#Rhea Amatus

[the-other-blue]

Vierapril Day 4

Danger

[haila-wetyios]

She knew. Of course she did. No parent would leave their child in a deadly zone without so much as batting an eye at their no contact rule. Haila had kept her word, not a single new ever since her exile had reached her. But she was not blind in Garlemald. Or at least, not in the literal sense. The models of her aetherometers were dated and bulky, but they could detect even the strangest of fluctuations. And a giant flagship invaded by Elpis flowers like weeds, and an army of warmachina that she’d spotted long past during her own assignations from Sharlayan were extremely hard to ignore.

But what can she do? Stare at the skies? Recognize that her part in assisting yet another crusade for the greater good has concluded? Refuse to accept that her part in Florus’s mess should have been long done? Had her actions not helped perpetuate this? Putting her own daughter in danger. Letting a fool of a child try to play God once more. The birth of Twelves and Telotwelves.

What should she do? Step out there despite Rhua’s insistence to keep her out? How far could she stay her hand as a parent and let her children live their own lives? They were not pets to keep at the edge of her skirt for their whole lives. But the ramifications of how much of a blind eye she can turn to this before taking action are an absolute mess. Isn’t it time she made a move onc-

“You’re not the answer to everything.” Rhea, her son tells her as he approaches her at their high ground, prime seats to watch the onslaught from a distance.

Ever the calm one, ever the executioner that can stop her when necessary. Haila can only smile weakly in defeat as she turns to watch the town once more. Everyone’s giving their all to survive, and yet the distress beacon was not activated. Which is the message that they’re not needed. And yet… She can’t relax with just that reassurance.

Rhea sighs and boldly reaches over to retrieve the spear off his mother’s back. “I’m taking this back.” he informed her, already fiddling with the spear’s inner contraptions to match his old preferences. “I’m heading out there to their perimeter at least. You meanwhile..” he spoke, already one step short of jumping down their vantage point. “You clear out the blasphemies that could be attracted. Who knows, you might find what you were looking for, mom…”

And that was more than enough. Her part was over. But that didn’t mean she’d just remain in complete obscurity until a new world ending cataclysm happened. Or… until one of her children tried to one up her in madness.

Haila smiled, that same expression of hers of mixed relief and mischief as she nonchalantly approached her son and unsheathed the sword at his side before he had any time to protest.

Rhea could only fumble, stare at his mother in disbelief while waiting for a damn explanation about this insolence of taking yet another weapon away from him.

“What? Surely you weren’t planning on leaving your mother weaponless and alone out here.” she told him with a smirk as she was already starting to head in the opposite direction as him with the sword still in tow. “Besides, I’m about to make a mess big enough to make your sister’s newfound war as the second attraction to blasphemies. Ah but you are right about one thing… Thank you for reminding me..” She stopped, turned to look at her son one last moment before it was back to their new tasks of assistance behind the curtains.

"You're right... I'm not the answer to everything."

[daughter-of-fire-and-dreams]

I just wanted to see what the siblings would look like with their hair palettes flipped

[lettersnorth]

The explosion rends through the sea air, a cacophony of noise and light and in its wake, a massive wall of water barrels down on their ship. It rolls and bucks like a wild thing intent on tossing people free from its deck. Bodies spill into the ocean, quickly lost to one another beneath the churning swell.

Beneath the waves and tumbling in the tumult, Aislinn struggles to sort up from down. Her mind is sluggish, her limbs, leaden with exhaustion, are slow to comply. That overwhelming aetheric display of hers earlier may prove to be her undoing. She makes a bid for the surface but it’s no use, her vision darkens as the ocean steals the last of the air from her lungs and sends it rushing to the surface in a cloud of bubbles. How insulting, to know too late which direction the surface lie.

Rising had hissed as she hit the water, salt in her wound, hazy from blood loss. She manages to break the surface and quickly looks around for her allies.

No Cravendy, no Sosuke, no Aislinn, just Rhea clinging to the capsized hull and casting his gaze around them, looking for the others. 

Just then, she catches a flash of red in the water beneath her and dives back down without another thought, grasping hold of Aislinn and tugging her back to the surface.

There would be no descent to a watery grave this day.

[art-by-hels]

[the-other-blue]

[the-other-blue]

#9 Fair

Do you know sis? The origin behind our names?

It was meant to be an act of mercy, an attempt at forgiveness from mom towards one of the people that ruined her life. 

But I’ve always felt it wasn’t exactly a successful attempt. 

I can’t help but feel that any time she utters our name, there’s a low cursing at the word play she did, and that dad is the only one holding her back from hating it. 

The deadbeat was called Rhae Bhowsu, ironic how fate made it so that you tried to protect her and her idiot bunch. Can’t help but feel slightly bad about her though, understanding someone’s background gives you a better feel of what shaped them, and she just had a bad hand dealt on early on. 

Wasn’t really her fault that her big brother would adapt better to the city, find a job and stay out of trouble, even fall in love outside of his clan. What she could be blamed for though, was getting herself down a shitty path. I can’t really speak for how a sibling should be versus the other one, but then again… Your name might be a wordplay out of love, and mine was the only shitty one out of hate. 

Rhae Bhowsu. Rhea Amatus. 

Meam Rhua. Ruah’a Bhowsu. 

I envy you. Being the center of love. I pity you a bit to be honest, because even with all that love, you were never the closest confidante of mom. Was she protecting you? I know the answer. Not really. 

It’s a frustrated side of me doing the talking. The one that thinks this isn’t fair. That I’m the ‘blessed’ one. You’re the loved one. I’m the trusted one. You’re the sheltered one. 

It’s such a shitty dichotomy. That we were both given something that was supposed to be meaningful for our caretakers, and we turned out so abysmally different in our upbringing. 

Why was I the one with the shitty reminder of a sibling killer? Why am I the only one that can see shit that separates me from the rest? 

I don’t hate you sis. And my standing for mom is still a can of worms despite how much our relationship has improved. I’m pissed off, just like you. But also not sure where to go. 

Believe it or not, I used to be even more pissed off than I am now. If anything, I might as well be an ice cube now, while you’re intent on burning yourself out. That’s all there is to it. 

[the-other-blue]

He knew. Because why else wouldn't he?

Always the one in the shadows, never the one in the spotlight. Yet even with freedom as a blessing, the curse of knowledge was still one resting on his shoulders.

No amount of time spent in the woods, no amount of solitude, and no amount of sharing memories with family would relieve him of that.

Knowledge comes with a price, one that both his mother and sister had also paid for. Yet neither of them had been... "blessed" with the same methods he did.

His isolation wasn't only for want of rest after years of his people being slaughtered. It was to avoid accidentally discovering details and secrets he wasn't meant to know.

Yet... Here he was again. Fighting. Protecting. Wielding a weapon that felt lighter than the weight on his shoulders.

One precise throw of it.

One dive through the aetherial lines left by it.

One swift motion with enough momentum to behead the large creature before him.

......

It fits him like a glove.

The spear is tough, and his movements are clearly stiff (at least to his standards). Too much time idling, hiding, and resting can do that to one's flexibility and muscles. But his armor was different.

He couldn't feel a single section of it creaking or protesting against any movement he did. The cloth wasn't too warm or too cold. The wind couldn't seep through it at the speed in which he could dive and come back out. And the armored pieces weren't crashing against one another, making sounds, or hindering his movements.

It was the perfect fit for him. Simple as that.

And the first time he'd ever worn it.

If a captain, or vice captain of the Crystarium ever wore far better armor than his peers, only to let the soldiers do the work and watch them being slaughtered, he was no better than what Eulmore had become. There is something inherently stupid about that philosophy, that much he knows.

If figures of direction go down, it would only make things more difficult to coordinate for the survivors. He should know, because he'd seen it happen. His captain had died. His squadron had gone into chaos. And Rhea had stared dumbfounded and bloodied as he wasn't the one to resolve a life or death situation but his own bloody mother.

But Rhea's blood refused to let that go, stay alive and in safety and make sure order never falls into chaos. If there was danger to face, he'd always be there, at the frontlines. And he'd do anything in his power to set his fellow soldier's worries at ease. Act like a reckless idiot. Wooo! And what not. Rally everyone while still barking orders for direction. Facing something that could kill you with a scratch wasn't a matter of being reckless. It was a matter of keeping calm and seeing the best paths through at all times.

At all times. And wearing dingy generic armor.

Sometimes the leather could give in. Others he'd accidentally tear away a pauldron. And there was even one where the chainmail literally made it impossible for him to dive and almost costed him an eye. The only commodity he'd ever allowed himself were his weapons. And even then, relying solely on them was a crutch he refused to ever accept.

But now? Where he is standing on his own with no lives on his hands? His body may be heavy, his bones may protest from a lack of action for so long. His blood is taking a moment to warm up. But his armor fits like a glove, and his spear isn't as heavy as it used to be.

But, no.

People will die today. Just none that he knows of or would lament.

Hypocritical to say the least.

Rhua was in there. And his mother was standing on her own before blasphemies. He was just noise introduced into the fight. Just an extra hand to handle these attackers. He was just an executioner doing a side job. Tasting the freedom of not being the one responsible for their doom.

[haila-wetyios]

Like Mother, Like Son

“Two broken ribs, several punctures all around your torso and shoulderblades, an entire specialized wire roll that had a length that could reach the moon used up and left set up in the Shroud. At least thirty trips back and forth to the First. And, most of all, black tips at the end of a very pure white hair.” Haila stated, raising a hand to run her fingers slightly through said white locks of hair. The black was still rather faint, but there was no mistaking it. Three to four inches before the end of the hair tip, a low grey would begin and culminate in black. 

“Did I miss anything?...” she then added, retrieving her hand to focus on the task at hand. Dabbing cotton into alcohol in order to continue cleaning said deep puncture wounds. 

This caused Rhea to immediately wince right away, and that wasn’t counting the shiver that had run down his spine the moment his mother had touched his hair. But nevertheless, he remained quiet as he allowed his mother to keep treating his wounds. Conjury would be a better route for this, but he tended to favor letting things heal naturally rather than abusing aether. 

“...Three shots through the abdomen..” he begrudgingly admitted, much to Haila’s horror. Some things, she figured, had been dreadfully inherited even if barely ever spoken about. 

A concerned mother sighed in defeat as she shook her head, with patching done, Rhea was good to go as he slipped a loose shirt back on. He still had a few bandages over a few gashes over his face. Though he was reluctant to speak much, Haila easily understood as she gently slapped him and pulled over a chair to sit across from him instead. 

For once, she’d skipped formalities as she turned the chair around and sat on it with the backrest facing him. Her arms idly resting on top of it as she stared down at him. 

“When was the last time we had a talk like this in quiet?...” she asked with a low smile. 

“Too long. Years maybe?” Rhea answered after a pause. Despite having always been the one who knew exactly what his mother was hiding, and the one that understood her plans best, he was also the one that spent the least time with her. 

“Unless I count the few times I talked to you while you were… Well…” he motioned towards her. 

Nearby, on the room next door, a few soft baby cries would be heard. It was to be expected when Luma had been left to fend on his own with two babies and a child with a dog. Starlight dinner should be ready soon. 

Haila chuckled lowly. She never felt at unease with her own children. There was guilt sometimes, especially with the burdens both carried now. But certainly no unease when it came to talking. However, Rhea was always a special case in this. Not to mention it was the eve of Starlight, and though the festivities were ones she seldom mentioned apart from gifts to him and his sister through the years, both siblings had come to understand that this was also a period of mourning for her. 

“Did I also trap you in my suffocating bosom like with Rhua?...” she asked in a light teasing tone. 

Rhea simply shrugged at this. 

“I made sure to visit only when you were asleep.”

“Mean child…” Haila muttered with a low chuckle. 

There was another moment of prolonged silence, with only soft babbles and Rohmio’s distant laughs filling the space between them. 

“You lost your kiddie title of ‘Untouchable King’ with all these injuries you know..” Haila suddenly mentioned rather lowly, her gaze looking down at the ground. 

Rhea hummed in response as he too nodded in a subtle manner. 

“Did you manage to see the fireworks from the earlier seasons?...” she then asked. 

Rhea nodded slowly this time. 

Once more, silence filled the space between mother and son. So many things thought, so many things unsaid. As if both were struggling to pick exactly which one to begin with. But in the end, both came out empty handed. 

Somewhere in the bottom of his mind, Rhea wondered if he’d turned out like this because of his father. He was the one that had been too young to forge memories that lasted as long as his sister’s did. It wasn’t to say that he didn’t remember his father at all, no. Quite the contrary. But he was never able to bond with him in a manner that had impacted him as much as his mother. 

And yet… He looked like him the most. And his actions too, were erasing that slowly but surely as well. 

“I… Was mad at you, you know…” he said, opting to finally break the silence and admit to her the things he’d only ever had the courage to say when he knew perhaps only her subconscious was listening. 

Haila’s ears perked slightly at this. Had she known this entire time? It was hard to tell. She’d never changed the way she acted towards him. Not a single time. Not even when she disagreed or was terrified of his choices. 

“I thought I was getting back at you for all the things you’d done and hidden when I decided to become a guard.” he continued, his ears lowering a bit at that notion. It had been childish, and immensely stupid. 

“I didn’t understand the weight of the choice I made until I was out there, fighting, failing to protect, and ending friends that met a worse end.” even he was ashamed of it. How seeing the brutality out in Lakeland had been what opened up his eyes. 

Training in Eulmore be damned. Reading dad’s journals and tips be damned. Listening to Rhua repeat lessons she’d learned be damned. 

And yet… Haila had not told him to not go for it. The one that understood what was out there the most. That she could lose a son the same way she’d lost a husband. Rhea had been adamant and quiet when he made his choice from a young age, and Haila never discouraged him from a path where she was clearly going to lose him. 

“You didn’t understand it back then aye.” she agreed, intertwining her hands together as she leaned back for a moment. Manners briefly coming as she tried to sit straighter. 

“But you were resolute. And skilled. And despite your stubbornness, I did everything I could to help you down that path and protect you. Though..” she trailed off, her smile fading briefly as she looked a thim. 

“Do you think things would have been different if you’d taken all the gifts I made for you each year to protect you from even being scratched?” she asked, the only decision Rhea had ever made that she’d truly been disappointed with. But at the same time, even if she disagreed, she’d understood why. 

Of course, he shook his head. Ready to repeat the same discourse he’d said so many times in the past. 

“A captain having the best equipment out there and staying alive, while his soldiers make ends meet with standard equipment. It would be–”

“Unfair for me to be the only one privileged. And you don’t have time to make specialized equipment for an entire army. There’s no telling which wrong hands could get them if they were mass produced.” she finished for him. Haila then returned to smirk at him, albeit rather softly as her brows were knit with concern. “Anything else?...”.

Rhea merely shook his head some. Sighing in exactly the same manner his mother would do as he raised a hand to his head for a moment. Haila knew exactly what that meant. 

It wasn’t too frequent, but it was still there. The reason why her son kept such a distance from everyone else. Because he’d been the only one to be born with a gift even his mother didn’t have. And though a blessing of light to many, it was most of the time a reason for Rhea to just keep his distance. Because he could ruin friendships, relationships, and even jobs if he was accidentally shown something he shouldn’t see. It had been the same with his mother. He’d witnessed the things she’d done to protect her children. Both in person and through memories. He’d known her secrets sometimes better than Haila herself. 

“What was it this time?..” she asked him gently once she’d made sure that his attention was back to them in this instant. 

Rhea shook his head lightly. 

“Nothing important. Just you reading Rhua’s letter…” he admitted, it had been mundane this time. And he appreciated it. But even then… Things were sour. The thought of his mother reduced to the state that she was. And his sister, defiled by a fiend that had clearly used her for their own goals. It was enough to make his blood boil in the same manner that Rhua’s did. 

“By the way.. I do agree with her. Stop flirting with that Edmont guy.” he added jokingly, trying to stir his thoughts away from more unsavory business. 

Though still concerned, Haila chuckled some. 

“Oh please… ‘Tis a song and dance with him that will remain as old as time. I don’t think you have a say say on who I love.” she told him light heartedly as she went over to pat his head. 

The lightest of smirks flashed over his face. He missed this. Though he wouldn’t admit it. There were several things he wouldn’t admit after all. 

After she was done, yet another moment of silence fell over the two. Though this one was warm, more comfortable than the previous one. This was the one that Rhea would usually settle in without much complaint. 

Though of course, Haila had other things in her mind. 

“I know you’ve recited your old creed about not using any other piece of equipment I’ve ever made for you out there. But you’re not part of the guard anymore. And you’re not fighting sin eaters for your life and the soldier’s lives. So… Would you consider just this time accepting your armor?” she asked him, the last part sounding almost like a whisper. Like a tiny plea for him to stop getting hurt now that he was in charge of his own life and no one else’s. 

“You unfortunately inherited your mother’s recklessness despite playing it down very well until now…” she added, trying to lighten the mood even if just a bit. 

Rhea scoffed lightly, though from his smirk, it was hard to tell if he was serious or not after he spoke. 

“What did I inherit from dad then?...”

Haila though, seemed to give this serious consideration. He’d seldom ever brought up his father after all. 

“Your mental fortitude.” she said at first, catching Rhea’s attention as his ears perked slightly. 

“The strength to be able to withstand the weight of knowledge of things that could make anyone despair. And still carry on while being aware of their normalcy.” she concluded with a nod. 

Rhea went silent at this (as usual). But eventually, he chuckled quietly at that. Though even such a motion also brought a slight wince of pain. 

“I’m sure I’ve almost been crushed by those several times. I don’t think I’m as strong as him in that sense. How strong was he as a soldier? Maybe I got something out of that at least.”

“Sadly even I don’t know about that… I never saw him once fighting out there remember?” of course he wouldn’t remember, but she’d mentioned that much to her children about Rutla. “But he was too honest, too good. If he was similar to my first love, I would have penned him as a healer. Though of course… Only the records might remain somewhere in the barracks if you wish to confirm that someday.”

Rhea shook his head at this. 

“I’d rather imagination do the trick for that one. ‘Tis one of the few things I haven’t figured out against my will.” he concluded. 

Just as the pair was about to continue speaking about a father and husband though, the babbles and cries from the other room became louder. With Luma finally calling for his wife for some help. Starlight dinner was ready but the babies had wet their diapers. 

Haila sighed in a comical manner, shaking off most of the mournful thoughts as she stood up to go assist her family. Just as she was about to open the door that lead to the living and dining room though, Rhea stopped her for a moment. His hand resting on her shoulder briefly as he squeezed it. 

“Tell me or Rhua the whole story someday. Of why you get so sad for the season where you make so many children toys to give away.” he told her, standing rather stiff as he’d moved too quick for his wounds to protest. 

Haila smiled slightly at him as she glanced away from him. 

“Only if you come over for all the Starlight dinners I have from now on instead of being around only because your injuries demand rest.” she told him in return. 

Rhea scoffed some at this. That was the tallest order he’d ever gotten from her. And with his newfound freedom out in the woods… It might be hard to follow. Though of course, that was assuming that he still roamed Eorzea in the coming years. 

Without further ado, both simply took a deep breath before making their way out to utter chaos.

The babies were crying, Luma was stuck trying to save some fish that was on the verge of being burnt, and Rohmio had tripped and was being dragged around by Moogle on a leash. 

As Haila hurried to save Rohmio and then Luma from their own shenanigans, Rhea was left briefly with the babies. 

There was something chilling and terrifying about holding either of them. He loved them, they were his baby siblings yes. But holding a baby still carried it’s own implications from the things he’d been running away from. He had no choice here though, he couldn’t keep running all the time like Rhua was doing (though in her case, he wanted her as far away from here as possible). 

“Ok, ok… What’s the problem you… You little thing?” he asked, hoisting Helia up with both of his hands. He’d learned early on that grabbing Howl would just make everyone go deaf if it wasn’t his mother. 

His baby sister as expected, only stared at him with that same unamused expression of hers. She stinked. She’d definitely pooped herself. But at least she wasn’t making a fuss. Rhea spent a few moments like that in silence in a staring contest with her. 

This. This wasn’t as terrifying as the notion of holding the boy he’d never confirmed if he was his. But it was a step in the right direction. 

Ah.

He forgot to answer his mother’s question. Should he accept all the things she’d built up to that point to help him out there?

“Ah.” he mumbled this time. 

There was a tiny palm firmly pressed against his cheek. 

“Ey, I know I can’t change you the same way your mom does, so wai–” 

The baby just slammed her hand harder against Rhea’s cheek. 

“.............”

“You’re gonna give Rhua a run for her money for worst child.”

[haila-wetyios]

Eyes by dacchus from YCH.

[art-by-hels]

[the-other-blue]

Art by Noryh on YCH.

[haila-wetyios]

Character summary: Haila Wetyios

alias/nicknames: Wetyios, Love, Hels, Mistress Wetyios, Mistress Haven, GILF

gender: female

age: 103

zodiac: ----

abilities  + talents: Haila was practically considered an eminence in the study and restoration of Allagan tech back in the First. Though that was a very hard earned title that she spearheaded through sheer trial and error through the decades she was there. And... luckily for her, the First had more than enough tech to study and look into while having a foot ahead of the rest.

Other than that, her affinity for aether demands to have deep knowledge of aetherology to continue in her chosen fields of study. Knowledge is the best weapon, though if that doesn't work, she's not too behind on knowing how to at least defend herself physically. If all that fails as well, homemade guns are also a good alternative.

alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

languages: Common Eorzean, very decent on Hingan, basic to intermediate knowledge of a now lost tongue of a Keeper clan, and basic Garlean and Allagan. Whether the First had it's own language or not, is something I'm still contending, but I might later update it to being my own true headcanon.

family: Oh boy, here we go.... Big post underneath

Wackwrulf Malurie (Biological father, deceased), Hilde Malurie (Biological mother, unknown), Hyola Malurie (Half Younger sister).

Leofric Wetyios (Adoptive Father).

Rutla Hann (Husband, deceased), Meam Carus Rhua (Eldest daughter), Rhea Meam Amatus (Middle son).

Luma Lee (Husband), Rohmio Lee ("Firstborn"), Helia Lee (Baby daughter), Howl Lee (Baby son).

friends: As expected from someone who has had a long lifespan and also thrown into one problem after another, most of the people Haila knows are either deceased or classified as missing in action. Even more, due to Haila's life experiences, the line between friend and Something More(TM) is almost always extremely blurry. Not to mention that people she considers friends on equal grounds are rare vs the unending number of unwillingly adopted manchildren she now has.

Among those where the line is just a smudge you can't read on your hand are Alexius Dion Edmont and Crific Storm. Both Alexius and Haila have agreed that in a different time, in a different life, they would have probably picked the other. But life circumstances didn't align at the right moment, so now they're just each leading their own life while still deeply loving and still caring about the other.

For Crific, the man is a walking disaster, and somehow she gained a taste for disaster (she is also a walking disaster). The easiest example of what kind of 'friendship??' this is, can be told in a single tale: There is no one who would walk into jail, hoist Haila over his shoulder and walk out the front door other than damn Crific.

As for friends who she considers as 'responsible adults' or on equal ish grounds, there's Sergius, the android that she keeps sending cute hand knit things to. Kazushige, the Au Ra who is on the verge of being demoted to manchild after his latest stunts. Rising, who's kept her spot on her list of 'responsible adults' (for now). Angel (who is also dancing between the line of adult and manchild). Cravendy, who is floating on a strange limbo that Haila still can't define at all. And Aislinn, the only person she trusts will remain as a responsible adult because everyone else is always at risk of being demoted to 'child'.

As for 'unwillingly adopted manchildren', there's quite a few. Among them are: Florus, Riylli, August, Mivo'to, Sosuke and Ino.

sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

relationship: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated

libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent / who knows

build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other

hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black

eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other (Blue and gold/Red and Blue)

skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other

height: TALL

scars: Haila would probably talk of the burn scars she had on both of her hands which is why she wears gloves often. Or the mark right on the back of her head that would make one wonder what exactly stabbed her there and how she survived. But whenever her skin is on display, there's nothing to see of such scars there. The only predominant one is one in the shape of a nasty bite or tear on her right thigh, and even that one is subtle enough despite it's bloody history.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword shield dagger or bow gun|| summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future present

A few songs that remind you of them:

Yoasobi - IDOL (Huge recommendation despite the visuals being far brighter than the usual Haila aesthetic)

KOKIA - Karma

FGO - Koyanskaya's theme

Chainsaw Man - Sweet dreams

Madoka Magica movie - not yet

Tagged by: @snowbird-down (I did the last one you tagged me in with Rhua already!)

Tagging: @pollux-xiv, @riylli, @rhotanored

[daughter-of-fire-and-dreams]

Character summary: Meam Carus Rhua

alias/nicknames: Rhua, Lady Rhua (she will make sure that was your last breath if you call her that)

Technically she presents herself to everyone as just Meam Rhua given the real translation of her full name (My Dear Rhua). And even then, everyone mostly knows her as just Rhua. 

gender: female

age: 40? (Been too lazy to do some math given she started at 37)

zodiac: ----

abilities  + talents: Rhua’s very adept at memorizing things. Thousands of them. And multitasking. This is pretty much the only reason why she ended up as an engineer given how she lacked a lot of preferences during her youth. She also is very, very perceptive of people though. Not to the extent that her mother is, but she can still feel and read others quite well. 

alignment:  lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

languages: I’m on the fence of whether the people of the First have a different language than Eorzean or not. It’s an interesting concept to think of when it comes to her and somehow having pulled off talking in Eorzean with other characters despite having only heard of the language through her mother. But this one is still a huge “???”

family: Rutla Hann (Deceased Father), Haven Hann/Haila Wetyios (Mother), Rhea Meam Amatus (Younger Brother), Rohmio Lee ( Baby “Big” Brother), Helia Lee (Baby Sister), Howl Lee (Baby Brother), Luma Lee (TECHNICALLY Step Father. Rhua will die before considering him that way). 

friends: Sergius. She gets along with almost everyone from the Bellworks. But in the end if one was to ask her who her friends are, probably Sergius is the only name that comes to her mind. If asked personally how she feels about others she gets along with... She’d probably have really weird individual denominations for them instead of ‘friend’. Just like ‘Stupid grandpa’, ‘Senile old man’, ‘Dumbass we put child safety locks on’ and so on. 

sexuality: ??????????

heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

I as the writer am just staring at her, shaking her like an 8-ball asking “What the actual fuck?”

relationship: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated

libido: ??????????

sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent 

build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other 

hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black 

eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other (Amber)

skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other 

height: I don’t remember but she’s average height for female Viera

scars: What little is left of Rhua’s upper left arm is absolutely covered in nasty stab scars and slightly deformed from the infection that followed. She’s not ashamed of this, but is self conscious from scaring any weak stomached people if she has to pull up her sleeve to deal with her prosthetic. Other than that, there’s a very thin line right on top of her heart, one would have to look very closely to tell something definitely happened there. 

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword shield dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

A few songs that remind you of them:

I struggle a lot when it comes to songs because I did not spend any particular time of my life listening to songs with lyrics, so this is all I could scrounge up between non-lyric and lyric songs

RUANN - There’s no ending (Ando Kenn bootleg version)

Itoki Hana/Toby Fox - THE GREATEST LIVING SHOW

Arcane - Dear friend across the river (Samuel Kim arrangement)

FFXIV - The Twinning

Ado - Tot Musica

Honkai Impact 3rd - Moon Halo

tagged by: @tea-and-conspiracy 

tagging: @sergiusreports​ I GUESS SINCE I SEE THE TAG FROM HER DIDN’T GO THROUGH FOR YOU 

[haila-wetyios]

#2 Bolt

The trip upstairs wasn’t too different from the usual. Just a silent tap of boots against metal as a white haired Viera made his way upwards. This particular section of the Pendants was mostly abandoned or repurposed as storage rooms after all. Better quarters with improved living conditions had been built years later, making the old ones rather obsolete. 

That didn’t stop his family- 

No. That didn’t stop his mother AND sister to still prefer this damn section where no one would bother anyone. But it was also a hassle when it came to having to deal with either of them. 

Thankfully his mother seldom ever returned to the Crystarium. Ever since both he and Rhua had cut her proverbial leash off, she’d truly taken to traveling around Norvrandt with barely a single visit a year to return to abandoned grand projects. 

But Rhua on the other hand… 

He felt that if he didn’t check often enough, the damn woman would pass out from exhaustion and not be found until weeks later. Which was the reason for his visit today. 

He spent almost all his time training at the barracks yes, which made it all the more alarming when rumors from the Crystalline Means actually reached his work zone. 

Rhua, the scatterbrained engineer who somehow single handedly filled in almost all the request for repairs and magitek development. Who had not missed a single day or work, somehow taking vacations for upwards of a moon or more?

Thankfully no one had assumed the worst. This had happened right after their father’s anniversary of passing, so anyone would be glad to hear that she took the trip to his grave and then decided to take time off. It was the perfect excuse for no one to bother her and breathe a sigh of relief that she had finally taken her damn well deserved break. 

And that’s what bothered him. 

He knew she would never do that. 

Just as Rhea finally stepped before the door leading to his sister’s apartment, he’d hear muffled cursing as several metallic bits fell to the ground. He took a deep breath, bracing himself to whatever stupid idea she must be pursuing, or if she was so sick that she was working off deliriums. 

But what had truly happened was worse and somehow made the worst drop in the pit of his stomach as he went through the nearly disjointed door. 

Rhua was standing in the middle of her barely adapted ‘apartment’ before a box of fallen parts. Nuts and bolts and tools and debris were spread all over the floor to the point they almost looked like a carpet. What caught his eyes right away though, was the heavy bandaging over her left upper arm. 

Or at least… what was left of it. 

She’d somehow lost a limb, and judging from the bandages starting to turn red, it had yet to fully heal while she worked on her own out here. 

This was exactly why he hated this warehouse section of the Crystarium. 

This damn idiot would surely expire if he hadn’t heard the rumors that she’d taken some time off. 

And yet, even while sweating buckets, Rhua’s first reaction the moment someone came through her door was to throw the screwdriver she’d been holding on her right hand with eerie precision. Thankfully her brother was used to quick reactions, and deflected it right away as it hit the side of the doorframe instead. 

“Oi, what did we agree on drawing the line on trying to kill each other?!” he immediately called out, causing Rhua to freeze on the spot. 

Ah, she really was getting delirious, probably a fever. 

“Shouldn't you be resting with… that?” he then added as he watched her slowly run a hand over her forehead and remain silent. 

Rhua looked apologetic to say the least. The moment she’d realized it was her brother that she’d attacked out of inane pain and frustration, she raised her right hand to hide what was left of her arm. But a wince of pain immediately followed. 

Her brother needed to take a deep breath. 

For fuck’s sake. 

How is he supposed to protect what he loves if nuts and bolts right here is off doing something stupid?

No. 

That was extremely unfair to Rhua. 

She had been the one to ask for his company to visit their father. And he’s declined in favor of patrols. He should have been more careful. 

Rhea stepped over slowly, careful to not bend any of the fallen bits and bobs on the ground as his eyes caught sight of the project on the nearby table. Classic sister, already working on a prosthetic limb to keep working. Or… probably to keep up the facade that she was still fine. 

“How long?..” he asked once he was before her, reaching out with his hands to have a good look at the damage. Even now, she was trembling, both from overwork and pain most likely. 

“Two days..” she answered, still glancing away as she allowed Rhea to see the bloodied end of the hasty bandages on her. 

Exactly on their father’s anniversary. The sight was more grim than what he’d assumed. 

The injuries stretched upwards from where the cut had happened. As if the upper arm had been constantly stabbed at in desperate attempts to amputate it. 

“.......” he was at a loss for words. He knew his way around first aid. But this was beyond what the average soldier would do to avoid turning. 

“You ain’t working anytime soon. We’re getting you to a chirurgeon right away.” he stated. The kind of serious tone that allowed no backtalking. 

Before Rhua could even protest, he’d already raised his index finger to shut her up. 

“You’re lucky mom isn’t coming back for at least another year. But we’re treating this right away. Any fake arm you’re making, you’re not allowed to finish it any time soon. You’re fucking taking a true break and resting. And I gotta take a fucking break as well.”

“But-” 

“No. I’m taking the partial blame for this. I’ll ask you for the details later. And you can fight me later for doing this.”

Rhua fell silent in defeat. She was sure going to start hallucinating soon at this rate. There was no denying it. She’d really been a scatterbrained idiot, going out on her own to their father’s grave. 

Spend too much time in relative safety, and you’re bound to get careless…

[daughter-of-fire-and-dreams]

#3 Temper

Mistress Haven’s children are seldom ever spoken about, but that doesn’t mean that they’re neglected. 

Ah, but then that means they must be just like their mother. Full of wisdom, wit, determination and discretion. Ready at the beck and call of their home, ready to handle even the most complex of issues out there. 

So why then, is Rhua such a fiery nutcase?

So why then, is Rhea a joker card?

Raised under the same environment. Given the same amount of love. Nurtured as much as possible. What was the difference?

It was very simple. 

No amount of nurture and lessons could undo a chaotic child. Especially Meam Rhua. 

No amount of talks and encouragement can change a child’s gift. Especially Rhea Amatu’s. 

But perhaps a thing that Mistress Haven herself would have never thought of, was that her dear love was the one responsible for this. 

“Dada.” a boy who was still wobbling on his steps called out. He was slightly chubby, and his ‘short overalls’ were so big that they might as well be dragged all over the ground. 

“Aww, what is it my dear beloved baby?” a man happily cooed as he picked up his dear toddler. 

Rhea was by all means the quiet kid, but never once did he miss a skip in his ‘point at whoever did something bad’ game since the day he learned how to do it. 

Ah, but there it was, the source of pointing. A very frazzled elderly woman, a drahn to be exact, dragging a little Vii towards the man, his little Vii to be exact. Despite having exactly the same amber eyes, that was the only feature that would tell people that the girl was his daughter. Just like how his white hair would be the only similarity to his baby boy in his arms. 

He was a Mystel with Vii children. 

“What did she do this time?” he asked, ears wiggling a bit to distract his son in a brief game of grabby hands as he approached the poor overworked teacher. This was such a common occurrence that he was probably glad it had been his turn to watch over the kids while Haven was working on his regulator. 

This woman, this poor woman… She had the eyes of someone who had seen hell, and hell stared back at her. Her comical sigh didn’t help as she handed him his daughter’s hand as the only leash that could keep her from running over to the nearest tree to hide. 

“She hit her classmates again! Honestly Rutla, if she keeps doing this, she’s in danger of being kicked out of her class… Whatever did you do to have such a chaotic child?”

Ahahaha…. How many times did that make this week? Three?

Rutla was sure that his apologetic smile was probably edged in his face eternally by now. And that wasn’t because of his sickness getting to him yet. 

After the usual apology and bow and having Rhua hide behind his leg as she also said sorry while pulling at her ears (a weird habit, he didn’t know what to do of it), Rutla finally knelt down to see His Dear Rhua eye to eye. 

“Ok… What brought it this time?” he asked her in a very gentle tone, like an adult coercing a child to admit the crude truth. 

“Thwey called my earsh flohppy.” Rhua answered, already pulling down at her ears once more. At this rate they might as well stay that way. They had turned out too soft to remain as firm as her mothers. 

Rutla grinned some, raising a hand to gently pat his daughter’s head with all the love that a parent has for their child. 

“Go for the ears next time. I’ll let you go for the eyes when you’re bigger.” he told her as calmly and casually as possible. 

“Understood?..”

Rhua nodded very slowly as if she’d learned the best lesson of her life. 

“Good! Now let’s go home!” A very proud father told his child as he took her hand and headed back home with her and Rhea.