#Isamu Daito
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#Meli Iliakos#Isamu Daito#MeliWoL#Angel's WoL AU#Scions of the Seventh Noonish#FFXIV#Screenshots#I originally took this for Sea's (Count)Down to Dawntrail#for STORMblood (hur hur)#but I took something I liked better so
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It'd been the delight of his life to show her the beauty of his home. And a memory he disliked greatly now, for it'd become so mingled with horrors that even he looked on the landscape with sadness.
{#AuRaAugust: 19 - Scenery}
#Isamu Daito#Meli Iliakos#AuRaAugust#MeliWoL#Angel's WoL AU#Scions of the Seventh Noonish#FFXIV#Screenshots
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He'd warded off fangs and claws, blades and bullets. And with Imayo's blood soaking into his sleeve, he braced himself and raised his sword.
He'd ward off the dead, too.
{#AuRaAugust: 13 - Fang & Claw}
#Isamu Daito#Imayo Mikomori#AuRaAugust#FFXIV#Screenshots#Scions of the Seventh Noonish#Angel's WoL AU
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“None of us knew,” he said, thumb gently stroking the raised, slick scar tissue on her thigh. “We weren’t there, Meli. How could we know?”
When Isamu lifted his other hand to brush her cheek, Meli smiled, misery darkening her eyes. “I know. But you asked. This is why I told you.”
He dropped his gaze, unable to meet her eyes, and looked at the body she’d bared for him. So, so close to having what he wanted, to having that experience he begrudged Temujin and Estinien, and he... he couldn’t. Not the way he’d planned. Not the way he’d imagined a thousand times.
Isamu’s broad hands stroked gently over her skin, touching each individual scar, noting how the skin was much more slick, lacking all freckles or traits he’d come to associate with her bared flesh. “...Light did this?”
“The aether, yes.” Meli looked at the window, tracking individual raindrops as his fingertips traced the outline of one scar. “I absorbed too much of it, so much it nearly killed me. And when it reached a certain point, it burned me from within.” She inclined her head a touch, pearl earrings swinging. “Alphinaud healed me as soon as he saw the burns, but ... everything was off-balance. He could only do so much.”
The samurai sighed, brow furrowing. He clasped her hips, feeling the warmth of her body, and then pressed a careful kiss to her forearm, angling his head to keep the metal-shod tips of his horns from gouging her. “You said you were tired.”
“I am.”
Isamu nodded, reaching out to pick up the loose shirt she’d discarded. “Let’s take Stefan’s room then. He’ll be out with Michael for hours. He won’t begrudge us a good night’s sleep.”
Meli took the shirt he pressed into her hands. She didn’t ask why as she pulled it back over her head. That response... She’d seen it before. Over and over, every time someone encountered one of the scars on her body. Even before she’d returned from the First with the memory of Light seared into her very flesh, it’d been that way. For all of his careless actions, even Leofard paused every time his hands found yet another scar.
Only two had never hesitated at the sight or paused with those awkward glances and nervous questions.
Only two. Who were gone.
“All right,” Meli said, pulling the pins from her hair to let her braid slip down her back. “Let’s go take Stefan’s bed and sleep.”
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I recall when our tails entwined thoughtlessly as we spent hours in each other's company. An affectionate gesture that neither of us took much notice of, it came so naturally to us.
Now that your tale has pulled away from mine, I will speak aloud my hopes that you gain the favor of the woman who became the center of your world. And I will quietly lay to rest my hopes that one day, your tail would so thoughtlessly twine once more with mine.
{#AuRaAugust: 22 - Tails/Tales}
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He called the kitten his 'chibi tora' and never quite got around to giving her a proper name, which is why she now answered to Chi. Isamu didn't understand precisely how he'd managed to bond with a cat that he sometimes left for weeks at a time with his sister, but he also wasn't about to complain.
{#AuRaAugust: 10 - Minion}
#Isamu Daito#FFXIV#AuRaAugust#Screenshots#My beloved bitch cat was named Chibi Tora Toe White#I miss her
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He’d never discussed his past with the others, nor did he feel compelled to do so. How could they possibly understand that his attraction to the Warrior of Light, to their own Meli, stemmed from having once held a creature of equal beauty and power in his arms?
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Your choice! Is your OC able to build close friendships with people very different from themselves? Perhaps in terms of culture, age or personality?
Able? Absolutely.
Imayo's personal experience taught her to be profoundly lenient in passing judgement on another's actions or speech. She's aware that cultural differences, variations in life experience, personal outlooks, and familial upbringing can make one thing atrocious to one person and acceptable to another.
And she's interested in a wide variety of subjects, so listening to someone enthusiastically explain their expertise sounds delightful to her.
If given the chance, Imayo would put in a lot of effort to relationships to keep her friends aware that she cares about them, thinks of them, is willing to help them.
And she truly hopes that one day, she can build a close friendship. She had one, she still thinks of Isamu Daito fondly, hopes to see him again if he visits her corner of Kugane. Imayo maintains friendly contact with the criminals she provides tattoos and alchemical tonics to, but...
Friendly contacts are as close to friends as she has. They bring her gifts, exchange banter with her, smile when they see her. And they're also... very careful not to touch her too long. To avoid her shadow when it appears on the floor. To keep protective talismans on them when spending time in her presence.
Imayo would love to have a best friend. A close friend. Someone willing to hug her, to chat freely, to not stiffen every time she needs to lean close in order to hear them as best she can.
She's just not counting on ever having that with someone living.
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The Scions of the Seventh... Noonish
Much to Renaux’s disgust, the joking name Eva proposed--back when Meli first gathered the group of them together to face the primal Titan--stuck and stuck hard. Stefan often used the “full title” of “The Scions of the Seventh...Noonish” whenever sending letters to the other adventurers, eliciting laughter from both Light and Michael.
Capricia almost never responded to the letters, the linkpearl chatter, the offers for beverages and casual conversation. She did, however, always show up for the fighting.
Temujin preferred to be approached or referred to as individuals rather than an adventuring group, but whenever Isamu chimed in, he immediately voiced himself as “a Scion-ish.” Eva found it hilarious, signing all of her letters to the others with “Eva Fairdeath-ish.”
After so many years, so many battles, so many near-death experiences, so much blood and sweat, she and Light agreed that a sense of humor was the only thing that endured.
Meli Iliakos -- the Warrior of Light / Main Tank [DRK]
Capricia Vetrov -- DPS [RDM]
Isamu Daito -- DPS [SAM]
Renaux Iseterre -- DPS / Off-Healer [SMN/SCH]
Stefan Nachtnebel -- DPS [MNK]
Michael Gideon -- Off-Healer [AST]
Eva Fairdeath -- Main Healer [WHM]
Jagged Light -- Off-Tank [WAR]
Temujin Kahkol -- DPS [DRG]
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