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[razi]

[crimsonfluidessence]

Prompt 30: Two Heads Are Better Than One

Esredes' heart dropped when he approached the remains of the village. The blizzard and hail combination last night had left more damage than he anticipated- roofs were caved in or full of holes, the very foundations were blown to the side or partially collapsed, and while it looked like no one had died, they were all huddled around fires shivering. Everything looked absolutely and utterly miserable.

"We're going to have to put aside the week to repair this," Esredes said to the little group he'd brought along. He'd thought it would be enough just to have a trusted circle of Mythirel, Marcelloix, Heilyn, Vette, Fiachna- whose sister Niamh had also decided to come, to which Esredes only reclutantly allowed- and Marchand was there too, he supposed. The man had technically joined them, and he might make himself useful on this task. But even despite these two uneasy allowances, as Esredes surveyed the extent of the damage done to the village their movement was taking shelter in, it was not near enough to make quick progress. Oh, they would all be suffering the entire week.

"Maybe I can convince a couple more people to come out here," Esredes said with a sigh as he tapped his linkpearl. Elouan was not a member of the movement proper, but he trusted him with this affair at the least. He explained the situation over the pearl to him and luckily, just as Esredes anticipated, he agreed to come right over and help.

"Let's get to work in the meantime," Esredes said. "I'll call over as many of the movement as available as the week goes on. With luck, we'll have this all functional by the end of the week." For now, he sent Fiachna off on that messenger task and got to work with the rest of the crew. Marchand made himself useful hauling the supplies and materials they did manage to bring along as well as those too injured to move around properly, while Heilyn got to work repairing the damage, even though it quickly became apparent it wouldn't be enough. Vette kept the campfires roaring and otherwise provided heat to the villagers who weren't lucky enough to be blooded with fire, melting away ice and snow that was in the way of them making any progress. Esredes tag-teamed with Marcelloix to haul and assist with the basic repairing he could do, transforming frequently to help hold things into place for others to nail down or get people and materials onto the roof.

The little group worked away for a couple hours, and had barely made a dent in the work. A couple little houses looked in better shape now, but far from finished, the debris from the storm to clear out seemed endless, and they didn't have nearly enough materials to keep at this forever. That's when Esredes heard his name with a familiar cheerful voice, and when he turned around his heart rose and dropped in equal measure. Elouan had showed up, as promised, along with Fiachna making his return. But with him he'd brought an entire crowd of others. Andromeda, Mercer, Aloysia, Ryousei, Majalis, Leigh, Alvere, Fuyu, Kainen, Azarah, Alastor, and for some reason even Ross who Esredes barely remembered the name of were all there too- along with an apparent delivery of more supplies, with a note from Adel saying they were from an anonymous wealthy source. And to all of it, Esredes blinked several times in a row. This village was confidential. It was private. The last thing these people needed was for their peace and solitude away from Ishgard to be disturbed by outsiders who could come back and mean them harm- No, no. Esredes, for once, quieted the thought as it came. These were not loyalists or outsiders, these were his trusted friends and associates that had come to help. A smile came to his face, and with it, the work continued.

Andromeda was familiar with handling housing in the cold- Shiva bless her country Garlean origins- and immediately helped lead and assist the rest in where to repair and bolster the damage done to the buildings, as well as having come with more materials of her own, and putting that magitek of hers to heal the injured with Fuyu. Mercer was good with lifting the heavier things and hammering, but he also got to work fixing broken metal. Meanwhile, Ryousei was on watch duty, surveying ahead to be sure the area was clear of any actually unwanted visitors who could try and bring the entire place down. You never knew even in this post-war world. Majalis and Leigh were focused on distributing supplies to ensure everyone remained warm and fed, Leigh coming with jarred foods and spare blankets, and once that was done Majalis moved on to assist Fiachna and Niamh with repairs. Kainen used his Dragoon jumping to more easily move materials around. Azarah and Vette both assisted Aloysia and Rossignol with getting a pot of soup going for everyone, a combination Esredes couldn't voice his protest to until it was too late. Aloysia insisted the vague, mushy concoction they had made tasted good, but Esredes wasn't about to trust it for a moment. Fortunately, Vette, Alvere, and Leigh came to the rescue, adding in the right ingredients to make it palatable.

By the time everyone settled down with the soup, the progress had made leaps and bounds compared to where it was at before backup arrived. And with the promise of more people coming tomorrow thanks to Fiachna's messaging, it looked like they might have this village fully functional again by the end of the week indeed. People settled in, villager and helper talking to one another around bowls of soup, exchanging ideas and learning about each other, and with the multiple sources of fire the cold Coerthan night felt warmer than it would have all alone. Esredes closed his eyes. All of this reminded him of when they had worked on the Firmament together- but that had been everyone, and for the whole good of Ishgard. This? Coming out to help him and his so far away from the center of Coerthas? He couldn't help but smile, and something in his active mind slowed down. Perhaps he needed too many reminders that the people around him were to be loved and trusted, but moments like this kept his hope alive for the future. He didn't dare think that someday soon everything would end, and this could be the future he lived in. Yet ever since the end of the world came and went, he'd also felt like something had really changed, and this sight was yet more proof of it. The future, as always, remained cloudy, murky, and uncertain- but as the group settled in for the night to get back to work tomorrow, everything felt at ease in the world.

[noorulhasan786]

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[alluluhtents]

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[drmajalis]

I see people elsewhere comment about how "polite disagreements are healthy to debate" but I just want to put my foot down on one thing.

Whether pineapple belongs on pizza is a debate, and someone saying they are not in favour of it is a disagreement. Whether trans rights are human rights is not a debate, and someone saying trans people should not have basic rights, even if they do so with all of the decorum and politeness in their words, is not a disagreement. It is violence.

[onxob]

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[geopsych]

The lilacs are all but finished but a new sweetness is in the air, lily of the valley. And don’t worry, when I bring it in I put it where Bridget can’t reach it! I know it’s poisonous.

[samirafee]

#MAY LILY OF THE VALLEY be the REASON for the RETURNING of HAPPINESS🤍🌱

@samirafee

[soliloquyjewelry]

Lily of the Valley Vials and Domes. My odes to my favorite flower. 🖤

[khi-one]

[hilumbarren]

Convallaria majalis

(Lily of the Valley)

(Image by Curtis Williams from the Flora londinensis, 1777)

History and Etymology: The common name of this flower is said to be originated from the second Song of Songs from the Hebrew Tanakh. Although every part of the plant is poisonous, it has been noted to be used for medicinal purposes several times throughout history.

Flower Symbolism: The most common meaning of this flower is "return of happiness". Sometimes there's more positive meanings tacked on, such as humility, love, and general happiness.

Fun Facts:

Lily of the Valley is known to have a sweet smell, so it is used in perfumes often.

Some other common names for this flower are Mary's Tears, Our Lady's Tears, and May Bells.

There are several subspecies of this flower, and some which are specifically bred for their appearance. There are some pink variations, and even some where the plant produces double the amount of flowers on the stem.

Sources Below

Image: Flora Iodiniensis History and Etymology: Lily of the Valley Wiki, Song of Songs Wiki Symbolism: Dale Harvey Meaning of Flowers Index Fun Facts: Lily of the Valley Wiki

[razi]

[crimsonfluidessence]

Prompt 9: Lend an Ear

It was a cold night out in Empyreum as Esredes began to make his way home from a bar outing with friends, smiling to himself as the idle joy of the evening stayed with him through the streets. The wind was blowing and the snow was coming down lightly, but though he drew his coat closer to himself, Esredes didn't particularly feel the cold seep through him.

That was, until a familiar sight made him stop in his tracks. Sitting on a bench just up ahead was a hunched over figure Esredes had come to recognize anywhere by now. Another Elezen man who held his head in his hand while covering his face, both elbows on his knees and a flash hanging from fingers that threatened to let go of it entirely. His eyes were unfocused on the stone in the ground, and most tellingly, he didn't have a coat on. The sight felt so uncannily like history repeating itself to the harrier, that he couldn't help but be seized by momentary panic, fast-walking over to stand directly in front of the bench. "...Alvere?" His coworker didn't even look up at him. His gaze fixated on his boots and his face twisted into a petulant frown. "What." That single word was slurred, and his voice came out drier than normal, barely audible even more than usual. Perhaps Esredes had a complicated relationship with the Inquisitor and unresolved feelings, but each time he saw him like this, in these pathetic and vulnerable states, all he could feel was his heart aching and the protective urge to correct the problem take hold of him. "Alvere." He put his hands in between his legs and bent down to try and make eye contact. "It's snowing. Do you have a place to sleep tonight." Alvere still didn't look at him. He looked away to the right. "Yes." "So you're not out here again because you're homeless. I was worried for a moment. ...Something else just as bad must've happened." "Not homeless yet. Maybe. Don't know." He shrugged only one shoulder, shaking off the snow from it. "...Good eyes." The sarcasm dripped from his voice.' "What do you mean don't know." Esredes sighed. "You'll probably go to your office again, but worst case scenario, you already know where I live. What's going on, Macaire?" Ever since Alvere had told him his middle name, Esredes felt like using it in select circumstances. "Do not call me that." His eye finally snapped up to Esredes as he snarled that out, his pupil wide and colored by the red around it. "Why." "Why what?" "Why do you care?" The man continued to slur out, the copper in his mouth more than pungent from Esredes' relative distance. "What confessions have you?" Spoken like a true Inquisitor, before he looked to the flask and took another drink. Esredes opted to watch him do so for a moment, letting the air linger in silence. "Because you do." He said. "And because she did, but that wasn't enough by itself."

He took a seat next to Alvere on the bench. "You look like you've aged twenty years in one night. Talk to me. Tell me something." "Something." He said with a bitter edge, smushing his head against his cheek in the least elegant fashion. Esredes smiled a little, but Alvere continued. ".... Told you once, I envy you. Meant it. Would trade places in a heartbeat, if you wouldn't go nuts as an Inquisitor." Esredes glanced off at the darkened sky. He let Alvere's words linger over him for a long moment, stewing like in a pot of boiling water.  "...I don't blame you." He finally said. "Everything I have is going to wither and leave me to die alone just the same. But witnessing a rose's beauty even in its short life isn't fun. And I know you'd take the hell of the shadows for what it's worth in stride." He looked back to him. "Why do you feel lonely again, Alvere?" ".... I tried to make buuz. Wanted to make it. Share it. Liivi taught me." His lips wobbled, his shoulders curved in, and he sunk. "That's the uh... the dumplings, right? Like the noodle place had." Alvere nodded his head vigorously. "Sounds delicious. What happened?" Esredes scoots a little closer, tilting his head at him. "Made them. Not perfect, but good. Good filling. But... no one tells you, your house isn't yours. Kitchen isn't yours. Ruining people's night because cooking's their job, and you wanna make buuz." He gripped that flask tight. "I didn't get to eat them." Esredes squinted. "...Someone got upset you wanted to make food for people?" Alvere nodded, wordlessly. "That's... you make food all the time. That's just what you do. That's your thing. One of your things. A lot of people cook. You do it because you love it. It doesn't matter whose job it is." "Her kitchen. Not mine." Alvere's jaw tightened, and he grinded his teeth again. "...I got mad. Forgot. Called petulant." He nodded vigorously again, staring at Esredes with a look bordering on devastation. "It was one night. Just wanted buuz. But she- claimed she could make them better. Because, paramour. Maybe she could, but not mine. Liivi made those. Showed me. Liivi might be dead and that is all I have. Buuz. I didn't get to eat them."

A fat tear fell from Alvere's eye. Esredes' expression grew into an ever more concerned frown, and there it was. That ache in the heart. That natural pulsation which longed for that the world said wasn't allowed to be. "...That's just baffling." He offered to his words. "I don't cook. I don't know shit about cooking. And even I can tell how much cooking means to people who do it. Two people don't make a dish the same way, regardless of quality." He inched closer to Alvere. "...Tell me about Liivi?" "Xaela. Good warrior. Was Arliana's bedwarmer, though, never told him that. He loved her. She didn't." He frowned, looking down. "First friend, after... everything. Then he went home, after Arliana. Said he'd come back." "And he never did." "Liivi does not lie." "I don't know much about the ways of Xaela. Maybe he has a lot of tribal obligations on top of trying to process her wickedness. He could be dead, but that's also not necessarily the only explanation. A lot of dead people in my life end up showing back up in the strangest ways." "Mhmn." Alvere bowed his head, staring at the flask. And then, he let it go, and it fell into the snow. "Always make an extra buuz. Even if it goes to waste. Wanted Majalis and-" His breath caught. "...Vallenaux. Wanted them to try it. Was gonna spar him. Owe him one. After dinner. I was hungry." "Why didn't you get to eat it? Alvere, have you eaten...?" "Not hungry." "Just please try to get something in before the end of the night?" Alvere didn't answer him. "Or else I'll draw a shitty portrait and hang it in your window?" Esredes smiled. That got a snort out of the other man, followed by a hacked-out laugh. "Scare you?" Had it scared Esredes, the war-torn man, to see a painting of Alvere in his All Saints costume hanging outside his window? "You can't prove anything." "Heh." Alvere lifted a hand to his throat, massaging it. "It scared you." "How much gil did you spend on painting yourself in a costume, Alvere."

His brow knit together at the question. ".....Don't remember. Got plenty of it." His smile fell away. "...too much." A tightness thinned his lips, and his hand fell away from his throat. Esredes' smile dropped. "...Alvere?" Alvere was staring at the ground again, his fingers touching the missing finger on his hand and then digging into it. "Do I look like a Lord? Lords do that. Drop gil on a prank. Too much gil." "Alvere, I brought three friends and myself to an overpriced seafood opening and got shitfaced drunk. I'm making a point about how much -effort- you put into that." "Wanna be shitfaced drunk. Just normal drunk, though. Hard to sober up from shitfaced, and Laudine will worry." "I'd rather you don't wake up with me sleeping on the futon like I had to experience. So let's pride your self control, all right? Majalis and..." He hesitated. "Majalis is a very flexible person, from what I've seen of him. I think he'll understand." "Not drunk because of Majalis. Like Majalis. Though waiting." "What?" "Hmn?" "Though waiting on what?" "Oh. For him to hurt too. Or leave. Or both." "Ah. I see." Esredes looks out at the street, sighing. "...Yeah. I know that feeling all too well. It's the worst, isn't it?" "Mmn. Tell you, they don't wanna hurt you. Knowing it will." His lip began to wobble once more, and his face tightened up. "Im so tired." "You should be. One thing I notice in the process of being left constantly is, it's not always you. People who hurt cut themselves off from everyone but make you out to be the problem when you're not. And I know it's not, that simple, with people like us. But... you do learn to at least better spot, when it's a transaction and when someone actually sees you. Even if they can't see all of it." Alvere's expression shifted, and he wrapped his arms around himself. "...It hurts." He said it so softly with his ruined voice. "But my hurt doesn't matter." Once more, Esredes felt that painful, hurting ache. "...I think it matters." He said. "Why do we talk to each other instead of trying to kill each other, Alvere? How did all of that start?" "Dunno. Still think you'd try to kill me, so. Dunno." "It's because you were visibly hurting." Esredes said. "You were -feeling-. You were being a person. You were being more than you were allowed to be. And that had significant meaning. It's something I look for, to figure out who people really are." "... I don't get it." "I'm trying to say that was the point you demonstrated being human. By hurting. There were other, smaller ways before- but it was significant. It's easier to connect to peoples' fabrics if you know how they hurt. ...In the emotional sense, I mean." "... I hurt a lot." Alvere was somehow the stupidest and most intelligent person in one. Even drunk. "You do. Mutually. We both know it's all the worst for people like us. We've said so many times by now. We couldn't have come to that understanding if you didn't hurt." Alvere's gaze went to the ground, and his arms tightened further around himself. "...wish it'd stop. I try. I try and try and try and it's never enough. Lied to. Mocked. Bullied. Feared. Hated. Sick of it. Tired." "I hear you. It's been like this your whole damn life, and it never stops. It just keeps changing form. And you're allowed to accept, that it feels like gods-damned shit. But for what it's worth, I know you're trying." I care about you. I hate to admit it, but I do. "You don't always get it right, but you have grown. So much. From each mistake. In a way that I personally find... hopeful. Hopeful on a scale that extends beyond you." "Don't say that." Alvere bowed his head. "I will fail you." "Why do you think so?" "Always do. How it goes. Im used, or, I fail them and they leave. Expectations too high. Failed as a Lord. Failed as a lowborn. Knight. Only good at being an Inquisitor. What has that earned me?" He gestured out ahead of them. "Lies. Lies, and lies, and shit."

Esredes squinted. Oh no. He suddenly knew what this was about, and it wasn't just buuz. "...What happened to Majalis and Vallenaux? After this incident?" Alvere opened his mouth to talk, but abruptly snapped his jaw shut. "Did they just... leave?" "... yes. Met with Vallenaux, later. Or earlier. Don't know. Later than buuz. Before," he gestured to the flask still lying in the snow. "Did something happen?" Alvere just pressed his lips together. "...I see. You had the same reaction." Alvere just frowned.  "I can't bring myself to like that man. He is driven by impulse. I have told him, time and time again, to think, to stop making everything about himself, to stop getting people hurt. And that was so long ago now, and yet, nothing has changed. Nothing. And constantly crying and apologizing won't fix the cycle being so endless." Alvere looked away. ".... him and Reinette. Apologies, but not for me. His hurt." "He got emotional, didn't he? Rash, and emotional, and he cried and said it was about you, but it was about him and what -he's- been through?" "....Not entirely." He stared down at the ground. "....Confessional. After seeing the buuz thing. Told me he did not wish to hurt me. Lies." Alvere's shoulders sagged again, his expression haggard, worn, and far too old for his years. "Always." "He told me too." Esredes offered. "You're not alone on how this one feels." Alvere shot Esredes a look immediately. "You knew?" "I tried to ask him a couple simple questions. And he confessed. And I tried to tell him about all the people who were being hurt by this. But does he truly listen? No." No, of course not. Why would he listen? A man who denounced Esredes years ago suddenly wanted to talk to him again, as if he didn't know who he was, and he turns out to be a fake. A random man from the Shroud impersonating the original who died a while ago. Alvere's entire expression crumbled. "I trusted him." The words came out softly. "Was gonna make buuz for him. A friend. My friend." Next came a choked sound, clawing its way out of his throat. "He knew- he knew what happened. Told me anyway. Couldn't... couldn't keep it for one more day. Then didn't wanna hurt me? Didn't want to hurt me?" His laugh was a horrible, choking sound, and he buried his face in his hands. The sight made Esredes frown. This wasn't the first time he'd seen Alvere vulnerable, of course. The last time he'd sat out on a bench like this, he had been kicked out of a house. There was the time he told Alvere his beloved had seen the best in him even after finding out his true, shadow Inquisitorial nature- that had made him truly break the first time. And just as he did those times and more, here he stayed, trying to find the right words to say to his drunken coworker. "...Yeah." He settled on. "Complete bullshit. That's all he's full of. Bullshit. He's some unknown anomaly from elsewhere choosing to be someone he isn't. There is nothing to him. There can't be. And for that, I can't feel bad for what happens to him. He's nothing. And it's not fair you have to suffer for your trust like that. Not at all." Esredes reached a hand out... and lightly patted his shoulder. Alvere let out a sound like a sob and leaned into the touch slightly, his frame trembling.  "Not nothing. Was a friend." He dug through his hair, tugging at the strands. "It hurts. Every time." Esredes went ahead and rested the hand on Alvere's shoulder, to which the man leaned in harder.  "...You're allowed to just let it hurt." He said next. "Who wouldn't? I didn't like him, so it didn't hurt as much as it did piss me off. But it hurt in a very different way, instead." He let out a low and pained sound from deep within his chest. "I can't. If anyone else... petulant. Childish."

Esredes moved his other hand to Alvere's far shoulder and gently pulled him into a lean against himself, looking out at the buildings of Empyreum as the man slumped into the half-embrace without hesitation. "We're not operating by the rest of the world's rules in this moment." He said. "We both know what we are. Forget about everyone else. Just be, for a while. Whoever Alvere is, be him." Alvere was still digging his fingers into his hair, face unseen. "I don't-" he tried to say, but his voice cracked and he fell silent. It lingered over both of them for several moments before the word could be forced out. "-Know." "I figured you don't." Esredes said. "In a lot of ways, I don't really know who Esredes is either. If he really exists, if he died with that knight, so on. It's hard to figure out when so many pieces of you die and haunt you, others get smashed together or painted over for everyone's viewing pleasure." He paused for a brief moment. "I don't imagine Alvere is the man you keep mourning. But I don't think he's all those shards of glass people stabbed you with and embedded into your skin, exactly, either. He's still forming a mirror out of shards of glass, for now. But he's trying to form, and that counts for something." Esredes patted his shoulder twice, watching as Alvere's body shook and shivered. A pained sound came out of him like that of someone sliding a knife into his belly. "I cannot bear it," he said. "I sympathize." Esredes said. "For as fucked up as I am, I don't know what it's like to go through what you did." He patted his shoulder some more as he spoke. "I don't truly change. You... hold on to some things, no matter what. And by gods, it's not an easy fight. Especially alone. But I've said it before and I've said it again. By the gods, I want you to win, Alvere. I desperately want you to be strong enough, in the end. So, I mean it. Just feel. Don't think too hard about it." "Stay." The word was barely audible from the other man at this point. "Please." "I'm not leaving." Esredes held Alvere a little tighter. "I will stay right here, until you want me to take you home. All right?" With a nod, Alvere leaned into that partial embrace and fell completely silent, his hands still covered his face. Something told Esredes he wouldn't get to see it again tonight.

But he made a promise to him, and he kept it. He stayed with his shivering coworker until he could manage to get him up from the bench, retrieving his flask in the process. Since that night, neither had spoken of it again since. Esredes wasn't sure how much of it Alvere remembered at all, or if he'd truly registered any of his words- but he didn't try and ask, either. He'd simply opted to leave that moment at its place in time.

Perhaps they were a harrier and an Inquisitor, even if they had both once been Temple Knights. Perhaps they fought, and argued, and yelled at each other, threatened to leave only to find neither could, and found some new understanding in the hesitation. But each and every time the other showed themselves like this, all of it washed away and didn't matter.

They always stayed with each other, in that unspoken, small world shared between the monsters the world shunned away. That, at least, they had between each other, and always would, as long as they kept trying to make things work.

[kararadaygum]

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[cheesebrainz]

Kehtoni hauta, hautani paikka Erämaan viimeinen on

[drmajalis]

Don't feel bad about girlrotting, because from rot, new life can emerge You may girlrot today, but tomorrow, you girlsprout, and girlbud, and girlblossom Into the beautiful girlflower you are