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There had been an undeniable shift in Meiko since the battle at Ghimlyt. As horrified as she had been at each and every Scion's fall into their mysterious comatose state, she had held out the hope that her brother could figure out how to restore their companions after the battle against Garlemald was won.
He was the Warrior of Light, after all. The real one. The original. Although she, too, had somehow gained Hydaelyn's Blessing after Thordan's defeat, the title never felt like it fit her. She asked the Scions keep knowledge of her role a private matter; a secret back-up plan if necessary.
A back-up for what? For nothing. Nothing, because A'kihiko would never fail. Even his losses were but temporary, and although her contributions were often grouped among his by the public, she took shelter in the anonymity. She was the Warrior of Light's sister. She was a Scion. She didn't need to be any more than that, and never would.
Until that wave of soul-ripping agony at Raubahn's war table was accompanied by the sickening slump of flesh and armor. Until her brother lay at her feet, motionless as the dead while soldiers cried out at Zenos' approach...
Meiko had been confined to bedrest in Ishgard's infirmary for almost two weeks, having nearly succumbed to her injuries in the fight with Elidibus. And when she was not being checked in on by chirurgeons or in a dead sleep herself there was no one to speak with or distract her from her thoughts.
Fear. Frustration. Regret, most of all, not only for what she was helpless over, but for what she had left unsaid. Outside of her brother and the twins, it was difficult for her to approach the other Scions without feeling a measure of embarrassment. Fear of making a fool out of herself in front of Y'shtola, of not knowing what to say to Urianger, and even her early friendship with Thancred had turned vaguely awkward after the loss of Minfilia.
She was always in her own head, assuming that others thought little or ill of her, if anything at all. A well-meaning, troublesome shadow of A'kihiko, who only ever contributed violence and an uncultured point of view, rarely able to keep up with the talk of aether and politic. Truly, she cared deeply for each and every one of them, but never felt she had permission to say so out loud or directly.
It was only as she lay there, bound up in blankets and unable to take a breath without pain, that she bothered to ask herself why. Why, and what did it matter, so long as she knew that the others knew she cared? Why had it taken losing the Scions to get her to see how much she wanted to be closer with them?
She was not A'kihiko. She was not a Hero. But she was the only one, it appeared, who could bring the Scions back to the world that still desperately needed them. No more avoiding the inevitable.
"So what you're sayin' is, if you'd summoned my brother correctly, there wouldn' have been any reason t'call me, is that it?"
It might have been rude to put it that way, but this newfound drive in Meiko had no time to dance around the implications. The Exarch had paused, perhaps surprised by the directness or hoping not to upset their supposed last hope, but eventually conceded.
"That is correct. If both A'kihiko's body and soul would have made it through the rift intact, then we would have proceeded with our plan. Although he does still possess the Blessing of Light to protect him, I did not want to risk his soul being vulnerable to the Lightwarden's corruption."
And although it confirmed Meiko's thoughts of being second choice, she appreciated the Exarch's honesty. It made him easier to trust.
When the time came to decide who she would reunite with first, Meiko of course wanted to run to her brother straightaway; but upon hearing he was working with Alisaie in Ahm Araeng while Alphinaud labored alone in Kholusia, she felt obligated to look after the twin that was on his own. And so she did, and gained a better understanding of the state of the First firsthand.
It was not good. And she found herself all the more distressed by the undeniable similarities she could not help but notice between that region and her home of La Noscea. Even the opulent Eulmore had a air of familiarity around it that just didn't feel right.
Nothing about this world felt right. Knowing how much time had passed since the Scions had arrived here, too, made her ill. But she could not linger on what she could not change.
"S'good to see you again, Alisaie." Meiko had reunited with the Elezen and her brother while they were out on Sin Eater patrol outside of the Inn. Of course, there was little time to really talk as they had to dispatch a handful of the accursed pale bastards as soon as they did.
But they were back at the inn now, and for a moment, they could rest. She had only had a few minutes to hug A'kihiko upon their arrival before he found a new task that needed assistance, but that was fine -- so long as he was alive and well before her, she could wait until they returned to the Crystarium to talk. Alisaie, though -- she was here and unoccupied, and Meiko was going to dote on her just as much as she had Alphinaud when she saw him again.
"I appreciate you keepin' my brother alive in my absence."
#ic.#shadowbringers.#diademreigned#// lol writes 3000 pages of intro#// this is just basically right after the one intro cutscene when youreback from patrol!
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The melody carries a little, as it is made for only one. The humming that follows, soft underneath a hat that tilts just a bit too much. A smile, true and pure — eyes that lock onto one from afar, though it tries ( to no avail ) to appear elsewhere.
Fingers pause, strings silence, and a chuckle that explodes, sending forth rosy cheeks. "I know you're looking Birdie, you don't have to be shy. I wrote this one for you, you know~"
UNPROMPTED ⇢ @diademreigned
It's a pleasant tune that finds it's way through the air to D'lhen's ears, to make the tip of them twitch in delight at the familiarity of the melody. Though the song was new, the fingers that plucked at the instrument's strings were all too familiar for how many times had they been set upon his heart's strings instead?
From the start, A'aven's talents had been startlingly apparent. Bards were common enough, but it'd be an insult to call this man anything of the sort.
D'lhen had, after all, sought out this spot more than once entirely because of his skill in music. Whatever could be better to settle down with when reading a book besides beautiful music?
Haven had not noticed it, he was sure. Not at first, at least. A man as withdrawn and almost abrasive as D'lhen, t'would be hard for anyone to assume that yes, he had come to this spot in particular to enjoy music played by a man with a sweet smile and a gentle demeanor.
But he had. And he did, even still, though now he had learned to tuck himself away, hidden and unseen to escape golden brown eyes, for Aven had long since learned to tease.
A laugh slipped from his lips, bidden by Haven's words. These days, the sound tasted like Aven's own laughter, sweet a sound as it was.
"And whatever makes you think I'm being shy?"
It's uncharacteristic, how quickly Aven is able to draw a smile from him. Blue eyes squint near the corners of his eyes, giving away how right his Haven is, as he always is.
"I hadn't realized you were..." D'lhen paused, stopped and considered the phrasing of words his heart could not capture, could scarcely comprehend. "It suits you more than it does me, don't you think?"
Sweet, beautiful, just like the man before him and nothing like himself at all. Conventionally attractive, certainly, but the rest...? D'lhen was under no illusions, but it was hard to ignore, difficult to deny when Aven was so graciously offering the song to him like a gift he had not known he wanted...
#✧ ▌ in character : d'lhen tia.#diademreigned#❝ diademreigned — a'aven tia.#❛ d'lhen tia － i would cherish every laugh cause you are half of happiness. ⟨ a'aven tia / diademreigned. ⟩#// ooc. these two pickle my brain; they're so SOFT#// ooc. IT'S NOT A LONG THING MY SWEET BUT I HOPE IT'S OKAY
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@diademreigned | Cont. From Here
In the distant past, Artemis would have taken care of her own injuries herself as she couldn’t consistently rely on her own corridors, as inconsistent as they were, to reach her intended destination. A travel-sized sewing kit, some potions from Emerald, and even her own ice magic were normally enough to prevent infection and kept the wound shut.
Now that the adventurer had gotten herself in trouble with several particularly territorial roselets whilst on an errand, she would have done the same had she not forgotten to remove the said items from the bag buried in the Bramble Patch. She reckoned that she had enough gil saved up to purchase herself another sewing kit. Or some guards for her forearms.
After all, she already knew of the Hearer’s tendency to lie. At the Quarrymill, she had witnessed them reject an Ala Mhigan refugee’s request for succor after a similar mishap. She had watched their right eye twitch as they lie through their teeth, saying that they refuse to do their job, using the fear of the Elemental’s as an excuse. Artemis had to choke back her rage and force herself to look away to prevent herself from calling them out.
So knowing that they couldn’t be trusted, she figured that she could try to do the same and was heading back toward Gridania when she bumped into G’raha. Artemis presumed that she appeared worse for wear which prompted the insistence of taking care of the scrapes and cuts leading to the current situation.
The adventurer had meant her words as a jest, a poor attempt to reassure the Miqo'te that this wasn’t too bad. While it is true that there were worst wounds she has endured in the past, but those were stories best left untold.
As the liquid stung as it’s dabbed onto a deep cut, she hisses under her breath and resists the urge to pull her hand away. The adventurer knew that she could use her own ice magic to numb or even close the wound shut, but mentally reminded herself that she needed to keep up appearances.
She’s just a Hyuran girl, aspiring to become an adventurer without her keyblade or magical ability. Artemis can’t even attune to the aetheryte and is barely learning her Eorzean letters.
“No, it doesn’t hurt that much...” Artemis lies then says, “I think that’s the last spot.”
#A New Home [FF14 x KH AU] | Reply#diademreigned#diademreigned | G'raha Tia#injury tw#blood mention tw#i hope this is okay!#queuesicles#she really is simultaneously tying one hand behind her back and shooting herself in the foot here
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“ perhaps i don’t say it enough, but… i’d like you to know that i’m always here, if you ever wanted to talk. ” — from Data to Tataru
EMOTIONALLY INTENSE PROMPTS || Accepting!
Busy, busy, busy. Even with the Scions officially 'disbanded', Tataru often found herself with an endless list of tasks to-do. There was downtime, of course, but she always preferred to spend those moments being happy!
If she were not associated with this particular organization, she likely would have been able to sweep most of her commonplace worries under the proverbial rug and be just fine. But averting the Final Days had taken its toll on everyone, even those who had waited behind on the world below.
She did not think anyone would particularly notice her struggles with her needlework, but also wasn't too surprised when Data made a comment. At his gentle offer, her movements slowed to a stop. Then, head still bowed, she set her work aside.
"Oh, Data, it's-- it's not that no one says it enough," Despite her best efforts, her eyes had already welled up with tears by the time she looked at him. "I know I can go to you or any of the others. It's just -- well." She shook her head. There was no need to explain it. "Thank you. It's still lovely to hear."
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AU idea for Sherlock — *ahem* Brainrot.
Send me an AU and I'll tell you what my muse would be like in that AU | ✿
Sherlock had long ago accepted that he was mad ever since he was young. Impressionable child as he was, Mycroft had always insisted he ignore the childish IMAGINARY friends that he so consistently conjured up, so much so, that Sherlock learned to pretend he didn't see them.
Before they had moved from their old mansion, he had met Jon, a tenacious companion who seemed to attach himself to Sherlock more persistently than the rest. They became best friends, but after his mother's passing, Mycroft took Sherlock away from the mansion Jon inhabited, leaving Sherlock to never see him again.
Imaginary friends were supposed to follow you, weren't they?
Sherlock never once dared utter a word of the things he saw to his brother after they moved. He was, after all, supposed to be recovering from such delusions, the Holmes brothers both fearing that he was his mother's son, through and through.
Yes, all of these phantoms were but conjurings of a sick and weak mind... or were they...?
Curious over seeking the truth behind his mother's passing, it was discovered that perhaps she hadn't succumbed to a simple mental illness. A dairy left behind revealed that she shared many a similar experience as Sherlock: The many imaginary friends she thought to have had, being blamed for the doings of said imaginary friends, and reportedly speaking to thin air when she insisted someone stood beside her.
Further research proved fruitful when the discovery of a special tool that had been gifted to his mother, one left abandoned and long ago forgotten in the attic above: A camera that was said capable of capturing the images of the dead.
It was hard to deny any of it as truth.
Not when Jon suddenly came back into his life, proving that perhaps there was more to the mystery than Mycroft had let on.
Yes, it would seem that Sherlock Holmes was, in fact, his mother's son.
#AU | FATAL FRAME 🌸 Sherlock Holmes#//-BONGO CAT EMOJI HERE- maybe his Ma used to be a notorious spirit medium and channeler and it got her killed one day so Mycroft was like#'nope nah nuh-uh no not losing my only little brother we're leaving nOW--' to protect him and stop him from falling in her footsteps#because HE KNEW Sherlock was just like his mother-- capable of seeing and communicating with ghosts. So he just went...#-Picks up.... YEETS ACROSS THE SEA BACK TO LONDON- But of course Sherlock is nosey af and needs the truth and TADA now he's In Danger™️#because when you invite the spirits and accept their presence... tHeY cOmE fLoCkiNg tO yOu haha c': this was fun to think of...#BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT//#tw death mention#tw mental illness#🌸｡*ﾟ+. QUEUE#diademreigned
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@diademreigned / for Lyna!
"𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃, 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙴 – 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚄𝙼 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂." The Exarch ended their introductions with promises that plans would be made on the morrow, but today she should recuperate. Truth be told, the shock of the situation hadn’t entirely worn off. Eydis stood on the stairs outside the Ocular, staring at the sky. A sky completely different than the one she spent her life under. Who would have thought?
Slowly, her gaze swept downwards over the rest of the Crystarium. It wasn’t as busy as the cities she knew on the source, but it wasn’t empty, either; she saw people strolling along the upper catwalks, or pausing to chat by the Aetheryte. Though they were only dozens of yalms away, Eydis felt as though a gulf separated them. Unable to bring herself to move forward, she stood simply watching the town go by until the sound of footsteps twitched her ears.
“Forgive me. I did not mean to loiter,” she said, as the Captain of the Guard appeared at her side.
“It is just…a lot to take in.”
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@diademreigned asked:
even with all my preparations, we can't be too careful. - from X'rhun to Arya ( elder scrolls starters )
Arya was thrilled to finally be able to train with X'rhun again, to show him how far she had come on her own since having to relearn the magical disciplines, but she also understood that they had to exercise some caution.
Now that she lacked the innate talent for destruction spells that her Nightkin blood had provided her, she could easily overdo it and cause herself or others harm. She appreciated her mentor's efforts to set up a safe environment.
"I understand the risks. But I'm ready, X'rhun!" She clenches her fists determinedly. "If I'm to catch up to our friend, I need to push myself!-- W-With caution, of course."
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@diademreigned asked: [ sling ] sender slings an arm around receiver's shoulder — from Alisaie to Alphinaud she's feeling generous today
PROMPTS FOR COMFORTABLE INTIMACY
It was something that the sibling didn't expect. It wasn't every day that Alisaie went and did an action like that, and he's known her since they were born! To get contact like that from her is akin to a blessing. Neither of them had ever been particular about contact, but given everything that's happened, he doesn't blame her at all.
What they had gone through together was something siblings would never normally go through.
He felt himself calm after a moment, letting out a quiet breath as he took his own arm and wrapped it around her as well. A small smile was on his face, and he pulled her closer to her. "It's been a big day today, hasn't it?"
Another day of being a Scion, another day of helping people.
#diademreigned|Alisaie Leveilleur#diademreigned#Infinite worlds|Final Fantasy XIV#The infinite has answered|Alphinaud Leveilleur Ask Answered#Infinite being|In Character Alphinaud Leveilleur#Older twin Elezen fighting for a purpose.|Alphinaud Leveilleur Main Verse
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A delicate hand plucks the flower from its nest amongst the others. A smile, truthful in all its widening. The flash of purple shifts until it meets the hue of golden, which turn sharply to gaze back.
"Do I detect a hint of a smile there, Emet?" The voice chuckles, free hand moving to rest upon his shoulder. "Having fun, then?"
Saying he wasn't grinning a little while he watched Azem engage with the other group would be a lie. Even among those who didn't deserve it, she always had this knack of seeing the best in everyone she met. Not that he really wanted to be a part of the convocation, but his two closest friends decided to meddle as they usually do and compel him to take the position. After all, it was due of her and Hythlodaeus that he was even chosen to be part of it.
"Perhaps I won't express my view either way. As usual, Hythlodeaus, you and Azem are always dragging me into situations I don't want to be a part of, but here I am because you two asked."
Emet wouldn't say it openly, but he did love it when the two drew him into situations. Perhaps it was because it demonstrated that they enjoyed spending time with someone like him and trusted him enough to help get the task done. It was beyond the white haired man how they continued to see such hope in him.
"And you, Hythlodeaus? You beam from ear to ear whenever Azem is around. Although, we don't see them very often anyhow because of their recent travels."
Emet was a little irritated. Yes, but he never would treat Azem badly or come clean about how much he missed her. Although, it was quite clear that Hythlodeaus could see through his behavior every single time. Slowly, he reached down and took a lovely bloom, then tucked it into Hythlodeaus's hair. Taking a minute, he also took the time to tuck some hair behind the other ear.
"You know it's hard not to smile around you two..there I said it. You happy."
The sunshine was striking Hythlodeaus just right, giving the purple-haired male an ethereal glow. Another smile spread across Emet's face as his hand lingered on the other's face. He wouldn't say it, but moments like this reminded him of how lovely both of his best friends were. He wanted nothing more than to spend eternity at their side because they were what made this entire cosmos wonderful.
"You should wear flowers in your hair more often..they suit you."
#— ❛❛ // EMET SELCH ¦Too weak and feeble-minded to serve as stewards of any star! ・ 「 Threads」#— ❛❛ //Final Fantasy XIV¦I will tell you a tale. A tale of a world on the brink.・ 「 Main Verse」#ooc: I know this is a little shorter than my usual but trying get back into writing again.. hopefully it's okay..#— ❛❛ // HYTHLODAEUS ¦ I would follow you to the end ・ 「diademreigned」
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@diademreigned
As encouraging as Meiko had been in Alphinaud's ability, she did not like watching him depart for Garlemald. Even if Maxima seemed a decent sort, there were too many unknowns to account for; so much could happen between their departure and arrival, and...
And it didn't matter. As different as he could be from Alisaie, both twins could dig their heels into the ground and never be convinced to move if they thought it right. There was no point in arguing with him once his decision had been made.
But she could not help but ache for Alisaie, could not help but see herself in the sister fearing for her brother's safety, while believing in his ability all the same; it was a helplessness that no one could remedy. But at the very least, she could try to lessen the constant weight.
"Fancy a trip to Costa del Sol, Alisaie?" she approached her in the Rising Stones that morning, training chakrams in hand. "Figured now's as good a time as any to start our trainin' whilst we've little else t'do but wait. If you're up for it, I mean. You can keep your linkshell on, o'course, in case there's any news."
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'Tween the tumultuous events of the end of the world and the start of a new adventure came an Eternal Bonding. Celebrated by few in quantity, but insurmountable in quality did D'tykha ( @diademreigned ) and X'kijin join their names. Their eyes are set on the New World, hands intertwined under the names D'tykha and X'kijin Lyzej-Lyrre. April 16, 2024.
#❛ x'kijin lyzej. － gallery.#❛ x'kijin lyzej. － dream in the light; dance in the dark. you fill the spaces inside of my heart. ⟨ d'tykha lyrre / diademreigned. ⟩#diademreigned#ffxiv spoilers#ew spoilers#// ooc. still losing my mind;;; they're MARRIED 🥺#// ooc. blessed to have met someone like Artie at exactly the right time.#// ooc. i have never had someone in my life that i could confide in so quickly and easily.#// ooc. they put so much love and care into their friendships and i adore them and all that they are.#// ooc. my best friends are everything and they prove to me again and again that they're a wonder i barely deserve.
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10. what is the worst illness your muse has ever had?
Sad Headcanon Q's
While this illness never had a name, the worst one would be the one Selena endured as a young child at the Snake's Den in Ophiuchus while she was under the "care" of Master Warden. High fever, severe sunburns [Though unrelated to the illness, it certainly contributed.], loss of appetite, fatigue [from illness and intense training], and the timing of the Heartless stealing the Star's heart and thus ending that world made her believe that her experience there was a horrible nightmare. Then again, it literally was one.
Although I have long dropped the Heads of Hydra AU where the Heartless intervention never happened, that illness would have also cost her her voice and permanently made her mute.
#Lost My Keys | Answered#diademreigned#headcanon#illness tw#abuse mention tw#queuesicles#Thank you!!! <3
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❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜ - from Alisaie to G'raha
Assorted Dialogue Prompts || Accepting!
"Ah!"
There was a reason that the Crystal Exarch had worn a thick, heavy-fabric hood at nearly all times -- not only to conceal the Tower's influence on his body, but to minimize the expressiveness of his very own ears. They couldn't help but pop up in surprise, then somewhat flatten close to his head as Alisaie addressed him, sharp as ever.
There was still so very much tumbling around in his head, having been freshly revived and merged with the memories of an entire lifetime. He had plenty to think about and to say, but regarding her in particular...
"I -- Well. I was wondering whether or not I should consider us to be on good terms," he admitted sheepishly. There was no point in trying to fib his way out of a potential confrontation. Not with this young lady! He resisted the urge to wring his hands out of nervousness, instead taking a deep breath and addressing Alisaie head-on (the Warrior of Light had assured him she would appreciate that):
"You had every right to be upset with the Crystal Exarch for summoning you at such an inopportune time. I also know that you know there wouldn't ever be an opportune moment to cast such a spell. But know that if you bear any residual ill will towards me over the gesture, I promise to work towards making it up to you, and any other in the Scions who may feel the same!"
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🎼
Shakes muses in a hat and pulls out Jon because I'll always love that little shit - or go crazy and pick at random perhaps 👉👈
Send me 🎼 and I’ll answer with an INSTRUMENTAL song that reminds me of your muse | 🌸｡*ﾟ+.
Listen on: Youtube & Spotify ♡
#diademreigned#Jon gets the soft piano with violin in the background 👀 IF YOU KNOW; YOU KNOW#But I like the sense of 'coming to' this gives y'know??? Like... the title is fitting for the vibes#Almost gives 'becoming self aware' energies ✨ hope you like it!!#🌸｡*ﾟ+. QUEUE
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100 IMPORTANT CHARACTER QUESTIONS // accepting
» @diademreigned said: What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? Who has had the most influence on you?
What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?
𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽'𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚈, did it? Only pivotal. And there had only been one thing so momentous as to divide her life into before and after. “The Echo, I suppose.
Upon receiving Hydaelyn’s ‘blessing’, she had gone deaf to the word of the forest, and any chance at the life she always imagined for herself disappeared. A Viera that cannot hear the Wood is Viera no longer. “I would never have left Golmore before it.”
Who has had the most influence on you?
Years later and Eydis still remembered her face. She was an older Viera, with wrinkles around the one eye she ever saw. The other was kept hidden – by her hair, by bright bandanas, sometimes even a simple patch. She never did learn what happened to it. “Her name was Silk.”
“She found me in Dalmasca.” She had been wild then: an angry, bitter, half-starved thing. Maybe it was pity that had drawn her eye; Eydis would never know why, but she had offered her a new purpose, and taught her the ways of the world outside her former home. “Who knows where I would be if she had not.”
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@diademreigned asked: ❛ will you stop doing that? ❜ — from Alisaie to Alphinaud
🐝 * ― 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
"Hm?" The Elezen found himself looking up, confusion in his eyes. He hadn't been quite paying attention to whatever it was that may have just been happening prior to this moment. He had spent a considerable amount of time looking at the plans that the rebuild had been putting into action, and seeing if there was any way they could be improved for the betterment of both sides. Though he didn't recall when it was that he had started, he could gaze and take notice of the fact that the sun seemed to be rising.
"Oh, Alisaie. I was just about finished with this." He mindlessly moved to put his quill down for the moment, pushing himself back against his chair. "Is there something you need? I can take a moment to assist."
He had no idea what was coming to him-
#diademreigned|Alisaie Leveilleur#diademreigned#Infinite worlds|Final Fantasy XIV#The infinite has answered|Alphinaud Leveilleur Ask Answered#Infinite being|In Character Alphinaud Leveilleur#Older twin Elezen fighting for a purpose.|Alphinaud Leveilleur Main Verse
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