#WOL: freis kisne

[jackidy]

FFXIV Write Prompt 11: Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Pairing: Magnai/Freis Characters: Magnai Oronir, M!Viera OC Warnings: Endwalker Spoilers, continuation of Envoy Rating: T Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Summary: "You should tell them, if you haven't already." It feels like he's fishing for answers but how can he be blamed, this would be the final nail in the coffin of moving on from the au ra. Whatever the answer, it would be a kindness compared to this limbo he's been trapped in for what feels like centuries.

"I've tried, he's just incredibly stubborn and angry with me."

[AO3]

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The surprise attack on Camp Broken Glass had left him on edge, everyone really, but the disappearance of his sister had only amplified it all. Freis can't help with the methods used to give the Garlean's their free will back so he'd taken to looking for Raina, hoping she'd simply been knocked out in the snow somewhere. 

"I thought I told you to fuck off!" 

His patience is already frayed with worry, the arrival of Magnai insisting on following him around like a lost puppy was only thinning it more. "You nearly died in that battle, I'm not leaving you be." 

Freis twitches. Who was he to be concerned for him? He who had discarded him so easily after leading him on for months and now he was worried for him? This was a cruel joke, even for Magnai, and he had no desire to play along. 

"I don't need you to protect me." He spins on his heel, prodding the other in the chest to emphasise his point further. Their height difference has never been more apparent, neck at an almost painful angle to glare up at him. 

A gloved hand takes his, an affectionate gesture that leaves Freis floundering. "I know, I just want to." 

No. This is wrong. Freis pulls his hand away to little resistance, feeling both elated by the confession but even more wary. He had to be logical about this, whatever he still felt for him didn't matter when there's no chance of reciprocation. 

"I'm sure your N'haama will be most pleased with this dedication when you find her."  

Freis knows it's not him. Magnai craved a dainty wife who didn't argue and Freis would never be that. He's brash, argumentative, stubborn as a fool and combative. The way he'd ended their joke of a relationship, screaming that his position as Khaghan would be ripped away from him and how he would be there to watch every minute of it, was proof of that. 

"I already found him." 

Him. 

Magnai said him. 

Hope blooms where it shouldn't and he hates that it does, swallowing thickly to try and smother the feeling before it overwhelms him. Magnai was direct, he'd have told him if it was him, man seemed unafraid of rejection seeing how he faced it constantly so why, if it truly was Freis, would he be so reserved about it now.

"You should tell them, if you haven't already." It feels like he's fishing for answers but how can he be blamed, this would be the final nail in the coffin of moving on from the au ra. Whatever the answer, it would be a kindness compared to this limbo he's been trapped in for what feels like centuries. 

"I've tried, he's just incredibly stubborn and angry with me."

"What did you do to piss him off so much?" 

"I broke his heart." Freis opens his mouth to say something only for something to catch the other's attention, turning to find an all too familiar figure walking through the snow, axe in hand. "Isn't that…" 

"Raina!"

The relief of her form overshadows the discussion with Magnai, racing towards his younger sister only to notice far too late the murderous smile and the swing of her axe.

[twilishark]

Sigrid, Frances and Garde

Had a lot fo fun making up the Kisne sibs parents, I really must do more with them ahhh

Really wish I could ahve made them look older, they’re supposed to look in their 40s

[bluesailsandcalicotails]

Freis Kisne, a pleasure. Probably?

Art gift for LegendofWes ft their Viera WoL Raina Kisne, introducing her 'little' brother, Freis, to my WoL.

We were memeing after the male!Viera news came out and the speculation they might be shorter than the female version. Though whether they're tall or short, we'll be vibing with our headcanons! /cheer

[jackidy]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 6: Ring

Pairing: HienWOL (Hien/Raina) Characters: F!Viera WOL, Male Viera OC, Lyse Hext, Hien Rijin Warnings: Stormblood spoilers, pre/post LVL 70 quest Stormblood Rating: T Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Summary: Freis had simply laughed at her in the teasing way he always did, clearly knowing more than her but never intending to share the joke with her, sighing contently as he remarked that she truly was an oblivious idiot.

"I won't be oblivious if you tell me."

"Oh but where's the fun in that."

[AO3]

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It starts with a carving of a spriggan, rough and imperfect, Raina having accepted it with enthusiastic but bemused thanks. She offers tips on how to improve, the little details missed to the encouragement of the gifter who listened with rapt attention, hanging onto every word. 

Raina sits Hien down before Daffodil - the giant pet spriggan she'd had for years - talking with passion about the teeth, the gems they carry and the purpose for them. "Are you even listening?" She asks, frowning, catching the Lord of Doma looking at her instead of the subject matter. 

"You have my undivided attention." She frowns, squinting at him before continuing her lecture on spriggan anatomy, now more than aware he was looking at her more than Daffodil. 

The next one is better, more accurate, a gemstone held aloft in its wooden hands, large enough for her to need both hands to hold it. How long did this take him? Should he not be focusing his attention elsewhere? Hien didn't seem more tired than usual but also he'd never been busier since they'd returned from the Steppe. 

She still doesn't fully grasp why he's doing this, they were already friends, weren't they? The hyur was yet to provide gifts for the other Scions, so what made her so special? It wasn't the Warrior of Light thing, was it? 

Upon receiving more spriggans, ranging in sizes but never bigger than the second, she asks her brother. Freis had simply laughed at her in the teasing way he always did, clearly knowing more than her but never intending to share the joke with her, sighing contently as he remarked that she truly was an oblivious idiot. 

"I won't be oblivious if you tell me." 

"Oh but where's the fun in that." He laughs, coy smile on his lips, quickly stepping away as she reached to grab him. "Perhaps he just thinks of you as special." 

So it was the warrior of light thing after all, Raina sighing as she looked at the collection of critters Hien had made for her. Yugiri and Gotsetsu had praised this man so much and he was simply gifting her carvings of her favourite thing as some strange hero worship. 

She feels like she's wilting under the Ala Mhigan heat, the heavier aspects of her gear abandoned to the side as she kept to the shade waiting for the next order of attack to come through. 

Returning to Gyr Albania had given her time to think over the Hien situation more clearly. He was a handsome man, that much was obvious, dedicated to a fault, funny and enthusiastic. The effect he has on her is confusing, she's drawn to him but the weirdness with the gifts was strange and off putting. 

There's a sloshing noise, something cold pressing into her hair and it makes Raina blink, thoughts of Hien gone as she looked up to the intruder. It's Lyse, waterskin in hand looking a mix of amused and concern at whatever expression Raina was wearing. 

"You'll end up with frowning tan lines if you keep that up." Lyse laughs, Raina smoothing out her face before shrugging. She's sat in the shade, she's unlikely to burn here even with skin as fair as her. "What's up?" 

"Does Hien actually like me or do he just give me gifts as some weird form of hero worship warrior of light reason?" 

The look on Lyse's face is one of stunned silence. Was she expecting something more related to the current state of affairs? About the mission to drive the Garlean forces out of Gyr Albania and take back Ala Mhigo? 

"You're so oblivious it's painful sometimes." Lyse rests her forehead in her palm, frustration on her face before sighing and doing the breathing exercises she did to calm herself. Whatever Raina had failed to realise had been a point of frustration for the other, the viera waiting for context as Lyse seemed to internally fight with herself over something. 

She finds her answer soon enough, seeming to wait until Raina was drinking before speaking her conclusion. "He's been trying to court you, Raina." 

Hand shoots to her mouth to keep herself for spitting the water out, swallowing thickly as the words settled in. He was gifting her hand made carvings of her favourite thing as a show of affection. It wasn't weird hero worship. It was affection. 

She can feel her cheeks burn feeling flustered by both how wrong she had been and the gesture of it all collimating into one. She's a fool. An idiot. The definition of oblivious. 

No wonder her brother had looked so humoured everytime a new one was gifted, he'd known all along and was taking joy in watching her struggle to understand it. 

"You are so lucky that man is so determined because anyone else would have given up by now." 

Lyse is either oblivious or uncaring to Raina's inner turmoil, hands on her hips as she regarded the viera with minimal sympathy. She had to make him something back, do some form of gesture. He's spent months now doing this, never giving up despite her less than amazing responses. 

Oh gods, she had criticised the first one he made. 

She's absolutely mortified. 

"Star to Raina, you in there?" Lyse asks after time has stretched on in pure silence, leaning to the side slightly before jumping back as the viera turns to her and yells in panic. 

"I…I have to… FUCK!" 

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It's not her best effort, a mixture of limited resources and working off of memory combining together to try and make the gift before Hien returned to the east. She hadn't had much time to think of something, having already done one gesture for the other that had yet to be revealed or noticed. 

The new weight on her ear was easy to get used to, tapping her foot nervously as she waited for her opportunity to present the gift gripped tightly in her hands. Curry buns shaped to look like namazu, three in total with a range of ridiculous expressions upon them. Happy, shocked and unconscious.  

Present him with food, tell him to have a safe journey, say goodbye. Three steps, she just had to do three steps and she could stop being nervous about all this. What reason does she even have to be nervous? She had no reason to doubt what Lyse had said to her about it, none at all. 

"Oh, Raina, I hope we'll be able to see you again in Doma soon. Hopefully under better circumstances." 

She jumps, fumbling with the box of food she'd made for him before catching it, smiling nervously. Smooth. "I would like that." Raina offers at first before clearing her throat, pushing the food forward. "I made you some food for the road, you mentioned curry buns once and I thought you might enjoy them."

It's like witnessing the sun, his grin near luminous as it reached his eyes, his enthusiasm near infectious as waxed poetic about the food. He forgot himself, it seems, no longer an alliance leader but a normal mam enthusiastic about the simple gift of food. 

Poll 9 9It's then he notices the earring, a small spriggan dangling from large hare ears does any hope of him regaining composure left the window.

[jackidy]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 1: Envoy

Pairing: Magnai Oronir/Freis Kisne (Male OC) Characters: Male OC (Viera), Magnai Oronir Warnings: Endwalker Spoilers, exes communicating Rating: T Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Summary: But nothing good ever lasted forever for him and Menphina seemed to take sick pleasure in his misfortune.

[AO3]

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The gods were mocking him. 

What other explanation for this was there. Steadfast in his promise that he would follow his sister to the ends of the star post her return from a light drowned world, Freis had never expected to find him here too. 

Avoiding Magnai had been easy at first. His bitter rivalry with Sadu wasn't hard to miss, a constant noise in Camp Broken Glass that drowned out the near constant hum of ceruleum production and usage that was inescapable in the desolate snowscape. 

But nothing good ever lasted forever for him and Menphina seemed to take sick pleasure in his misfortune. 

Freis at first attempts to ignore the sudden presence beside him, the familiar smell of the steppe, the warmth that radiated off him like he was indeed descended from the sun. The fact part of him is still longing to show the former Khaghan even a slither of the affection he still regrettably held for him. 

"What?!" Anywhere else he'd have shouted but not here, a low hiss that was barely heard by any bar himself and the auri man before him. It was bad enough the entirety of the Steppe had bore witness to the explosive end to their fallacy of a romance, he didn't need the rest of Eorzea privy to it. 

Magnai doesn't move, doesn't even flinch. Freis is giving him the purest form of his vitriol and, still Magnai just stares at him like he's seeing him for the first time all over again. "Your hair… Is this normal?" 

Freis frowns before sighing heavily, blowing strands of silvery white hair from his mismatched eyes. He'd avoided Magnai so ardently the winter between their split and his sisters arrival that it was unsurprising he wouldn't know of this. 

"During winter, or when the temperature dips below a certain level, my sister and I grow winter coats." He explains simply, hoping it was enough to quench the other's curiosity of why orange and browns shed away to white and greys. "It's warmer, better for camouflage."

"Can I touch it?" 

It's asked after a moment, Freis untrusting of his voice to not shake as he nodded, thankful for at least the request as opposed to the other simply touching him.

He's thankful Magnai doesn't comment on the hair tie, the yellow cloth the Oronir had given him some years ago, bracing himself for the inevitable touch of his hand. 

Magnai is gentle, glove resting on the table beside their food as tanned fingers played with it. He's missed this, he's loath to admit, memories still fond of when he'd do this on lazy summer nights, when it was too humid for any other form of intimacy. 

Freis forgets himself, relaxing into the touch, ears dipping with relaxation as he let out a pleased hum. The memory of them has never felt so near, like it had never truly left. 

"It's like moonlight." 

Despite the affection laced words it hits like ice water, the illusion gone as the viera reacts instinctively, hand grabbing the others large wrist and yanking it away from his hair. 

He can't do this again. He cant listen to this man spin poetry about the moon whilst thinking of anyone bar him. 

Freis isn't his moon. He never was and never will be. 

"Don't…" He hates how pathetic he sounds, the anger from early melted away by gentle touches and even words that felt like knives did nothing to stoke it back to life. 

The silence between them stretches on, Freis confused whilst Magnai seemed apologetic almost, never once pulling his wrist away as he opened his mouth as if to speak only to close it again. It wasn't often he was speechless, that much Freis remembers. 

"Don't do this to me." Freis breaks the silence when Magnai doesn't, standing from his seat in the busy canteen and slowly letting go of his wrist. Like he wanted Magnai to take his hand and pull him back down, to give him hope where it didn't lay. "Don't lie to me again." 

He's not angry, just defeated, crestfallen and still very much in love with the giant au ra that broke his heart. Keep your face schooled, he tells himself, leaving the makeshift canteen and stepping out into the frozen Garlemald winds, taking deep breaths that came out shakey each time. 

He'd never have to endure Magnai Oronir again after this, he'd be free to move on from the affection he still held for a man who could never love him. 

All he had to do was leave Garlemald first. 

[twilishark]

A Hare and his Inconvenience 

[twilishark]

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