#Alyse borel

[inviouswriting]

Basorexia

The overwhelming desire to kiss

Change of pace from my angst writing. I do write it well when I write it~

Aymeric x Kiya. Haven’t written them in a while and I should.

Mentions of.

Meeps and Fae’a - @meepsthemiqo​

Shuri and Estinien. - @maiden-born-in-snow​

Something light~

Aymeric had stepped outside his home for fresh air. The previous night he had his own worries to deal with that he did not even entertain the turmoils that bothered the Scions. They were far from his mind, the event that took place in his home required his attention greater.

Kiya had gone into labor, and he did not leave her side for anything, not even the messenger or linkpearl that asked for his presence at the Rising Stones. In his haste he had told them pointedly to not bother him with trivial nonsense. Using his former Ishgard stance to not get involved in foreign matters.

It was foreign for him, dealing with a supernatural being. Kivera, he could never be truly angry with her, he had given him his wife. Who needed him more. He sided with the reaper in her methods, for the fact Cid meddles with things he should leave dormant, while G’raha Tia had cheated death a few times. Those thoughts vanish as he remembers the fresh face of his daughter.

Alyse was finally born after what felt like eight hours of labor. He had stepped out to get some air, he looked dishelved, but a wide smile on his face as he felt the warm sun despite the cold of Ishgard’s permanent winter.

Kiya was wiped out from exerting her energy, when he left her and Alyse, Kiya had protectively held their daughter close to her chest as she slept. A sight he wished he could capture to always remember.

“Ser Aymeric!” Aymeric looks over to see Edmont.

“Lord Edmont! Good to see you.” He had yet to tell anyone about the birth, and Edmont is the perfect first person for him to break the news to. The only other people that would know is Whitecape and the scared messenger he yelled at for bothering him while his wife was giving birth.

“You look rough, the wife?” He teases Aymeric, a wry smile graces his lips.

“Indeed, she kept me up half the night with bringing in our daughter.” Aymeric’s tone is teasing, he sees Edmont’s face light up.

“She?” Aymeric nods, the older Fortemps places a hand on Aymeric’s shoulder.

“They’re both well?”

“Kiya is asleep and so is Alyse.” He answers his question, and starts to lead him back to his home. He knows Edmont wants to see a grandchild. He’d still have to wait a while before any of his other sons marry.

“Alyse? A girl?” He felt a little concern, the first born between them being a girl. She’ll have alot of things to accomplish in the name of her parents.

“Aye, even I was surprised.” They speak more in hushed whispers upon entry of the Borel manor. Silently Aymeric has Edmont warm up by a fire, himself included as they make small talk till he went to retrieve Alyse from Kiya’s arms.

The first noticeable feature Edmont sees is the ears and tail. His heart warmed from both and is grateful to see her healthy.

“She’s miqo, like Kiya.” Edmont remarks quietly, the soft face of Alyse makes him wish he wasn’t so old to have another child blessed to him. As he touches Alyse’s face the infant’s mouth opens wide, in a natural reaction to feed. 

“Be a while before we see her eyes. I wonder whose she’ll have, Aymeric’s or Kiya’s?” 

“Mine. Got a glimpse of them after the birth when she was awake. She already has my eyes, but the same seeker of the sun.” Edmont understood, and brushes his thumb over Alyse’s face touching softly. He felt great able to see a grandchild before he would end up in death himself at some point. 

“Already stunning like her parents, the city will love her.” He is certain, she is bound for greatness much like Aymeric was. He prayed that Alyse doesn’t suffer the vast racism still within the city. She is a mixed, and mixed were heavily discriminated against still.

Edmont hands Alyse back to Aymeric who looks just right with her. Though compared to the elezen men, she was smaller in the crooks of their arms. 

“May Halone bless and guide her through. She should be returned to her mother before she misses her.” Aymeric nods, and goes to give Alyse back to Kiya. He sees Edmont out, giving him permission to tell choice people. He had moogles to deliver letters to Estinien and Shuri about Alyse.

When he is back next to Kiya, he sees odd green eyes glare at him from her nest of blankets.

“You took her from me.” Aymeric almost feels fear from her tone, a little anger in her voice.

“F-forgive me, my love. Edmont.” Aymeric feels sheepish, Kiya snickers a little then winces.

“I only jest, should have woken me up to speak with him.” Kiya felt her body like she had plummeted from Kugane’s tower. Sore in every nerve, her back felt twisted from being bent in a position that helped ease birth. 

“How are your hands?” She asks Aymeric as she sits up enough to take Alyse.

“Sore still, but nothing that won’t heal. I let you rest longer, you were up half the night after all.” Kiya looks up into loving blue eyes staring at her. He looked excited, he looked proud, he had nothing but love directed at Kiya and Alyse.

Aymeric feels another linkpearl message and answers it this time. Kiya gets one herself but chooses to half ignore it.

“Aymeric, we’ve been trying to reach you and Kiya. Is everything alright?” Tataru.

“My apologies for ignoring the linkpearls last night, Kiya and I were unavailable.”

“What had you two busy that you didn’t answer?” It felt like a tease.

“A birth.” Kiya answers groggy and half annoyed. She can almost see the lalafell’s shocked expression. She flattens her ears knowing what is about to happen.

“AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME!?! WHAT?! YOU HAD THE BABY?!” Aymeric grimaces himself at the assault on his ears. Kiya looks at him pleading.

“Miss Tataru, she was in labor, she couldn’t very well answer you.” Aymeric defends.

“I’ll be over soon! I have to see, are they a boy or a girl!?”

“Alyse. A girl.” Another shout of excitement from Tataru.

“Do you want me to tell the others?” Tataru is excited, this was good news after the situation that presented itself the previous night.

“You can tell them. But I am only accepting a few visitors at a time.” Kiya moves closer to rest her head against Aymeric’s shoulder, Alyse had fed enough.

“Will do! I will visit in a few days then!” Tataru excitedly ends the linkpearl to go tell the Scions the uplifting news about the baby.

Kiya eyes Aymeric, and he leans over to give her a gentle kiss.

“You weren’t going to ask what last night was about?” Kiya inquires.

“Frankly, I do not care. From what a messenger at the door said, it was a matter of Kivera attacking Cid and G’raha Tia.”

“She attacked them? Why?” Aymeric helps adjust Alyse between him and Kiya as he laid next to her.

“I do not know why, but from my encounters with her. She doesn’t do it without reasons. My guess they stepped where they shouldn’t have. Let’s not dwell on that for now my love? We have more important matters here. You getting more rest, and me to dote on both of you.” Another kiss on her face, and Kiya turns her head to press one back to the side of his face.

“Agreed. Maybe I should follow Shuri’s example and become a stay at home mother for Alyse.” Kiya muses aloud.

“I would not be opposed to that idea. It means you are here safe, instead of nearly dying fighting monsters left and right, solving everyones problems when the only thing I want you to solve right now. Is how to appease my need to kiss you senseless.”

“What stops you?” Kiya teases him.

“The frailty that has hit you.”

“Frail? Me? Frail? You do know a few elixirs should have me up and running again.” Green eyes look at him with playful intent.

“Oh, so you weren’t pleading to all twelve deities about how you were about to die last night?”

“In my defense. I was in pain. You push another living thing out of your body the way I did.” Kiya’s face darkens. Aymeric presses his face close to one of her ears.

“I much rather push something into you.” His voice a quiet low hum, Kiya hits his shoulder for that one, seeing his devilish smile.

“You are a tease..” She turns her head enough, and Aymeric closes his distance to kiss her full, earning hers back.

“You’ll forgive me, of course when you want to again.”

“Maybe after seeing Kan-E-Senna. She might be able to speed my healing up.” She feels her face flushed. Kiya turns her attention to their daughter for now and lowers her head to nuzzle her cheek to hers.

“Aye, she’ll visit soon after I send the letter. Be prepared for alot of visitors soon. Nanamo will be excited and so too will Krile. Meeps and Fae’a might enjoy visiting too.” Aymeric nuzzles the other side of Alyse’s face feeling the soft skin against his cheek.

“Now, my love. Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

[inviouswriting]

“So, you’ve heard how we are going to have to listen to the new “Lord Commander?” I knew she joined the knights, but making it to Lord Commander? Favortism. We always knew Kiya married Aymeric for nobility.” They were use to the comments on a regular basis. Alyse, only narrows her eyes. She’s use to it, her father tired of it. He knows there is no mistake in his daughter becoming the next one. He sees it in her resolve.

If Kiya had heard what these people said, she would have already thrown fire at them. Aymeric is glad his wife is at home resting from her recent adventuring. He was about to step forward and say something when Alyse raises a hand, drawing his attention down to her.

“Let me handle this, I need to address it sooner or later.” The smile she has can rival his own and he steps back folding his arms to allow her the chance to stand up for herself.

Alyse approaches the group of gossipers, the one in the middle sees her approach and does her best to turn her head away like she was busy.

“Excuse me. You seem to have an issue with me. Would you like to settle this dispute with me in a civil manner?” She offers, her tone gentle and nice. Offering her best as Aymeric has taught her to treat the people kindly unless provoked.

“What makes you think the issue is with you?” A retort.

“Well given how I have heard these taunts all my life, I figured it would be best to handle it now that I am in a position to do so. Or is it the fact that you are still set in the ways of the old?” Alyse’s tone changes, a little more stern.

“I-I do not agree that they would allow a half-breed to run our knights.” There was the venom she is use to. The others around her nod in agreement.

“Hm, odd how you would say that after spending years needing my fathers input on everything, knowing he is a “bastard” by your standards. Who liberated this very place with the aid of my mother from years of tyranny so that your children can run safe in the streets from a dragon hellbent on razing this entire city for our sins of antiquity. Tell me, where would you be if she hadn’t come along? Probably burned to ashes, or crying at a grave for those of the fallen you swear to have respect for.” Aymeric raises an eyebrow seeing his daughter use their history, and his own birth as a pivotal point.

“I, well..”

“Truth is, you do not know. Nor will you know that path because it did not happen. Just as you have yet to see how I will run our knights. Mayhap YOU should pick up a sword for once and step in our shoes.  We keep you safe, yet you slander my name, my fathers, and my mothers. You are also the same people who would pick on Asami. Or any other child of mixed race.” Alyse looks over her shoulder to Aymeric and he nods.

“And what would you change?”

“Everything. Starting with the way we treat outsiders. Our beautiful mixed children that get abandoned in the Brume because they’re not “pure” elezens or hyurs to hide infidelity and those burdened by being forced. My goal as your new Lord Commander. Is to squash down the racism that you all clearly still have years after the Dragonsong War.” Alyse turns on her heel and leaves the woman stunned.

Alyse stops and turns back to look at the group.

“By the way, if I hear you speak ill of my mother or my friends again. May the Fury be merciful after I am done with you.” The ice in her eyes is felt even as her father puts a hand to her back.

“My Alyse, please don’t threaten the public. Would not do for impressions of ill on a Lord Commander.” Aymeric shakes his head, and casts the group his own glare. Not another word from them.

“And would your group not hold your gossip meetings outside my home. I fear for you if Kiya were to hear you without me to stay her hands. She’s rather protective of Alyse, and Meeps’ child. I think incurring the wrath of a black mage would be bad.”

The group scatters, he knows they’ll be back, old habits die hard. He looks at Alyse with a sense of pride in his eyes.

“You handled yourself well, albeit at the end. Refrain from threatening them.” 

“What would you say then?”

“I would leave it at “May the fury be merciful.” They get the gist of it.” They wander back towards the Congregation. Aymeric is proud of her, and knows she’ll do her best to take care of a matter he hasn’t managed to stamp out in prejudice and racism in his tenure.

 He desperately hopes she can succeed where he hasn’t.

[inviouswriting]

Moonfire Festival for House Borel.

Had to include Alyse.

[inviouswriting]

So you could live.

A bit... no quite angsty.

some spoilers in shadowbringers.

Let’s just get to it.

Hecate.

“You may not understand now, why you are never to remember Amaurot. I paid a price, and that price was those memories. I hope that you remain happy, I hope that you have found love as I wished you did.”

“I only knew loneliness. Everyone around me had a significant other. Or someone they thought special to them. I did not.”

“What I had instead, were books brought to me. Those were my comfort. Those were my loved ones. Nabriales never understood, and never tried.”

I dreamed of a world where if I could live again. I’d never want a single memory of this life. Sadly, that day came true.”

“I remember her eyes, they were green and full of tears. Yet she didn’t look the type to cry...”

 “She gave you her name, so that this one could be forgotten. It should be forgotten. As the person that bore it is. I don’t think the others would remember Hecate, but they’ll remember Kiya.”

“I took an offer, so you could live.”

“I live to remember. Kivera shot down every advance to learn of you. Even friends won’t tell me anything. They tell me it is for the best.”

“You are wrong, there are those who knew you, there are those who had loved you. Even when you thought no one did. I can’t remember you, not all of you. Only your name. A name should never be forgotten. It is why I’ve named my daughter. Alyse Hecate de Borel. So that your memory can live.”

“Hades had said to remember us. So I remember only enough. If there was a way. To show what this life that was spared gained. Family, honors, beloved souls, and adventures to last lifetimes and ongoing.”

“Aymeric doesn’t know where I picked the middle name from. But I chose it so you live.

“May your spirit live on in Alyse. Just as Minfilia lives on in Ryne.”