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I plan to draw this but I gposed it first for clothes reference mostly and LMAO THEIR HEIGHTS ARENT EVEN EDITED... GOD
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FFXIV Write 2024 Day 21 - Shade
Shade: Noun. A specter or ghost. Characters: Emet-Selch, others mentioned Expansion: Shadowbringers Rating: G Notes: Diving into Emet's POV for this one! Spoilers for Shadowbringers and bits of Endwalker applies. Referenced EmetAzem (tfw you're getting haunted by your sort of ex-wife).
Being around the Warrior of Light is⊠difficult.
Hydaelynâs Champion, a hero of great renown, and the bearer of a soul so familiar it made Emet-Selch flinch the first time he sensed it. Anger, disgust, and longing roared within him at the sight of that specific hue.
In moments of weakness, he wondered if his memory of her had started to become faulty. Some nights, as he laid next to his mortal wives, he dreamed of herâthe way her long, dark hair rested against her back and the secretive curl of her lips as she conspired with Hythlodaeus. Her voice rang clear in his mind even if the exact shade of her eyes started to fade from his memory.
Unlike Hythlodaeus, there was no ghost of her to wander the streets of Amaurotâs shade. In a fit of rage, he denied himself the option. Now he regretted it, if only because the Warrior of Lightâs appearance made him question everything he thought he knew. It would have been easier to remake her when the memory was freshâlike Hythlodaeusâinstead of looking and wondering and questioning.
âYou would appear like this at the cusp of my victory,â Emet-Selch thought. âJust as dramatic as your husband, despite your claims otherwise.â
âI never claimed otherwise,â He could hear her tease, a playful bop to his nose just because she could. Hythlodaeus would be nearby, trying to hide his amusement at her affection while Emet-Selch would scowl. âYou needed more of a challenge, dear. You shouldnât expect things to always go your way.â
She wouldnât be apologetic about it; she opposed the plan to summon Zodiark after all. It had been the cause of their last argument before Emet-Selch woke the next morning and found her gone.
She haunted his every step this journeyâwhy not more plainly at the end?
#ffxivwrite2024#ffxiv#ffxiv writing#expac: shadowbringers#c: emet selch#aya: writing#ship: shadow of them
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@amaurotine
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the people have spoken so here we go
my idea for pre-mothening morty is a guy who would probably be one of the bigger brothers if he didn't have Shrimp Posture and wasn't also starved to hell. extensive vivisection scars.
Mothman morty can take his respirator off, the filters are actually these weird false eyes over a moth mouth that replace his lower jaw. He can talk fine it just looks funky. There's a permanent indent where the respirator seal usually sits; he doesn't remove it often. He does have moth ears, they're under the hood.
Bonus: Mortarion is the second uncle Juno meets. She gets sniffly and g-man freaks and calls Guy Who Knows About Diseases (it is a Common Cold. Morty is not happy about being woken up for this. he's like call me in four years when she needs her vaccinations and then stomps back home.)
Mortarion has very little interest in her which makes him relatively safe. Juno thinks he's Neat because she is partial to psykers and people related to dad, and he hasn't found a reason to terrify her out of her curiosity yet. Babies are basically like nurglings anyway, right?
@justeverythingnothingelse
#I take payment in the form of several gifts:#a) images of black cats/caracals/bats#b) images of emet selch (sourced if art)#c) oc fanart#you may also provide images of zenos in place of emet selch but the exchange rate is 2:1#fanart#wh40k#mortarion#juno vaeyncaria guilliman#(she's under the cut :3c)
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Exarch... Why are the Exarchic weapons white crystal?
#c*m infused#or dried out#the choice is yours#ffxiv#ff14#crystal exarch#graha tia#emet selch#emetraha#exselch
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4. Nightmare
#WtSaA
The city hums. And there they linger, lost, silent, still. In a timeless haze, her heart grows heavy, bound by nightmare.
In Amaurotâs forgotten glow, their shadows meet, yet never know.
#my doodles#ffxiv art#c: nai naalfa#emetwol#emet-selch#reference by Jack Vettriano and his 'Round Midnight' (1996)
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*stepping over my own corpse* sorry about that. it's nice to meet you. yeah don't worry about it, it'll despawn in a few minutes.
#i had to fuckin compress the gif to make it post on tumblr#c: emet selch#i don't have a gif of him appearing in a new body next to his corpse but you all remember that right. right
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#ChaoticOT3#The Unsundered World#FFXIV#Emet-Selch#Hythlodaeus#I saw the mod and I knew exactly what I had to do#and all ancients wear freakin' chokers b/c I cannot stand the neck seam#Screenshots
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SMASHING MY FISTS ON MY DESK WHILE SOBBING
#HOW DO I EVEN PARSE THIS CUTSCENE. IM UNWELL WITH EMOTIONS.#the fact that he tells you to see the world like he once did since now you hold azem's crystal :''''''''''''')#ALSO LIKE. WHAT WAS HE THINKING ABOUT ON HIS TRAVELS. THAT HE WAS PARTAKING IN B/C OF AZEM.#WAS HE THINKING ABOUT AZEM DURING THEM. THAT FUCKING BREAKS ME.#CAN HE COME BACK PLEASE I NEED HIM TO HOLD MY HAND#i can't believe they let you see him again only to be like âhaha okay but he's gone to the aetherial sea FOR REAL this timeâ#can i just like. rewind the last 30 minutes please. and play it over and over again.#leigh plays ffxiv#leigh is endwalking#ffxiv endwalker spoilers#emet selch
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@dysloyalty
Aemond simping for Helaena #6748572 (based on Alessandro Puttinatiâs Paolo e Virginia)
#c: emet selch#dysloyalty#ik we've both reblogged this as vynmax but please consider emet and aethelreda
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[Fic] Thrown Off Balance
Title: Thrown Off Balance
Rating: Gen
Summary: Originally written for FFXIV Writes 2021 - Fluster. Also found on ao3!
flust·er:make (someone) agitated or confused.
Five times someone made Ayaka flustered and the one time she made someone feel flustered instead.
1.
âSo, dear,â her mother begins, a gentle smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes that Ayaka knows is going to mean trouble. âThat boy down the streetâŠ?â
âMotherâŠâ Ayaka groans, already feeling her face heating up.
âHeâs so sweet with you!â Her mother exclaims, unbridled joy in her voice. âI think heâd make a good match for you when youâre olderâŠâ
Feeling agitated, Ayaka huffed and looked away from her mother, causing the older woman to laugh behind her hand. âItâs really not like that⊠And Iâm only fifteen! Marriage wonât be for a long timeâŠâ
âNot if Hiroshi keeps giving you sweets from his parentsâ shop,â Kairyuu mutters, walking past the dining room with a smirk on his face.
Her mother perks up, utterly delighted by this news. âSee!â
âKairyuu,â she growls, glaring daggers at him. Unfortunately, the younger boy just shrugs it off and begins his trek back to the kitchen. She could feel the satisfaction rolling off of him from here.
Younger brothers. They can be so annoying--
âPerhaps we should invite him and his parents overâŠâ Her mother murmurs, startling Ayaka. âIâll need to buy the necessary ingredients, of course⊠Oh, but what to make?â
âMother!â
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2.
âYou really are a natural!â the soldier praised, nodding at her form. âMost newbies arenât this good at magic until a lot later!â
âItâs really nothing,â Ayaka insisted, looking towards the campfire. She felt her cheeks begin to heat up, feeling embarrassed by the praise. âThe masters at the Thaumaturgeâs Guild are the ones that deserve the praise.â
âNonsense, lass!â Another soldier called out, coming to sit down next to his companion. âYouâve got all the makings of becoming an expert like those Lalafell back in Ulâdah!â
âOh, knock it off,â another -- the only other woman in the group -- said, shoving the manâs shoulder. âYouâre embarrassing the poor girl.â
âIâm just not used to the praise,â Ayaka clarified. She knew her face was likely red by now, but the darkness around them and the soft glow of the fire helped hide it. âAfter all, Iâm just an adventurerâŠâ
âWell, youâre a mighty fine one at that!â The first soldier said, stretching his arms into the air. âWe wouldâve been in a real pinch if you hadnât shown up with your magic.â
âYes, thank you for the assistance,â the woman agreed, flashing Ayaka a kind smile. âIf thereâs anything we can do to help youâŠâ
âIf you can point me in the direction to the nearest settlement, that would be wonderful,â she answered, a weary smile on her face. âIâm afraid I got a little lost at some pointâŠâ
âOf course, weâd be happy to help our little savior!â The second soldier exclaimed, earning another shove from the woman. âHey!â
Rolling her eyes, the woman returned her attention back to Ayaka, giving her an apologetic look. âIf you have a map, weâll be able to help you figure out your way to Drybones. It should be somewhere that wayâŠâ
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When Haurchefant pulls away, lips a breath apart, Ayaka knows her face must be a deep shade of red.
Herfirstkiss. WithHaurchefant.
âYour face is a lovely shade of red, my dear,â he teased, a slight smirk on his face. âMy, my! Did I steal your first kiss?â
âMaybe,â Ayaka answered, voice barely a whisper.
âWell! If I had known that, I would have chosen a much more romantic setting!â He exclaimed, pouting a little. It made Ayaka giggle, feeling younger than her twenty-three years. Like she was back in Kugane and trying very hard to keep a straight face around the boy she (and every other girl her age) fancied.
Besides, for all his dramatics right now, Ayaka could see the satisfied gleam in his eyes knowing he was her first.
âAnd what might that entail?â she asked, feeling a little bold under Haurchefantâs interested gaze. âThis more âromantic settingâ of yours?â
âHmmâŠâ Haurchefant hummed, tapping his chin in a playful manner. She laughed under her breath, thoroughly endeared by the exaggerated gesture. âWell, a nice candlelit dinner back at the Fortemps Manor for starters. A nice, quiet, and intimate affairâŠâ He trailed off, bringing his arms around her waist. âAnd afterwards, I would have you come with me to visit some of the gardens around Ishgard, perhaps even present a lovely rose to you at some point as well⊠A fitting flower for a beautiful red mage such as yourself.â
âHaurchefantâŠâ Ayaka murmured, face flushing even more. He laughed, sounding delighted. âThat sounds really lovely⊠Perhaps, youâd ought to make it a reality?â
Haurchefant looked shocked for a moment, perhaps at her sudden boldness despite the blush on her face, before his expression turned into a soft smile. He grabbed her hand, lips grazing the back of it. Barely a kiss, but a tease nevertheless. âWhen my dearest love isnât busy running around helping people, perhaps Iâll take you up on that offer.â
She nodded, sharing a smile with him as he took her hand in his and led them down the path towards the Fortemps Manor.
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âAh, that was a nice sparring match!â Lyse exclaimed, stretching her arms towards the sky. She had a satisfied look on her face, a rejuvenated glow to her. âThanks for indulging me, Ayaka!â
âOf course,â Ayaka responded, a pleasant ache to her own muscles that spoke to a solid sparring match. âWe should try this again soon.â
âDefinitely!â Lyse agreed, plopping down on the ground. She started fanning herself with her free hand. âI havenât worked up this much of a sweat in ages!â
Indeed, Ayaka would feel the sweat rolling down her back and forehead. She regretted not dressing lighter, feeling a little envious of Lyseâs decision to wear a sleeveless jacket and shorts on their journey through Gyr Abania.
It was at that moment Ayaka looked up, about to tell Lyse the same, when she felt her mouth dry all of the sudden.
Lyse had taken her jacket off at some point, leaving her in her cropped top and shorts. Her head was tilted back, allowing Ayaka a clear view of the other womanâs long neck. Her eyes were trained on the beat of sweat that was trailing down it, getting closer and closer toâŠ
She coughed, a dry sound that made her wince, and looked away. Ayaka felt her face heat up, praying the other woman didn't notice the blush creeping up on her face.
âAre you alright?â Lyse asked, eyes wide. âThat cough didnât sound too good! Oh, I hope I didnât rapture anything when I landed that one hitâŠâ
âNo, no!â Ayaka reassured, putting her hands up to soothe Lyseâs worry. âIâm alright, Iâm just feeling a littleâŠâ
âThirsty,â Alisaie finished, coming over to the duo with their flasks refilled with water. âYou should remember to stay hydrated! Especially if youâre going to be sparring like this more often.â
âRight, of course,â Ayaka agreed, taking a long sip of her water. âYouâre right, Alisaie. Thank you for the reminder.â
âWell someone has to keep you two from overdoing it!â The younger woman exclaimed, placing her hands on her hips. Despite how serious she tried to look, Ayaka could see the playfulness in her gaze and body language.
From behind her, Lyse laughed and soon all three of them were as well.
It was a nice feeling, Ayaka thought, discreetly looking towards Lyse and smiling at the otherâs joy. It was a feeling she hadnât felt for a while nowâŠ
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âWell now, hero,â Emet-Selch began, leaning over her. âI enjoy a good nap myself, but surely there are better places than the ground to lay on?â
Ayaka groaned, pushing herself off the ground. The tree behind her acted as perfect leverage, aside from providing wonderful shade not that long ago from the endless light above them. âEmet-Selch,â she greeted, eyeing the Ascians suspiciously. âI thought you were keeping to the shadows.â
The man shrugged, looking completely unbothered by her slight hostility. âI was, but then I noticed you werenât with your little companions,â The man stated, eyes focused intensely on her. âMy curiosity peaked and imagine my surprise when I saw you taking a nap underneath a tree! Hardly a comfortable place to be resting, even if it was just for a moment.â
âSo you were worried about me?â She asked, tilting her head in confusion. âBecause Iâm--â
âFine, yes, yes,â he interrupted, waving away her words. A practiced gesture, one befitting a man that sat on a throne and commanded thousands as an emperor. âStill, if you want a place to rest, I know a few treetops that are much more comfortableâŠâ
Unwittingly, she felt her heart skip a beat at the suggestion. It rattled her how easily this man got underneath her skinâŠ
âYouâre playing a dangerous game, Ayaka,âshe thought, closing her eyes for a moment so she wouldnât have to see the Ascianâs face.
She had seen what Solus zos Galvus had looked like later on in life, whether it be through paintings hung inside imperial strongholds or from the histories written about the founding of the Garlean Empire. Vaguely, she wondered how such a handsome man in his youth could have turned out looking soâŠ
It agitated her, how easily he got her attention without even trying. Confused her as well. This man was her enemy after all, on the same level as Lahabrea and Elidibus. She shouldnât be feeling any type of way about him that wasnât pure contempt and suspicion.
âDo let me know if youâd like to take me up on my offer,â Emet-Selch said, voice interrupting her thoughts. When she met his eyes, there was a slight smugness to his smile, like he had just won some sort of game. âIâll be watching, after all.â
With a bow (ever the dramatic, fitting for a man that sponsored the art, even when they criticized him and his rule), he disappeared into a dark portal, teleporting away from her and the confusing thoughts swirling around her head.
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+ 1.
It wasnât everyday the Scions were given a moment of reprieve. With the constant threat of the Garlean Empire and Fandanielâs mad plan, it felt like there wasnât a moment to lose before the second-coming of the Final Days were upon them.
âWhich is why you all need a mini vacation!â Tataru explained, a determined look on her face. âAnd what better time than the Moonfaire!â
Unable to disway Tataru, the group had found themselves in Costa del Sol with explicit instructions from the pink-haired Lalafell not to come back for the next couple of days. Ayaka wasnât sure what she told the others to get them to agree, but it mustâve been a good enough promise (or, in Estinienâs case, another bit of blackmail hung over his head) to work.
âI canât recall the last time I went to the beach,â Gâraha said, walking with her towards the changing rooms. âPerhaps we can try collecting some seashells or taking a walk laterâŠ?â
Ayaka smiled, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. âI would love that,â she answered, giggling at the happy flicker of Gârahaâs tail and ears. âIâll meet you closer to the shore, if thatâs alright?â
âOf course!â he exclaimed, moving towards the menâs dressing room. âIâll see you soon, my love!â
Taking a deep breath as she closed the door behind her, Ayaka pulled out the swimsuit she bought for just such an occasion. Originally, she planned on wearing a pair of jeans and perhaps a short top to go with it, but Tataru managed to corner her before she and the others departed.
âI hope you donât mind, but I managed to make this for you. I still have your measurements, so hopefully it fits perfectly!â Tataru explained, giving Ayaka a conspiratory wink. âIâm sure itâll knock a certain someone off their feet!â
Now that she had an opportunity to look at the red striped swimsuit better, Ayaka could tell Tataru had done a great job once again. There was no doubt in her mind that it would fit her perfectlyâŠ
Despite the flush beginning to creep onto her face, Ayaka smirked to herself. Oh yes, this would definitely knock a certain someone off their feetâŠ
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From his spot on the beach, Gâraha took in the waves as they gently caressed the sand, coming to and from the ocean. Despite the number of people here to take part in the Moonfaire event, Gâraha still found this to already be a relaxing experience.
âNot to mention you get to spend time with Ayaka,âhis brain supplied. He smiled at the reminder, utterly excited at the prospect of spending time with his dearly beloved. He knew Ayaka was a fan of the ocean, having grown up in Kugane most certainly helped, so he hoped this would be a pleasant vacation for her as well.
Ever since his reawakening, Gâraha and Ayaka had tried to spend as much time together as they could. It was certainly easier here than it was back on the First if his memories of his future self were anything to go by, but the young couple still faced some difficulties. He hoped these next few days would help them grow even closer, further cementing their bond.
He could already picture it! Walking down the beach together, eating meals underneath the stars, perhaps finding some time to cuddle together at night as wellâŠ
âOh Gâraha!â He heard, ears flicking in the direction of the voice. He knew it well, of course, for it rang in his dreams during his endless slumber and during those tumultuous moments back on the First.
âOver here, my love!â He exclaimed, turning around to wave her in his direction--
He choked a little, mouth going dry.
Before him stood his dear Warrior of Light, dressed in a striped swimsuit that hugged her hips and showed off her beautiful scales to his eyes. Truthfully, he was so used to her dressing modestly that the sight of all that skinâŠ
He felt his face heat up and he knew it wasnât from the summer sun beating down on him.
She stopped in front of him, tilting her head to the side. âAre you alright?â she asked, looking both concerned and amused at his flushed face. âYou look a littleâŠâ
âIâm fine!â Gâraha blurted, eyes wide as he averted his gaze away from the swell of her breasts that peaked out from the top of her swimsuit. âIâm- Iâm completely fine!â
âIf youâre sureâŠâ She stated, coming to sit down next to him. Her thighs were touching his and Gâraha could feel his face heat up more at the contact. âSo, what do you think?â
âThink of what?â
âMy swimsuit!â Ayaka exclaimed, gesturing to her body with her hands. âTataru made it for me.â
âI-It looks lovely on you,â he answered, making a note to thank Tataru later. âTruly, it suits you quite well, my love.â
âThank you, Raha,â she said, her sweet voice matching the smile on her face. She took his hand then, scooting even closer to her and resting her head on his shoulder. âIâm glad you like it. I wanted it to be a surprise for you.â
âWell, call me surprised,â Gâraha chuckled, earning a laugh from the Auri woman as well.
They sat in comfortable silence, tails intertwining as they looked out towards the ocean.
Indeed, Gâraha was going to have to thank Tataru later. Not only for suggesting the vacation, but also for making Ayaka a new swimsuit as wellâŠ
#ffxiv#ffxiv writing#shadowbringer spoilers#wol: ayaka mizushima#c: g'raha tia#c: haurchefant greystone#c: lyse hext#c: emet selch#ship: the knight and mage#ship: rebellious girlfriends#ship: shadow of them#ship: my inspiration#expac: heavensward#expac: stormblood#expac: shadowbringers#aya: writing
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servant of death
ffxivwrite2023 05: BARBAROUS mercilessly harsh or cruel
lumelleâs having a really bad day. sorry. thatâs on me. lumelle & emet-selch. 3401 wc.
iâm not sure how to warn for this, exactly? but CW for discussion & most of the actual task for what the carers for end-of-life patients at the inn do. i donât think itâs worse than the SHB MSQ alisaie side but. yanno.
He was back again. Much to Lumelleâs personal dismay, he always seemed to appear whenever Alisaie left her side to go on patrol, which made it impossible to fully convince Alisaie of the presence of an Ascianâa Paragonâthis close to the crystallized Flood of Light. At least he didnât seem interested in doing harm to anything other than Lumelleâs sanity, and at least his presence here in the kitchen meant he wasnât off harassing Aâdewah in the carerâs dormitory.
Lumelle took a deep breath, and looked away from Emet-Selch sitting on the kitchen counter beside her cutting board as if he were Elwin and not a full-grown man in a hoity-toity, heat-trapping robe.
âGet off the counter before I decide to chop off your fingers and use them as eater bait tomorrow,â she said evenly, gripping the bone handle of the knife in her hands tight as she continued to cut up the last harcot for the topping.
âSo barbaric,â Emet-Selch sneered, but he did get off the counter, if only to loom over Lumelle as she continued her work. Lumelle had never particularly begrudged her Elezen-typical growth spurt not happening on time or quicklyâeven now she was only a few ilms taller than she was two years agoâexcept for when he did that just because he knew she hated it. âAnd even beyond your propensity to threaten violence and enact it, you seek to kill your friends before they become foe. Hardly becoming behavior for a hero such as yourself.â
âWhatever, Solus.â Lumelle took the biggest chunks of the harcot that didnât look mangled and set them aside on a plateâthe rest she stuffed into her mouth and chewed angrily before she wiped off her hands and turned to pry open the lid of icebox. The rule she had set for herself repeated in her head: donât let the Ascian win. He wants you to flip out.
Emet-Selch didnât seemed so easily deterred todayâor was it tonight? His shadow fell over her as she got the heavy, ill-fitting lid off the icebox and pulled out the chilled jelly with its accompanying jar of lemonette syrup. âI thought you would leave the dubious honor of such dirty work like cooking to your fellows. That Hume girl, if not your precious Scion. Feeling guilty, mayhap?â
She swallowed some of the harcotâmade a reminder to herself to ask Rhon Ron if he had any more left to sell, because these were really goodâand looked up at him. âYouâre in my way. If you really want to observe, get out of the kitchen.â
His face twisted lightly withâdisgust, maybe? Lumelle couldnât really tell; he looked at everything like that, save maybe when Lumelle caught flashes of him watching her cut through swathes of sin eaters, sitting bored in the distance with a stare sharper than any blade. Whatever it was, it was only there for a fleeting moment before he moved towards the kitchen doorway and said, âDo finish chewing before you say anything else. I have the time.â
âMy etiquette teachers would say the same,â she said, mouth still half-full. Donât bow your head; keep breathing normally. She put the lid back on the icebox, hoping whoever needed it next would be able to get it open, set the jelly and the jar to the counter, and then pulled out the key to the locked drawer sheâd borrowed from Tesleen. âI used to listen to themâwhen I was seven.â
Emet-Selch scoffed. âAnd how long ago was that, three years?â
Lumelle snortedâshe might have been angrier, if sheâd not spent most of her childhood expected to hold herself in a manner befitting a full-grown lady of the house and now found being childish almost refreshing at timesâand stuck out her tongue at him with her smile oddly stretched from the lump of harcot she was holding in her cheek. The petty joy of getting someone incomprehensibly ancient to stoop to arguing with her was about the biggest win she was going to get out of parleying with Emet-Selch.
âStill here?â she asked, twirling the key on her finger. Usually Emet-Selch would scoff and disappear back into the aether after Lumelle got him to stoop to playing along with her conversation instead of whatever he wanted.
Not now, though.
Emet-Selch snapped his fingers, and a chair appeared beside the doorway for him to sit in, crossing one leg over the other. âOf course,â he said, that perfectly-rehearsed smile that reminded Lumelle of the lords and ladies back home settling onto his face. âI meant what I saidâI have plenty of time to chat. Itâs not as if you Scions have made any dent in my plans, and at the moment I find this part of the ruined star particularly intriguing to watch.â
Lumelle swallowed the rest of the harcot to keep from frowning. She didnât want Emet-Selch to see the contents of the carerâs kitchen drawer, but she had little choice in the matter; he really was intent on seeing this part of Lumelleâs misery through.
She should have just stabbed him when he approached her after that cursed sin eater hunt, no white auracite be damned.
Unlike everything else in the Innâs kitchen, this drawer still worked almost as well as the day it was built. She slid the key into the lock and turned it without needing to use her strength like earlier with the icebox, and opened the drawer to see the contents split evenly between the carerâs stock. The glass bottles clattered with the movement, some rolling around freely. Lumelleâs eyes drifted to the folded piece of paper underneath the vials on her right.
She reached in and pulled it out. Unfolded it.
Dosage suggestions based on food type, amount, & patient body weight.
âAnd lo, the valiant knight turns her blade against those she swore to protect.â Emet-Selch sounded so damn smug, narrating from his shitty little chair; maybe heâd done it before from his throne in Garlemald. Lumelle wanted nothing more than to get her sword and pin him to it through the stomach. âMayhap a situation not so unfamiliar. I recall Ishgard determining her heretics based on a whim quite often.â
Lumelle bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste blood, the juice from the harcot still sticky on her tongue making it sting. âI never swore anything. Stop talking so loud,â she grit out. Which carer wrote this? They had the smallest handwriting Lumelle had ever seen, so teensy she almost felt the need to squint to read it. In liquids & syrups, one-fourth jar, 100 to 115 poâ
Emet-Selch kept talking at her. âAn oathless knight. How pitiful. Even the knights of Voeburt at least had some civility and honor about them,â he said. âThough I suppose what little honor you had left you over a moon ago.â
âIâll show you honor,â she muttered, wrinkling the slightly-yellowed paper between her fingers from how hard she was pressing them together. She hated thisâshe hated him. What did she everâwhy did it have to beâwhy couldnât he just go botherâ
Lumelle rubbed her eyes hard with her free hand when the letters on the page blurred and tried to hide the moisture on her wrist, pretending it was irritation from the light sandstorm. No. This was fine. An Ascian? Psh. He could be doing this to Aâdewah, and then sheâd feel so much worse. He could be in the Crystarium with Elwin and she wouldnât even know, but he was here.
She could be making lemon waffles instead of jellied harcot. She could be standing over a grave wondering how she was ever going to look at Alphinaud ever again. Maybe she was still really mad at her, but at least she was here. At least she could stillâ
I was fine! You should have stuck to the plan! Do you not trust me?!
âHaving second thoughts?â
âAbout thinking you had anything important to say, ever? Oh, sure,â Lumelle snarked, reaching into the drawer for the right bottle only to pause when the glass frosted over near where her fingers were. After a moment she grabbed it anyway, barely feeling the glass in her palm, and hooked the ring of measuring spoons on her pinky before she shut the drawer with her hip.
âPlease,â Emet-Selch drawled, his voice practically dripping with venom. Lumelle wondered, briefly, how Uriangerâs research into making white auracite with Il Mhegâs prismstone was going. âEverything I say and have said is naught but the unvarnished truth.â
That was what Lumelle hated the most. She took one last look at the chart before she folded it back up, looked straight at him, and said, âItâs certainly not winning you any points with me. Would it kill you to be kinder about it?â
As those last few words left her mouth, she knew at once that sheâd fucked up.
âHah. Kinder, like you believe yourself to be?â Emet-Selch gestured to his side, hand waving through the doorway and down the hall leading to the patientâs ward. âA sugary lie will not suddenly make you a hero, nor stop the Lightâs work. You chose to leave the girlâs side. You chose to abandon the plot laid out by your dear. You chose to leave her like thisâallowed her the long defeat of transformation rather than swift mercy at your hand. And now you will prove yourself cruel yet againâat her weakest, you will deliver her poison and end her. What kindness could ever reach something as awful as you?â
Her vision blurred again as she looked down at the counter before her, where she put the vial of poison and the measuring spoons. In her mind, she knew she couldnât take anything he said to heart, that he only wanted to hurt her for whatever dark purpose he was here for. He had done it before, out on the sands when sheâd stayed behind to make sure the horde would stay away, and Lumelle had let him. She had let him now, too. She thought she was ready for it this time.
It hurt more than the force of that dhruva-shaped sin eaterâs crystals slamming into her when sheâd chosen to protect Alisaie over Tista-Rae; the hurt swallowed her, so large and there that she couldnât decide whether to get angry and scream and rage or cry or curl up into a ball about it before she was there again.
The hunt.
The Inn at Journeyâs Head was essentially a field hospital. Lumelle had followed Alisaie here after the Exarch brought them and Elwin across the rift, and sheâd known by the end of their first day that they wouldnât hold up against any real force. Sheâd heard of bigger Ishgardian encampments getting burned to the ground by hordes of aevis and diresaurs and biasts before anyone could call for the Knights Dragoon, and they didnât make new dragons every time they killed. She and Alisaie could do some real damage, especially with Aâdewah there to back them up, and some of the carers knew the basics and acted as guardsâbut the sin eaters. The hordes they would hear about, sometimes, at Mord Souq when they were getting groceries.
Lumelle might have been raised in Ishgard and faced off her own hordes for her city, sure. This world still found new ways to scare her.
Tista-Rae had smiled and told her to keep her chin up. To keep doing what she was doing, culling as many sin eaters as she could on patrol with Alisaie. Sheâd come from the Crystarium when Lumelle had written a strongly worded request to the Exarch with a few others and said sheâd get the carers swinging swords like Lumelle in no time. Sheâd even made time in her day to help the patients get more active, fighting off that plastery stiffness awaiting them the only way she knew how.
They still werenât ready, when it was clear they had to go hunt the largest group down. There were so many.
In the sea of white-white-white, Lumelle didnât have the time to figure out which sin eaters were the really bad ones, the ones that could turn people, which meant she was just cutting through as many as she could. She was sweating through the scarf tied over her face to keep the dust and ichor from getting in her lungs, her mouth. Someone was screaming. Their line had been pushed back to forty yalms from the Inn. Tista-Rae and the Crystarium dispatch were fighting with her, in the center of it; her sword was almost glowing full white and dripping when she looked over her shoulder back to Aâdewah and Alisaie.
She didnât even remember what she saw, what was happening, if Alisaie was actually in as much danger as Lumelle thoughtâonly that she felt the panic take her and ran towards them, Tista-Rae shouting her name, and didnât get her shield up in time to block the crystals. The one that would have hit Alisaie hit her instead. Thank Hydaelyn for the Blessing of Light.
And at the end, after Lumelle had dove back in to finish her job slightly worse for wear, Tista-Rae had ruffled her hair and said, I getcha. Just give a girl a warning next time, hm?
Her arm was bleeding, Lumelle remembered. Sheâd wrapped it up with a ripped-off piece of her Elven partnerâs cape. She wasnât wearing her Crystarium guard chainmail because she had to send it back for repairs.
Sheâd been doing well. Tista-Rae had been smiling and laughing and dancing for a week or two after. Lumelle almost believed it.
Then sheâd got sick so fast.
The other carers were worried it had been from ichor poisoning, but Lumelle knew. Not how she was okay for so longâbut she knew the bandages in the bins were hers, knew her sword hand was her left and not her right even if she was ambidextrous, knew it wasâwhat she could haveâ!
She came back to herself and chose anger.
Lumelle slammed her hands down on the counter, hearing the spice bottles rattle. Pain lanced up the heels of her hands and up her arms.
âMaybe what Iâve done and havenât done is cruel. Maybe Iâm cruel,â she spat, refusing to look at Emet-Selch again and feeling that same impossible coldfire in her stomach as she did facing the Warriors of Darkness, listening to Jârhoomale speak so easily of poisoning Alisaie and then daring to shoot at Elwin when Lumelle was right there, âbut itâs a damn lot kinder to give them a chance to die as themselves rather than sit there, knowing their body will transform painfully and their mind will shatter from the twist, and do nothing but wait to let it happen.â
She waited for Emet-Selch to find his next venomous arrow, for the fire that drove her to drink dragonâs blood to be fed. Waited for the pain to come again.
When the silence kept stretching longer and longer like caramel strings, Lumelle opened up the jar of lemonette syrupâshe bent the metal lid in her hand and wincedâand measured out the right dose with shaking hands. If he said anything else, she really might do something bad, so maybe it was for the best.
The rest she did feeling distant from herself, every glass and metal thing she touched frosting over; the poison went into the jar, a spoon came out from another drawer, clattered on the jarâs rim as she mixed the contents in a rush. The syrup didnât look any different as her hands poured it over the jelly already in its dish, and probably didnât taste any different; the carers said the Crystarium put extra work into making it tasteless for them. Lumelle, knowing Tehraâir personally, wasnât as certain, but she didnât want to think about everyoneâs last meal never getting to taste right.
Only when she was putting the harcot slices on the top did she remember Emet-Selchâs unusual quiet.
She looked up again, setting the spoon into the jelly dish with a clatter, and found the Ascian staring blankly up at her⊠or through her? Whatever Emet-Selch was seeing, it wasnât her or her anger; he might as well have been on another shard.
She just had to walk through the door and sheâd be fifteen steps away from Tista-Raeâs cot, another ten to her longsword, but Lumelle knew better than to turn her back to an enemyâmuch less an Ascianâunarmed and alone.
âWell? No more âtruthâ left in you?â Lumelle leaned forward to prop her elbow on the counter to hold up her head, feeling more furious and vitriolic and awful the longer Emet-Selch sat there staring a hole in the side of her head. Something about his face seemed so⊠wrong. âSay something, damn you. Why do you look like youâve seen a ghost?â
It was as if he suddenly wanted to shatter everything Lumelle knew about him. He opened his mouth, eyes refocusing on her, but no words came. His mouth shut, and his once smug expression now looked like he was angry. Like he had any right to be.
Without so much as another word, he raised his hand, and with a wave he disappeared.
Well. At least she could let her eyes brim over with tears in peace now.
âDamn that bastard. Damn this stupid shard. Damn the Light,â she muttered, sniffling and trying to wipe all her tears away as they came only for them to freeze on her hands. Her anger shoved up against something in her heart and turned into the deep need to curl up in bed and spend the rest of the day crying, but she still had a dessert to deliver. Usually Alisaie or Elwin helped her pull herself back together, but Alisaie was still so mad at her and Elwin didnât even know how bad a day sheâd been having, from the carers telling her it was Tista-Raeâs time to go and Alisaie arguing with her to Emet-fucking-Selch showing his stupid face here.
What was that rhyme Tesleen told her about, again?
Warrior of Darkness, servant of death, take care of our souls at our dying breath...
âLet sinners and eaters of sin go with thee.â Lumelle sniffled a few more times, cringing at how awful her voice sounded now. Did she actually yell earlier? She hoped she didnât. Elwin always saidâhe said that she got scary when she yelled now, after the whole thing with the real Warriors of Darkness back home. That turning into a dragon for a little bit might not have actually been for just a little bit. âThat all may return to the sunless sea.â
She took another deep breath. Exhaled.
Could a Warrior of Light be gentle about death? Could she?
Her hands were hurting from how cold they were, she realized; she brushed her frozen tears off onto the tiles. There wasnât really a mirror anywhere in the Inn, as no one wanted any of the patients to accidentally see themselves, panic, and possibly turn, so sheâd just have to hope she looked acceptable. Carefully, so she didnât break anything else today, she picked up the jellied harcot in one hand and walked through the kitchen doorway. Emet-Selch left his little chairâit was actually padded, heâd put that much thought into itâso she grabbed it with her other hand and dragged it with her.
Fifteen steps, and she was by Tista-Raeâs bedside. Her dusty-pink hair was down from her bun, turning white at the roots and the tips, and her eyes struggled to focus on Lumelle when she turned the chair around and sat down next to her.
âHey,â Lumelle said past the lump in her throat. Her hands and her voice didnât shake as she watched Tista-Rae smile up at her distantly, nor when Tista-Rae glanced at the chilled glass in Lumelleâs hands and her eyes cleared, just slightly, in realization; she refused to let them. She had to face this with her eyes afraid and awake, even if it hurt. âSorry I took so long. Areâare you feeling up for dessert?â
#ffxiv#ffxivwrite#ffxivwrite2023#c: lumelle de lipine#emet-selch#elie writes#THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME. SORRY. ITS LONG#can u tell. i had a time writing this.#shoutout to xiv.quest for being a lifesaver that bit from tesleen at the end i saw on the script and it helped me finish#stealth edit i realized i fucked up the tense at some point OTL
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i screamed.
#đ.rambles#[ ffxiv. ]#i forgot abt the manga for a bit. GOT NERVOUS TO READ BCS I'LL GO. HDFKLASJDFLKSJDFLKADSJF YK#( apollo's watching over my shoulder n said to write that i'm ugly. like. artemis is ugly. sobs )#oh my god. i can't read this. i just want to change all my pfps now n. be delusional. daydream. FUCK#EMET-SELCH YOU'RE SO UNFAIR đđ#& yotsuyu ma'am you're so pretty pls step on me hahahaha#n then alphi my bb first year he's so adorable i love love love him so much. my bb boy my dearest#AYMERIC YOU'RE SO LOVELY N HAURCHEFANT YOU'RE SO PRECIOUS I'LL CRY#the rest of them too but. rn my brain. is in school mode. i cannot. handle this. rn. oh my god. help#GAIA N RYNE WAHH THEY'RE SO CUTE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH đ„čđ«¶đŒ#i'm enjoying this so much but i'm just skimming through to look at stuff#guys i love final fantasy xiv so much.#alphinaud at the end of the second chapter is so me actually#i froze when i saw emet-selch w the book. i have no words. oh my god.#GAIA N YSAYLE INTERACTION MY GIRLS I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH đđđđđđđđđ#i have. assignments to do tho lmfaoooo that's enough for now. actually maybe i'll just quickly skim to the end of this chapter#i'm too shy to add more pics bcs. the 4th chapter. BUT. ALPHINAUD SAVING THE LIL KID I'M SO IN LOVE đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„čđ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ#alphi n alisaie. i'm emotional. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH đđ alphi's soft smile there though.. i'm. so. in love.#alphi w the kid. alphi n alisaie. hdflaksdjfldk i love alphi so much my dear alphi :c#i want to ramble so much help me. but. SCHOOL. HFDALKDSFJDLKFJ SOBBING BYE#just some snippets from the manga yes. don't mind me
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@capriccio-ffxiv You tempted me. It's happened
It's though being the single dad of everyone on the planet
#op is not me but op made this to be my emet after i sent her your post#c: emet selch#the art of others; sacred offerings
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au where jack doesnât fuck up being a dark knight i think that would be pretty cool
#âjack cavallerĂa#ffxiv!au#why yes i did give her emet selchâs sword and I DEFINITELY DO NOT HAVE THOUGHTS ON THAT c:
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