Of course not. And we'll help you every step of the way. I can inform Idristan and Edarien if you wish, they may have some ideas on how to begin looking for him but it might take some time and you will need to use it to regain some strength." Lyrin’a paused. "Or I could ask them to come here.  I'm sure you have information about K'iaan and his voidsent they could use to find him." He nodded. That sounded like a better plan.

[15:13]Raasa Charron toed off his boots and slowly, carefully, laid down on his side on the bed. He couldn't lay on his back or chest and only one side was even remotely comfortable because of his hand and knee, but it would do. Inhaling deeply, his heart panged longingly, painfully. He could still smell K'iaan on the pillow. He closed his eyes for a moment again that prickling of tears that threatened and only when it retreated again did he open them to look at Lyrin'a. [I don't want to sleep.] Came the small, scrawled admittance. The Flock was waiting for him in his sleep. Mother. Sparrow. K'iaan's screams. The torture he'd endured. It all awaited him the moment his eyes closed.

[15:22]Raasa Charron knew he needed to rest, to heal, to sleep. He was so tired, his eyes felt dry and grainy, but sleep held only terror for him. His remaining ear perked up just slightly at Lyrin'a's explanation and offer of the potions. After a moment, he nodded hesitantly. If he could sleep without nightmares, he could regain his strength - which he would need to face K'iaan's monster and be clever enough to defeat it.

[15:26]Lyrin'a Muinvel nodded, slipping to a shelf nearby. Clearly he had brought them to the infirmary earlier in case K'iaan awoke, and for the same reason. He could only imagine the nightmares the two of them would face in the future. Pulling one free he stood and popped the cork, offering it to Raasa where he lay. "I'm staying in Priarch house for the time being." As he spoke, he reached into the pocket of his robes and pulled out Raasa's linkpearl, which had been dropped by the bird who'd held it. Lyrin’a reached to lay the pearl on the bed in front of Raasa. "If you need anything. Anything at all, I'm here. Just tap it, maybe three times. I'll know and I'll come."

[15:33]Raasa Charron || With his good hand, Raasa accepted the potion, sniffed it. He made a face, but tossed it back, setting the empty glass vial on the desk. Picking up the linkpearl, he fitted it to the tatters of his remaining ear and nodded with a small, grateful smile. He gave Lyrin'a a thumbs up sign, then flopped his head on the pillow, his blinks growing slower. Whether he willed it or not, his body needed sleep.

[15:34]Lyrin'a Muinvel watched Raasa for a moment more, brows furrowing in thought, before he moved to turn down the light by the bedside. He'd leave him to his sleep then. And perhaps try and find Edarien or Idristan. Only one of them might technically be fae but they were both as elusive as one.

@hiraethwyl

#raasa #ffxiv roleplay #ffxiv #mateus #k'iaan #lyrin'a

[houserosaire]

Day 19 of Junelezen: Friends

Some shots of -some- of Silvaineaux’s friends from Priarch’s mission last night. Top picture: with Sui ( @bookbornexiv ) and Lyrin’a ( @hiraethwyl ) visiting Nophica’s Shrine and  asking questions in Gridiania. Bottom Picture starring: Sui, Inwa ( @daylightrays ), Talia ( @reddevil-xiv ), Okuni ( @liminal-storage ) and Louvel ( @louvel-roche ). Not appearing In these pictures because I couldn’t managed to catch everyone clumped up well enough  early in the evening when all were still present, but also very important friends: Edarien ( @thedarknesssings ), Idristan ( @roses-and-grimoires ), Lanceleaux ( @gorgagne-viperidae ) , Rinalys ( @dawning-star ) Latik’a ( @latikaa-renaz ) Raasa (Whose character tumblr I do not know), and Leila Eris who does not have one.

#Junelezen #ffxiv rp #Priarch things #Silvaineaux Rosaire #Sui Bian #Lyrin'a Muinvel #Sw'inwa Raen #Talia Sergenaux #Okuni Tomioka #Louvel Roche #Edarien Secariot #Idristan Agache #Latika'a Renaz #Rinalys Dawnstar #Raasa Charron #All these great characters!

[daylightrays]

∞ for lyrin maybe

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

Can I confide something in you? Can I tell you something that stays right here? I don't know. I mean... Listen to me. It's not like the Talia 'I don't know' or the Helios 'I don't know'.

Lyrin'a-san took in Death. Death was ???. But Lyrin'a-san was ??? before that. Now It's sort of like ??? ???. He looks really nice with the long hair, but also ??? Does Lyrin'a-san even ???

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

I don't even know if he ??? I think going out and having an evening with him might be fun? We could talk about conjurer things, or Keeper things, or the shroud. There are a ton of things we could talk about or do. Maybe I will try to ask about that one day.

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

I do? I mean, he's never done anything to make he question that. He's close to Marius, and that's regretful, but I'm sure people say the same thing about the fact I still talk to Ame.

I know I can trust that he is going to do the job if I can't. I count on his healing and his thoughtfulness in battle. It's why I feel comfortable trying to strategize between heals. If he wasn't there, things would be more stressful.

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

This is weird. I've said before that I care about most people. That doesn't count him out. I don't have much else to say besides that. I hope that dealing with a second voice in his head becomes easier as time goes on.

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

Uhhhh??? I'm not... He isn't.... I'm pretty sure...Does he even ???

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

It's not weird to bathe with.. I mean It's not weird to bathe together in our circumstances. If it came to something like that, I wouldn't think anything of it. It's not to say my comfort is exceptionally high with him. We hardly know one another. It's just the way you gauge it isn't the same way I would.

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

Co-worker and friend. Maybe someone who puts up with working with me. I don't know. I never know how to answer this one.

#the queue cue #lyrin'a muinvel #aka the older keeper of death #he's not even sure if they qualify as friends #he doesn't know how this works #but does lyrin'a even ??? #that's the real question here #if he does it opens some weird doors #those doors will keep inwa up at night

[roses-and-grimoires]

🥀…. a complaint.

"Lyrin'a knows that I am not inked anymore, yet he continues to act as if I were. Honestly, I don't even know what he wants anymore. I'm not sure he even knows either. But it is quite irritating to be around someone who won't even look at you, let alone speak. Would it kill him to say what is actually on his mind? I wouldn't even mind it if he tried to punch me again; at least it would be a reaction."

#afallowmoon #idristan agache #replies #lyrin'a muinvel

[secrets-and-aetherlight]

💭 💭 the the catte!

Yves: “Another young fool who cannot seem to listen and learn from those wiser than himself. I thought him competent once, but his emotions get in the way of his reason. Poorly regulated emotions seem to be plague upon Covenant and Priarch alike, and I’m nearly ready to wash my hands of both.”

Michaux: “Gods, he’s sweet. Much too sweet for his own good, probably. I hope no one tries to take advantage of that tender heart of his.”

#ask meme #replies #rp #lyrin'a muinvel #afallowmoon #thanks for the ask!

[reddevil-xiv]

About: Talia

{𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓼}

Name: Talia Steelvine

Gender: Female

Age: 34 (???)

Species: Half-Elezen Cryptid

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents: A magitek engineer who excels at sniping, and improvisational gadgetry. Frequently involved in the study of aether theory and magic principles for applications in magitek. Quick mind for learning new languages.

{𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵}

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

Religion: Atheist

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

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

Languages: Fluency in Common, Far Eastern, Near Eastern, Fae. Still learning numerous others; Gelmorran, Old Ishgardian, etc.

Family: Mostly estranged from her birth family with only a few exceptions. Found family in Sw'inwa Raen (@daylightrays), and Louvel Roche (@louvel-roche). Bound to the Raven (@thedarknesssings).

Friends: A plethora, some much closer than others. Among them are friendships with Ivan Xemear (@ivanxemear), Okuni Tomioka (@liminal-storage​), Idristan Agache (@roses-and-grimoires), Lyrin'a Muinvel (@hiraethwyl), Silvaineaux Rosaire (@houserosaire), and many more varying friendships with those from @priarch-enterprises-ffxiv.

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual  / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / dating / engaged / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / it's complicated

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

{𝓟𝓱𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵}

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / green (left) / black / other - violet (right)

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot  / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars: Several fine, pale and thin scars on her stomach and down her arms. A scar on her inner right thigh.

Facial Features: Her very mismatched eyes; amethyst purple, and emerald green. Elongated ears marking her half-Elezen heritage. Sharp fangs past painted lips. 

Tattoos: A barbed tail curved into the shape of a heart, with the word 'devil' inside it on her left ankle. Plans to get more eventually.

{𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮}

Dogs or Cats?

Birds or Hamsters?

Snakes or Spiders?

Red or Blue?

Yellow or Green?

Black or White?

Coffee or Tea?

Ice Cream or Cake?

Fruits or Vegetables?

Sandwich or Soup?

Magic or Melee?

Sword or Bow Gun?

Summer or Winter?

Spring or Autumn?

The Past or The Future?

Tagged by: @houserosaire (Thank you!) Tagging: Everyone who hasn't done this yet! Do the thing!

#[ The Devil Within ]

[hiraethwyl]

#lyrin'a muinvel #keeper of the moon #ffxiv #balmung #gpose

[hiraethwyl]

"I'm sorry Kiplo Kop, but we've been over this. You can't just help yourself to the honey because they can't see you. People are starting to think the hives are haunted."

#lyrin'a muinvel #he loves moogles #the shroud isnt haunted #its just the moogles

[hiraethwyl]

#lyrin'a muinvel #keeper of the moon #ffxiv #Miqo'te

[hiraethwyl]

Tempered

#Temper

“There was a time, for a while, after the calamity, where I.. well I was angry, I guess. I can’t say I stopped believing in the Twelve, or that I even outright dismissed them.  But I will say I stopped caring if they were there or not. Because frankly, what did it matter? My world had been taken away from me in an instant. So many innocent people had been taken away, and they had been utterly silent.” “I was angriest at Menphina. My own patron Goddess, the Lover. I couldn’t understand her inaction, when so much of the Twelveswood had burned. The home of so many of her devoted. I could almost hear my family’s pleas to her on their lips as they burned. And for a long time.. it filled me with a righteous kind of rage. Why should I keep worshiping a Goddess who would watch her children die so horribly and do nothing? Why should I care about any of them? Did they even exist? Or were we always on our own, and the Twelve a made up story to make us feel better about being alone?” “... I’m not sure what changed. Nothing, really. The world still burns, just in different ways. There are still countless evil men committing evil deeds. But there are just as many trying to right their wrongs. Disparate individuals struggling to.. to do good. Despite everything.” “It was difficult to go back and re-examine my religion. It was painful. I imagine it has been for many people. Sifting through old memories to pull out pieces of broken faith. We were not a warrior people, but we were a tribe of hunters. We were never strangers to death or hardship. My grandmother used to say the tempered blade is strongest. Maybe that is a Goddess’s answer. Not to why do these terrible things happen, but to what do we do now.”

#lyrin'a muinvel #Prompt 3 #ffxivwrite2022

[hiraethwyl]

foundations

#2 Bolt

It was hardly a clearing any longer. In the time since the calamity saplings had grown up through what had once been carefully tended field. Some areas of brush were dense enough that they housed wildlife, and more than once they’d watched rabbits bolt from the thickets at their approach. But the foundations were still there. The carefully dug pits for fires and intricately laid stone for their tent foundations remained. There were several such little clearings like these in their corner of the Twelveswood, as they moved through the seasons to specific locations and set up their camps anew. Specially chosen sites with just what they needed to make each location home. It had been years since he’d been to any of them. Why would he return to empty clearings? All remnants of his tribe had been burned away except the stones. Lately something had been calling him back. And while he wasn’t sure he could actually even erect a true tent home by himself he could give it something of an attempt. If he could remember how to even go about it. Shrugging the pack off onto the ground, he began rummaging around, pulling out lengths of leather cord. A hatchet soon followed. This was a start. It would take a while to find trees the right size and length, with the right bend to them. But he had time.  Well, he didn’t, really, if he wanted to be honest about things. But if he didn’t get his mind off all the things happening he would go crazy. So he was going to cut some sticks and be productive. At least then he could say he got something accomplished.

#lyrin'a muinvel #prompt 2 #ffxivwrite2022

[hiraethwyl]

change of pace

#1 Cross

It was awkward lugging the backpack onto his back, but after a few adjustments he’d managed to righten the load into a balance he could work with. Normally he would inconvenience Dauntless with the task of carrying anything heavier than his satchel through the Shroud with him but lately he had been foregoing the chocobo’s assistance. And it was being noticed. The grey bird stood at the edge of fence line in Bentbranch, tackless and bored, and once he had spotted a certain Miqo’te attempting to sneak away, annoyed. The former warbird huffed an obvious putt-out breath, before stomping a foot. When that failed to garner the attention he required he gave a frustrated squawk and turned about, trotting off a few paces. Lyrin’a had paused, looking out his peripheries until Dauntless had trudged away, thinking maybe he could get to the treeline before he came back and made more racket. He made it less than a half dozen steps before the bird was breathing on his neck, having simply jumped the fence. He looked down at the flummoxed catte as if to suggest the barrier had merely been a suggestion all this time and he only a very polite gentleman. “You know, the last few times I’ve taken you with me have been unfortunate I’ve just been trying to keep that from happening again.” Dauntless blew hot breath across his face that smelt of greens but was evidently proof of his upset. He rumbled to accent the fact. “Well you don’t have to be so cross about it, pardon me.” Despite the words, he reached up to pat the rock hard beak a fulm from his head, which was then lowered and gently pushed into his shoulder. One large eye peered at him in curious concern. “You really want to go? It’s nothing exciting. But then maybe that would be a nice change of pace.”

#lyrin'a muinvel #prompt 1 #ffxivwrite2022

[hiraethwyl]

release

Inside an ornate wooden box, without frills or announcement, a letter appears. Inside it sits, waiting for the recipient. No date, no name. None are needed.

The autumn season has always made me me think of life. Of the fragility in it. And the finality. But of how cyclical it is too. There is a way of it, I know, but I am mortal and the leaves fall and they always remind me of dying. They remind me of Ahlain.

How the turning leaves matched the warm honey of his eyes. How we talked of growing old together and bickering over tea. How short our time really was. Of how he promised I had his heart. How no one else could…

And I realize now you could never love me that way. Not when your very soul belongs to another. And it was cruel of me to ask you to. I’m sorry I did. I’m sorry for a great many things, I think. I will always worry. You are a man grown and make your own decisions and yet in my own way I suppose I thought I knew better. But I don’t. You are bound to an immortal of rage and rancor and you continue to choose thus. I do not understand and I suppose I am not meant to. Perhaps it is your purpose. And who am I to stand in your way.

And so.. I release us. From whatever this was.

I will pray your presence continues to be the balm for Discord’s eternal ire. And I will pray for you, Vaelanys, that it’s the gentle forever you deserve.

@houserosaire @thedarknesssings

#lyrin'a muinvel #Vaelanys Solepine #Isolvar Ravendarke

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Letters to Priarch

(This definitely didn't come out how I wanted it to because words have been extremely uncooperative this week, but I wanted to write something all the same.

Featuring several characters within Priarch: @punches-and-cream-puffs, @hiraethwyl, @daylightrays, @roses-and-grimoires, @houserosaire, @louvel-roche, and @reddevil-xiv. Abel is one of my brain children.)

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It was meant to be an exercise. A means of putting her thoughts in order and into words. Communication was something that Priarch as a whole truly seemed to be poor at, so this was merely a means towards putting in more effort towards that. Sit down. Put ink to paper. Write down three short sentences describing her honest thoughts. (Three, and no more, because then she'd stumble over her own words.) Say them out loud later. She shuffled through each paper, knowing full well that the last step would be the hardest. The papers would probably just take up space in a drawer somewhere, but it was an effort all the same, she supposed.

Dear Abel,

I know I give you a hard time, but I couldn't run the business without you. You've never put in any less than your best, and I consider you a valuable confidant when it comes to the work. I've never said it, but I should; I truly appreciate everything you do, whether it be taking care of the paperwork or patching me up after a rough job.

Dear Teagan,

I know you often feel like you aren't doing enough, but the "little" gestures mean so much more than you think they do. And you are much stronger and better than you think you are. You shouldn't be afraid to let your voice be heard.

Dear Lyrin'a,

I wonder if you're afraid to wake up, in a way. Do you feel like no one will need you now that Death is gone? I can't speak for anyone else, but I'll always need you; you're my family, after all.

Dear Inwa,

The more I learn about you, the more I regret the way I treated you when we first met. I don't honestly know how you've managed to endure all that you have without absolutely going off on everyone. I don't understand you sometimes, but I do trust you, and I'll do my best to lend a hand if you ever need one.

Dear Idristan,

I understand that you've suffered over and over, and I would never try to minimize that. But I sincerely think your stubborn pride gets in the way of empathy for others, or makes you draw conclusions that aren't true, or makes you twist the words and intents of others (or perhaps, in a way, you feel as though you have no choice but to expect the worst). Still, there is definitely something to be said for how steadfast you are in your beliefs.

Dear Silvaineaux,

You take far too much responsibility on your shoulders. I know that you view us all as your charges, but you should let us take on some of that burden too. Then again, with the way Priarch goes off on each other, maybe we can't be trusted with that kind of responsibility...

Dear Louvel,

I want to go back to being authentic around you; you used to be one of my closest friends, but now I feel like I'm always doing or saying things that are off-putting to you. Also some of your partners are scary and I don't know if something I do might be misinterpreted and cause trouble for you. But I made a promise a long time ago and I intend to keep it, so I won't be giving up on rekindling that friendship just yet.

Dear Talan/Talia,

I still feel horrible for what happened to you, even knowing that there is nothing I or anyone else could have done that would have changed the outcome. I do wish that it was possible for you to entrust some of us with your thoughts, instead of feeling like you always have to hide in faerie. I'm sure I'm not the only one who misses having you around.

Her hands stilled when she reached the last letter, several of the words crossed out or written over.

Dear Self,

I know you're scared. You sass and keep your filters off with strangers because you feel like you've got nothing to lose, but try it with the people you value the most too. You might be surprised.

#my writing #priarch #Abel Imbertain #Okuni Tomioka #Teagan Rhuadain #Lyrin'a Muinvel #Sw'inwa Raen #Idristan Agache #Silvaineaux Rosaire #Louvel Roche #Talan Redwing/Talia Redwing