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silke-doomflare · 3 years

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Rock Bottom

It had been a few hours since Iris had left the estate. There was a huge gap in her night she couldn’t remember anything of, so she suspected she had passed out. After she had awakened she had headed into The Forgotten Knight, bought a new bottle and staggered on the silent streets while sipping. Iris could no longer remember why, but she had got into a fight with some people. She had been overpowered and someone had had the nerve to steal her bottle. Iris wasn’t been sure had she just spent all of her gil or had she also been robbed during the conflict. Either way, she had no place to go or enough gil to leave Ishgard. Then a sudden realization had struck her: she actually did have a place to go. The one final place. After a long while that had felt like an eternity Iris found her way to Silke’s doorstep. She lived in a block of flats with four floors. Silke’s apartment was located on the third floor, in the second one of the three outdoor stairways. The place was cheap and Iris had often noticed it - among other things - from thin wooden walls and random noise coming sometimes from upstairs, sometimes from downstairs or the apartments next door. If there was one person in the whole world who understood her, it would definitely be Silke. She was Iris’ lighthouse in this cursed sea of pitch black shite. Iris leaned on the doorpost for a moment, trying to pull herself together. Finally she knocked the door. “Si… Silke!” she yelled. “Open the door, it’s mi!”

It took a while for Silke to get to the door. She cracked it a bit, looking tired. Iris saw a very unfashionable combination of a poison green morning gown and pink moogle slippers from the narrow gap. Silke hadn’t even tried to tame her long, black hair, which was hanging loose, partly in front of her face and all around her shoulders. The tiny shiba inu earring she had bought from a fair earlier this year was dangling in her left ear. Iris hadn’t seen her ever taking it off. “Lareine?” Silke asked in a sleepy voice. “Do you have any idea what time it is?” Then she noticed the blood and the smell and seemed to wake up. “Oh dear gods, what the heck? Come in”, she urged and opened the door. Iris stepped in, struggling her way towards the sofa and fell onto it. She was probably quite a sight: covered in blood and puke and the corner of her left eye was purplish blue and swollen. Though she was too tired to care about what she smelled or looked like. “The focker threw mi out… Like I was a damn dish rag he had just used… to wipe his failures off the floor…”, she explained vaguely. It wasn’t necessary to say anything about herself actually wanting to leave the estate. Silke didn’t need to know. The only important part of the story was how she had been thrown out. Silke closed the door and followed Iris to the living room. For a moment she was unable to do anything but stare. “What happened?” she uttered finally. “Have you fought with someone? How much have you drunk?” She was eyeing at her all over. “Oi… do you need a bathroom? How about some tea? Or can you keep it in?” Silke was fussing about like she had never seen anyone in such a state before. Iris leaned on the sofa. She could’ve just listened and looked at Silke forever. She always looked so nice, fancily dressed or not. She also smelled nice. Mostly her scent was ink and old parchment, at times some mild, floral perfume, and sometimes something that resembled awfully lots of gunpowder. “N-no… I kinda… used a bathroom already… Kinda… Might have been yer neighbor’s bush…” Iris wasn’t completely sure. The memories were hazy. “Ya… happen to have anythin’? Some fockin’ ugly pig stole… my bottle.” Silke’s eyes widened the more the farther Iris got in her story. She opened and closed her mouth for a couple of times, trying to come up with something to say.

“Uh, you should know I’m so impulsive I can’t keep any booze in my apartment. Just so that I wouldn’t depend on it on bad days”, she explained while giving an awkward laugh. “And even if I did have something, I definitely wouldn’t give it to you. You’re in need of the damn tea… and maybe at least a bit of food?” Iris could almost feel something snapping inside her head. She turned around to see better Silke standing behind her. “Oh fock yer damn tea… Ya really think some leftover leaves floating in hot water will help mi in ani way?” In some twisted way Silke’s baffled expression made Iris feel good. Silke used such a huge chunk of her time in either school, library or her apartment, that it had probably been ages since someone had roiled her boring and dull life a bit. “Ya know.. Maybe ya should keep somethin’ here”, Iris continued. Now that she had started, she could as well mention about some other things as well that had been more or less bothering her. “Maybe if… Maybe if ya did take a shot or two on a bad day, ya wouldn’t… be so fockin’ boring! Why not take those dirty old books of yer and stuck them up to yer ass?” Okay, maybe that had been a bit too much. What she had said was true, Iris thought, but people were so damn sensitive nowadays and got mad if someone spoke aloud some uncomfortable truths about them. Perhaps she could still save the situation somehow. “Could ya… go to yer sissy’s place and… get some more booze for mi?” Iris asked in as soft voice as she possibly could. Silke had apparently forgotten herself to stare at Iris for a moment again. Her jaw was hanging wide open. Then she finally blinked like she would’ve snapped out of some kind of trance. She inhaled deeply and started to gabble: “Well excuse me, princess! Water would actually help you, since obviously you’ve gotten yourself a big fat alcohol poisoning. It ain’t some rocket science, so even a bunny-eared potato like you should understand such a concept…” She tossed her bangs and some longer locks away from her face, but the bunch of hair only fell immediately back to where it had been. “And I’m sure you know where The Second Circle is located. If you want your damn drinks so badly you can scurry there by your own little feets. Do I look like some damn maid to you? Geez…” Iris couldn’t do anything but to blink as well. For a moment she wasn’t sure what to say. She had hardly ever seen her friend like this. She got up and started to walk towards her, supporting herself by leaning into the couch. Suddenly she noticed a book laying on it, and for a reason yet unknown, decided to pick it up. The cover said something about aether currents, but Iris didn’t care enough to focus more on the thing. She turned back to Silke, waving the book in her hand. “Dat whut I am to ya, sweetheart? A potato?” she asked. “Well, dis explains quite a lot of things! Ya never even see mi! Ya fockin’ ignore mi! Ya have any idea how much I want ya!? And yer just playin’ with mi! And now I know why! Dis damn piece of crap matters to you more than I ever do!” She gave one final look at the book before flipping it into the fireplace behind her back. “But ye know whut? Yer wrong! Ya should be BLISSFUL for someone actually showing interest in ya! No wonder they peck ya at dat school of yer.” Silke just stared in horror as the book flew into the fire. Apparently it took a moment for her brain to process of what was happening. She leapt over the sofa, crouched next to the fireplace and tried to save the tome, but it was too far on the other side of the flames and she quickly yanked her hand away with a sharp “Shiteberries!” Iris followed her struggle, smirking slyly. “…Point proven…” Silke watched the book burning for a while, her back turned to Iris. “Do you have any idea how much those things cost?” she asked quietly after a while. “As a student my income is quite crappy…” She slowly stood up and turned to look at Iris, who could see a hint of red on her pale cheeks. “What the fock is the matter with ya, Lareine?!” Silke started to scream. “I don’t give a damn what you’ve drunk or taken or what kind of stupid drama you have with others but for gods’ sake don’t take it out on me! Oh, and mebbe if YOU drank a bit less and wouldn’t be such a rectum people wouldn’t be throwing you out of places! And you know, I’m rather just by myself and keep sticking my tomes up to my asshole than hang out with a nut job POTATO like you.” Her right hand seemed to be very tensed up and her fingers were frozen into a position like the hand would’ve been cramping. Iris noticed a small flicker of fire in her palm before she squeezed her hand shut, extinguishing the fledgling fireball. “I think you should go”, Silke said numbly. At first Iris was about to turn and leave. Then she changed her mind. She wouldn’t let anyone who had reviled her this gravely go so easily. She walked up to Silke, raising her chin with her finger. Iris was more than aware of her breath smelling like last night, and maybe even the night before. “Dat’s what ya want? Mi to leave?” she asked in a hoarse voice. “And… here I thought you of all people would understand. But it seems I was wrong. Yer no better than the rest of dem… No one in dis fockin’ world gets mi… But how could they? We could have been somethin’ beautiful… If ya did not focking fall asleep on mi!” Iris leaned forward, slipping her hand below Silke’s hair to hold her head in place and kissed her violently on the lips. Silke shivered in disgust, pushed Iris away from her and took a long leap backwards. Suddenly a small, turquoise creature appeared next to her from thin air. Iris didn’t know much about magic, but she had seen them around. It was an emerald carbuncle, the first creature beginner summoners learned to call forth from the other side of the rift. Except that this one was half smaller than they usually were. The tiny thing was barely bigger than Silke’s moogle slippers. Silke glanced at it confused, like summoning it wouldn’t even have been a conscious thing to do. Then she turned back to Iris, her gaze full of disbelief and disgust. Laurence had also appeared from somewhere and flashed his teeth and growled at Iris from behind the couch so that only his head was showing. He had tucked his ears back so tightly into his neck hair they had disappeared from sight, which made him look like an orange, bloodthirsty seal. “You’ll either walk away from here by yourself or you’ll be taken out on a stretcher carried by medics, princess~!” Silke proclaimed. She was smiling like a lunatic, eyes full of tears. Iris glared at the shiba inu staring back at her with a demonic grimace and an ugly, low growl. Even the damn dog who usually lay on her lap on his back, all paws pointing in different directions while she was petting his tummy, had turned against her. Iris turned back to Silke, full of rage just waiting to be released, but once she noticed tears in Silke’s eyes, all of her anger just dispersed. This woman never cried. Never. Or did she? “S… Silke?” Iris whispered, taking just one step closer, rising her hand towards Silke. “Don’t touch me”, Silke said, her voice forced calm. “Do not ever touch me again. Get the fock out and don’t show your face around here anymore!” She strode next to her big bookshelf, started to pull tomes out of the tight rows and throwing them at Iris. “You wanna burn my stuff? Here, take it! And this one? And mebbe this one too?” She giggled mindlessly. Iris gasped as the first book flew through the air. She ducked under it, dodging it barely, only to see more to come. The second and third barely missed her, but the fourth, a large brown one with leather covers hit her on shoulder. She lost her already questionable balance and fell onto the floor. She couldn’t recall the last occasion recently she would’ve been so terrified. “Silke… Silke!” Iris tried to call her. “Sweetie…! Silke, stop it!” Silke kept throwing more tomes at her but she quickly became exhausted. That didn’t stop her, though. “Out! OUT!” she yelled and pointed towards Iris. The tiny carbuncle twirled like trying to perform some sort of attack, but it only managed to create a light breeze that didn’t do basically anything. Silke let out a frustrated sound and started marching towards Iris. She grabbed a broomstick laying on the floor and started blindly whacking Iris with it. “OUT, OUT, OUT!” she screamed. “I’m not your focking sweetie!” Iris crawled backwards on the floor while being pummeled. She tried her best to cover her head, but a couple of swings found their mark. “P-please, Silke!” tears started running freely down Iris’ cheeks, as she curled up under the swings, too exhausted to move any longer. “S… Silke, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” Iris held her head, crying inconsolably, like all the grief gathered during her drunken night would’ve been breaking out at once, her tears washing away her anger. But where Iris had just reached the end of her fury, Silke’s had just ignited. She let out a scornful laugh. “That shite has gotten old already, honey, there’s no point to try it out on me anymore”, she hissed. When Iris stopped moving, Silke threw the broom away and marched to the door. She swung it wide open, returned to Iris and started to drag her along the floor and over the doorstep, grunting and groaning on the way. When Iris was completely on the other side of the door, Silke stepped gracefully over her. “There’s a drunk tank close by, only two blocks straight ahead when you step out of the main door”, she stated coolly. Iris forced herself to look up and was able see the last glimpse of Silke’s teary eyes, before the door was slammed shut in front of her and locked. Million things raced through her mind at the same time. Her head had started to clear up. She saw little Tora, weeping in front of her, covered in her own blood, her beautiful yukata ripped to pieces. She saw Mori, sitting in a corner, cradling what was left of her beloved music stand. And lastly, she saw Silke’s face when she had backed out from her kiss. Tears on her beloved friend’s face. All of her friends. What was she even thinking? Iris looked down at her hands, still covered in blood and who knows what. She got up, and with her legs feeling heavy and her mind even heavier, she started to slouch away from Silke’s door. Not towards the bar, nor the drunk tank. But towards the small cafe in the Jeweled Crozier. She would get a cup of tea, clear her head, and then… She did not know. She would try to fix things. Or at least some of it.

But was it all beyond saving? --- With @iris-ymir :3

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Goretober 2020, day 12 - Horror movie characters

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Goretober 2020, day 18 - Haunted

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silke-doomflare · 4 years

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Meet the character: Silke

BASICS

► Name ➔ “Silke Doomflare. And yes, it’s got something to do with my profession!”

► Are you single ➔ Silke’s eyes suddenly get a bit wider. She blinks, and then purses her lips, becoming oddly interested in the nearby wall. “It’s complicated.”

► Are you happy ➔ “Mm, yeah, I guess I could say so”, she states after thinking for a moment. “I’m studying things I love, my family is safe and alive, I have a handful of people I could consider my friends.. Can’t really complain, although a little bit more gil wouldn’t hurt...”

► Are you angry? ➔ “Well, usually not. Though, at the moment I’m a bit pissed off at a certain colleague of mine who loudly and unnecessarily harshly judged my thesis of pyromancy in front of our professor and classmates. Like, hellooo? You can give critique and still be polite about it, geez…”

► Are your parents still married ➔ “They are”, Silke nods proudly. "I’ve seen so many broken families lately. I feel very privileged… and lucky.”

EIGHT FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “I’ve heard it was the place named Skatay Range. But I can’t remember a thing from it. I was so young when I was taken by slavers. So I like to think Kugane as my real birth place, since I grew up there.“

► Hair Color ➔ “Black I guess? At least it was the last time I checked! In bright light it looks like dark grey, though.”

► Eye Color ➔ Silke leans closer, so that the deep turquoise can hardly be missed. "You have troubles with your eyes or what? I happen to partly know a shady medic from a certain dark alley nearby. Want to know the address?”

► Birthday ➔ “Ninth sun of the first astral moon, I’ve heard.”

► Mood ➔ “Right now? I guess I’m feeling somewhat eager. There’s this new portal we’re going to test out tomorrow, and I was permitted to take part in it. Can you believe that? Usually they’re just like ‘no, Silke, don’t touch it, don’t touch anything’, but this time I’m allowed in. They must’ve finally noticed the genius I am.“

► Gender ➔ “God!” Silke yells and gets on her feet, pointing towards the roof. A long silence follows. “Seriously! Have you ever seen me on a battlefield? Have you seen the havoc I’ve --- no? Oh...”

► Summer or winter ➔ “Agh, such a difficult question. I like both. I like to swim and lay on a soft grass under a tree. But then again I also like to drink hot cocoa when it’s cold, wrap myself up into a blanket and watch the flames of our fireplace or snow falling outside.“

► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Afternoon of course? I’m not even awake before noon… no, wait. I like sleeping as well. Both?”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “Of course I am. If we don’t count the feeling of aether flowing through me while I cast spells and blow things to smithereens, I love most the smell of old tomes, parchment, ink and all sorts of sweets, especially ice-cream. I also love chocobos. If it wasn’t possible to be a mage I’d definitely become a chocobo breeder. Perhaps I’ll become one when my career is over and spells no longer stay in my head. I’ll retire and start breeding chocobos. Yes, a perfect plan!“

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “I definitely do! I fell in love with my dog the moment I saw him. Have you ever visited Kugane? Well anyway, they have these small, orange, pointy eared and curly tailed dogs there in almost every house. It’s like their national dog or something, they’re so popular.”

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “I hate to admit this, but it was him… I thought we were doing fine, but one day he started to complain I didn’t give him enough attention, and that I was studying too much. I mean… how can one even study too much? I don’t get it.“

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “I guess I have. Not on purpose, though! Honestly, some people are so sensitive it’s harder not to break their hearts, geez… What an annoying subject to talk about, anyway.” Silke ruffles her head uneasily.

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “Of course not. I wouldn’t be able to ever become an archmage if I wasn’t dedicated to my studies.“

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Silke’s usually cheerful expression grows darker suddenly. "My sister. We don’t see very often, but when we do, I try to show my care as much as I can. She’s hanging out with shady folk sometimes, and I can’t help but worry at times will she come home or not.”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “I surely hope not! Would be creepy to have someone admiring you from afar, without letting you know. Isn’t that like stalking? It’s only good manners to make yourself known so we can find out do we get along or not.“

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “No, I don’t think so. Or perhaps I once almost did… there was this huge tome - as big as those holy scriptures they have in the cathedral - in a certain old bookstore. The merchant was old as sky and I was afraid they’d close the place soon. And the tome was expensive. I was a lot younger back then and didn’t have much money, and my sister was like ‘no Silke, you totally won’t buy a book written in some dead language no one can read to take more room in your previously cramped room and collect dust.’ At first I was about to leave it at that, but I ended up snitching money from her cache.” Silke grins impishly. “No regrets!”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “I have to choose again? You’re, like, asking me do I like to enjoy nice things existing or actually take them to be mine.”

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “What if I started to ask you annoying questions like strawberries or chocolate? Can’t choose, huh? Huh?”

► Cats or Dogs ➔ Silke falls silent for a moment. “…just when I was yapping at you for silly questions. Dogs all the way! I like cats too, and maybe I would be more of a cat person if my first pet had been a cat. But it was a dog, and there’s no going back!“

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “A few best friends, absolutely. I have both, but I’ve noticed I enjoy the company of my closest friends a lot more. You can do all sorts of crazy stuff with them you can’t with anyone else.”

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Definitely a wild night out! I have romantic nights by myself all the time with wine and chocolate and our fireplace, and I rarely get to go out.“

► Day or night ➔ “I like both, actually. At days I’m studying, and at nights I’m doing my homework.” Silke shrugs and grins.

FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Silke becomes more serious once more. “Like I told you, I was taken from my original home by slavers. Life wasn’t very nice back then. I tried to run, many times. But I was very small and weak, and they were big, strong and fast.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “This actually happened during one of my escape attempts. I was lucky I didn’t die. I still have a scar left.“ Silke lifts her bangs and shows a scar near her temple.

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Freedom. Yes… I think losing our loved ones is the first thing we usually think of when someone asks for the thing we fear the most. But I think losing your freedom would be even worse. If you’re free, you can always start anew, but if you’re being held captive, you can’t do anything. Nothing at all.”

► Wanted to disappear ➔ Silke gives a long look at you and raises an eyebrow again. “Considering the things I just told you, there just may have been such situations...”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “Mmh, both are important, but I think I like eyes more. I’m not a spiritual person, but I still think you can kind of see their soul there. Their essence. If they’re good or evil. The creepiest thing I’ve seen is probably living people with empty eyes, especially those without any kindness in them…”

► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Shorter, definitely. I’m quite short myself despite my heels and I don’t like it when someone looks down on me. Well, most of people kind of have to, they can’t help it, but you know?“

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ “Pff, do you even need to ask? Intelligence, of course. There are very few things that… truly infuriate me… But the one thing I absolutely can’t stand in others is chosen stupidity. Yes, chosen! Can you believe, that there truly exists people who don’t want to learn new things, be it about themselves or other people or the world that surrounds them?” Silke starts to imitate an elderly person, talking in a low, hoarse tone: “Silly girl. If we would discover new things or try them out, we would be in a situation we’ve never been in before.” She bursts into a mocking laughter. “Yes, someone really said that to me…”

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “Relationship, hands down. I’ve had my share of hook-ups.” Silke apparently can’t stop her eyes rolling towards the roof as a protest.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “Yeah, we get along very well. I have some arguments every now and then with my two siblings, but nothing too serious.”

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “Not anymore. It used to be such a mess, though.” Silke lets out an uneasy laugh. “After me and Asagi were adopted, we got our life eventually back together. Despite a few ups and downs it’s been quite stable after that. A place to belong to and meaningful chores do wonders.”

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “No, definitely not. My parents have always been reasonable. Even during our wildest teenage years I can’t remember there would’ve been anything too major…“

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ Silke has some difficulties holding back a sudden laughter. "I got kicked out of class, yeah! Though I still think it was unfair towards me. It wasn’t my fault. It was an alchemy class and I guess I had made some miscalculation with my mixture… I tried to tell my professor I’m not quite sure about it, but he just had to go and push his big head too close to the cauldron.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “No, I don’t hate my friends. If I did, I wouldn’t be friends with them, would I? Some of them have some annoying traits, but... hate? Nah.“

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ "Sadly no… I’ve had some… disappointments. You know, there’s quite a lot of people who seem like they’re good friends, but once you have a bad day, or few bad days, they suddenly disappear and want to hear nothing about it. So weird. I certainly wouldn’t abandon my friends like that.”

► Who is your best friend ➔ “Absolutely Iris. She’s a bit odd sometimes, in a good way though, and her vocabulary is quite vulgar and it upsets some people, but I think it’s hilarious. I’ve never met anyone so quick-witted before. There’s not a single boring moment while she’s around. Oh, and nowadays there’s also this certain miqo’te called Shaura. We haven’t known each other for very long, but just like with Iris, we just clicked right away.“

► Who knows everything about you ➔ “I think my sister might… I’ve tried to keep some secrets from her, like me loaning her gil without asking sometimes, but I think she knows. I have no idea how the heck! I mean, I’m smart, but she’s even smarter… If it was possible, I would like to change brains with her for a day or two. I want to know how she does it.”

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silke-doomflare · 4 years

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Dollmaker

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silke-doomflare · 4 years

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A fateful encounter

Valentione’s day had always been one of Lareine’s favorite festivals, but this year she was somewhat disappointed. After a long, loud argument from both sides, Varg had let her drop her duties at the manor and travel to Gridania. Lareine had asked Varg to join her, but he had stated most of festivals to be just claptrap and waste of time. Lareine had asked Arsene too, but he had politely declined and also mentioned something about jobs undone.

She had never, ever seen either of them having fun! Did they even, ever? If not, how it was even possible? Lareine was certain if one didn’t party hard time to time, they’d eventually get sick from too much work or go crazy without themselves even noticing. She would definitely need some help in softening them, she thought. It took way too much time to do alone.

It was already getting late, but it didn’t slow down the celebrators. Colorful fireworks dappled the black sky and lanterns were kindled. Some of them were sent flying and some sailing. Every place was full of beautiful colors, delicious food and good music.

Most of Lareine’s money had gone to airship tickets, but she still had a couple of gil left. She ended up buying a stick with cotton candy on it from one of the stalls. Where would she get money from to get back to Ishgard? No point worrying about it now. Time to party! She wouldn’t let some stiff old men ruin her fun.

Lareine was wandering around the faire, watching people come and go. Everyone else had someone with them. People had either come there with their spouses, dates, family or friends. She seemed to be the only one by herself.

Like cherry on the top of her jealousy was the damned love labyrinth. People who entered had to go through the labyrinth without straying too far from each other, while dodging moogle traps. When they got through, their names were announced to the cheering crowd nearby, and they also got cute prizes to take home: heart shaped cakes, cookies, pink ribbons, plushies… Gods damn it, what Lareine wouldn’t have given for a pink mammet toy with a heart shaped tuft on her night desk?

Suddenly Lareine bumped into something - or someone, she thought to herself, when she heard another surprised, high-pitched cry in addition to her own. She was too slow to grab a better hold of her pink cotton candy, and she could almost see the horrendous situation in slow motion, as her precious delicacy fell towards the sandy, partly muddy ground. There was a soft thud, and she noticed strawberry soft ice with marshmallows in it, laying at her feet next to her cotton candy. Shocked, Lareine lifted her gaze from the ground to in front of her, and was staring into huge, turquoise eyes framed by ash black, messy hair and round eyeglasses. The otherwise cute, bookwormish appearance didn’t fit at all with long, black, high-heeled thighboots and detailed, pompous looking robe usually worn by archmages. The female viera didn’t seem many years younger than Lareine was. “How dare you?! Look what you did!” she screamed, pointing at Lareine with a pale, petite hand with long, black claws and pretentious, huge ring in its index finger. “Watch where you’re walking!” Lareine inhaled deeply. “Get a new fockin’ pair o’ glasses, four-eyes, and watch where yer goin’! Tha heck ya doin’ ‘ere alone aniway??” she cried loudly with as unattractive voice as she possibly could whatever happened to pop up into her mind. “Yer boyfriend left ya, because yer a such a clumsy fockin’ shite? Ya lost ‘im into da heckin’ labyrinth, ya blind excuse for a friggin’ ‘little miss moonshine?!” They both fell silent for a moment, during which the viera’s facial expressions shifted very fast. First she looked aghast, then furious, then suddenly, distinctively accidentally jubilant, and finally annoyed for letting herself slip. They both burst into hysterical laughter at the same time. Lareine wasn’t even sure what they were laughing at, but she guessed eventually they were just laughing at each other laughing. Finally the viera managed to gather her self control enough to stop giggling and wiped a tear from her eye. Some passers by were eyeing at them disapprovingly, but she didn’t seem to care. “Oh gods…”, she blurted and briefly examined her clothing, probably making sure there was no ice-cream in it. “You sound like a vulture.” Lareine opened her mouth and was very close to start yelling again, but then the viera added, grinning kindly: “They’re my favorite birds.” Lareine closed her mouth, while the viera took a step closer and offered her hand. “Silke Doomflare”, she introduced herself, trying to sound formal, but her huge, beautiful doe eyes and extravagant make-up watered it down quite effectively. They shook hands. “I’m so, so sorry about my outburst”, Silke started to explain, while shaking Lareine’s hand very rapidly. “You know, I’ve had the absolute, worst day ever… actually the worst week ever and this was my first chance in ages to have some fun, and then…” She shook her head. “But you’re absolutely right. I should’ve watched where I’m going. And I mean, pff, it’s just ice-cream”, she made a dismissive gesture with her other hand. “I can just buy a new one.” Finally Silke noticed she had forgotten they were still holding hands, and she quickly yanked it away like she had just gotten electrocuted. Lareine blinked at the fuzzing viera in front of her. A weird sensation washed over her. Was it the suddenly died outburst? Or the huge, pretty doe eyes behind those round glasses? Or this weird girl holding her hand? Lareine had not felt like this since… “N… No, I should ‘ave watched where I go”, Lareine confessed. “I was lost in mi thoughts. It’s been friggin’ ages since my last visit to any public happenin’. Name’s Ir... Uhh... Lareine, by tha way. Lareine Kira.” The name brought a sour taste on the viera’s tongue, but what could she do? Better safe than sorry.

Would it have been inappropriate to shake hands again? Lareine scolded herself for even thinking about it.

“I dink I spent mi last gil onto dat friggin’ sweet, but whutever”, she continued. “I’m gettin’ an overdose o’ sugar o’ dese decorations and lovebirds all over da place anyway.” Lareine put her hands behind her back and shifted her weight from one foot to another. “So.. DID ya lose yer boyfriendo into da friggin’ maze?” Silke stared at Lareine in disbelief, blinked her eyes for a few times and then gave an incredulous laugh. “Honey, please”, she said, while making the dismissive gesture with her hand again. “I’m way too busy with my magick studies to waste my precious time on boys. Besides, they mostly just manage to annoy me. You know, most of them I’ve met…”, she lowered her voice into a whisper. “…have their brain down there.” She pointed somewhere towards the ground. “And I really enjoy the old-fashioned, functioning brain more than -” Suddenly she closed her mouth so quickly Lareine could hear a faint snap. “Oh gods, I sound like a zombie!” Lareine could almost see into Silke’s head, how it was cramped full of old, dusty bookshelves. Silke wasn’t quite sure where things were stored, and when she tried to take something from the dangerously swaying pile, a bunch of others also fell out. “I’ve been holding you back for a good while already, Lareine”, Silke noted finally, interrupting Lareine’s thoughts. “Allow me at least to buy a new cotton candy for you before I go.” “N-no need”, Lareine exclaimed, shaking her head and lifting her hands in front of her. “Like I said, I already ‘ad an overdose o’ -” “Then allow me to give you money for something else you’d like -”, Silke was digging something up from her pocket. “N-no, I don’t wanna -”, Lareine tried to deter. “Take the damn money or I’ll throw it into the nearest lake!” Silke hissed, gently grabbed Lareine’s wrist and dropped a bunch of gil on her palm. The coins were so shiny they looked like brand new. The mage bowed politely and was about to turn to leave. “Actually..!” Lareine cried out. “Ya haven’t been ‘olding mi back, Silke. Quite the contrary! Tha main reason I was on such a bad mood was because I ‘ad to come ‘ere all alone. Tha only two I asked to come wid mi are soo fockin’ busy all tha time, damn married with deir works dey are…” Silke blinked again, looking surprised. Then she laughed. “Are you kidding me? I could’ve said that.” Lareine looked at her curiously, while she continued: “I also asked my sister to come with me here, and she, too, declined - surprise, surprise: because of work! So I came alone.”

They stared at each other for a moment. “Well, if ya insist -”, Lareine started and slipped the coins into her pocket. “Well, if I’m not disturbing -”, Silke started at the same time. They both fell silent, waiting for the other one to say their thing first. A stubborn smile tried to creep its way on Silke’s face. “Show me where the damn cotton candy shop is”, she ordered grandiloquently, while pointing randomly somewhere towards the crowd. “We go there first. And then we go to the ice-cream shop. And after that… hmm, do you happen to like games?”

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #viera #silke doomflare #iris ymir #stories

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umbralich · 3 years

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The disaster dinner: parts 1-8

I heard a masterpost of this RP was wanted, so here you go~

Part 1 - Guests | Part 2 - Drinks

Part 3 - Appetizer | Part 4 - Main course

Part 5 - Dessert | Part 6 - Insight

Part 7 - Meltdown | Part 8 - Conclusion

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With @iris-ymir , @hangedemperor & @evangeline-cross

#ffxiv #ffxivrp #final fantasy xiv #mateus rp #ffxiv crystal #irene d'espair #asagi homura #evangeline cross #arsene dreadeois #ainu wanyuudo #silke doomflare #varg blacksoul #we're physically unable to write shortly #no regerts tho :3c

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the-second-circle-ffxiv · 4 years

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“It’s completely inexplicable, that instead of being interested in secrets and wonders of our world, studying them and someday possibly even traveling to different worlds and galaxies, people rather choose to stay ignorant.”

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #silke doomflare #viera

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silke-doomflare · 3 years

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Apology

Silke closed the door behind her and was immediately greeted by Laurence, who was dashing around the small hallway of her apartment, unable to contain the joy of seeing her again. He was making hilarious, high-pitched sounds that sounded like… well, she wasn’t quite sure what they sounded like, but definitely not like a dog.

Laurence had found a cucumber from somewhere, but he hadn’t eaten it. Instead he kept carrying it around like it would’ve been some precious treasure of his, occasionally offering it to Silke. When she tried to grab it, he yanked it out of her reach. Tiredly she petted him, hoping it would calm him a bit, since Silke was everything else but on a mood for playing.

It had been three weeks since The Lareine Case. Silke had hoped she would’ve gotten over it by now, but instead her pain had been just ingraining into her very being the more days had passed by. She wasn’t certain what hurt her the most: the fact she no longer had anyone to hang out with - and no, a shiba inu didn’t count -, or that her trust had been violated so gravely, or that she had been seen as a mere commodity by someone she had valued highly, or…

Silke shook her aching head while hanging up her cloak on the coat rack. The more she thought about it the more furious she got. What the fock was the matter with Lareine? The fock was the matter with everyone? Was Silke truly the only person in the whole world who actually had brain in her head and not in her crotch? It was completely inexplicable, how full of wonders and secrets their world was, and instead of being interested in them, studying them and someday possibly even traveling to different worlds and galaxies people simply chose to be led by their reproductive organs like a butcher dragging pigs to the slaughter. It was sickening.

“Magick is the only thing I shall ever belong to”, Silke thought to herself, while shambling into the living room and dropping her briefcase on the couch. “It’s the only thing that hasn’t betrayed me.”

Suddenly she froze on the spot. At first she didn’t even realize what was wrong. It took for a while for her brain to catch up. On her bed there was a package - and it certainly hadn’t been there in the morning when she had left.

Silke glanced around but didn’t see anyone. The mere thought of someone sneaking in her apartment while she was gone made her want to punch something. She marched closer and noticed the hastily wrapped package had a note attached onto it. She tore it off and squinted her eyes while trying to read the horrid looking scrawling.

“Hey Silke.

I’m not good at this kind of shite, but I tried knocking on your door several times, yet got no answer. So.

I am terribly sorry about what happened between us. I just had the worst night behind me, yet it did not give me the right to say those things. I was wrong. Can’t wash black into white, but could we try to meet up on the grey area between?

I miss you, Silke.

Saw this dress, and it reminded me of you. So, as I know, you are broke as fock, and I still had some savings left, so I got it for you.

If you don’t want to see me ever again, please keep the dress at least. I’m sure it looks dashing on you.

Make those asses in your class jelly.

- Yours, A hopeless idiot, who threw away, and took a shite on the thing most important to them.”

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv viera #Silke Doomflare #stories #repost from the old blog

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