#he got an ffxvi verse

[voidtouched-blue]

umbral-dominant--[prior]

Aramis moved to stand at the middle, not something expected in command, but known by habit. Watching the door. Waiting for the pattern to repeat. He would never hear her coming. Not with the paws that swallowed all noise, or the dexterity that balanced feline features. …But the voice would be a welcome break from the weight of his thoughts, or the visits of the King. A weakness of his enjoyment of more acceptable company. Lest he fall to madness of pent up emotion, of wrath so tightly wound. A slim shadow beneath the door-

The stony halls of the castle felt colder on her padded feet. Unbound by any social requirement, or need to hide her appearance for others, she had approached her duties with comfort. Silence and quiet cadence were her companions for her usual daily duties. Though, on this day in particular, the soundless peace that came with her was filled with a rapid heat that burned molten beneath the cool colors of her skin and coat.

Cyra had not been present for the challenge from pampered prisoner to her beloved lord, but she had heard it through the whispers that traveled swift as wind through the servants and guards of their grey fortress. Rarely did anything strike at her well-mannered self since finding safety and solace within the King of Waloed's embrace. And it was any threat to his well-being that would ignite the azure wrath of such a small creature.

And he was particularly talented in bringing out the beast of her own anger.

Despite the way her fists shook at her sides, the way her fingers coiled tightly into her palms and threatened to break the tender skin, she reminded herself of the King's words: to heal, not to harm--and without magics. Having never disobeyed an order from the Lord since entering his service, the creature of loyalty she had become would demand the same of what was expected of her.

Keys jingled like a morning chime in her hand as she unlocked the door and tugged on the handle. The door opened with a low creak, and there he stood at the center of the room. The small woman took in a deep breath as her gaze traveled up and down the man before her, eyes as piercing as the talons that tipped each finger. Her hesitation was nothing short of an opportunity to halt the impulse to leap forward with a punishment of her own for the man. She adjusted the linen bag slung over her shoulder, eyebrow twitching as she began to turn and close the door behind her.

She sighed, trying to calm the heavy heartbeats that threatened to take matters into its own desires. She repeated the Lord's words under her breath as she paused to collect herself. As the lock of the door clicked, she made a feeble attempt to relax her shoulders, decidedly wanting to only do her duty and then leave once completed. Though, as she turned around to face the waiting Aramis, standing ever at the ready like a good soldier, she felt the bridge of her nose crinkle with a low growl.

"Consider yourself lucky," she said as she tucked the keys into her pocket. "Had I not even a fraction of the restraint I possess, I would be adding more scars to that pretty face of yours."

Her words came out as venom while she looked him over at a distance. Those clenched fists dug into her palms, and she hissed at the sting of pricking claws on tender skin. The exhale that followed managed to relax her hostile posture at the reminder of her losing her composure. It wouldn't do for her to require a punishment of her own for failing to adhere to Barnabas' clear instructions. He trusted her, and she wouldn't dare betray it.

"Shirt off." She ordered. "Sit."

The Bearer hadn't a clue what kind of injuries he had sustained from his little outburst the day before. Though, with the way the gifted clothes had barely covered Aramis' torso, the hints of blue and purple that mottled his skin had already been a clear indicator of the Lord's restraint. That, and the clear red that cut through the warm tones of his lip had been enough for her to guess what had happened. Having spent her whole life healing various injuries, it was her best guess that the King had toyed with him before enacting his consequence.

Cyra turned her attention to the bag at her side, slipping her spotted red fingers into the fabric and rummaging for a specific container within.

[flamesofrebirths]

You bring out the tender-heartedness in Joshua that we got a glimpse of in the game, but not enough for my liking! Your portrayal of him looks beyond what happened at Origin and how he would have gone on to live a fulfilled life (if he'd been given the chance, I'm still so upset about that ending omg). And your Joshua is so earnest, so genuine. Who wouldn't be charmed by him? :')

This is such a sweet comment! I absolutely love Joshua, and what made him my favorite in FFXVI is probably his humanity, if that makes sense ? He was cool at first of course, but once he reunites with Clive and the others, something shifts and we see his true self, and it's this side of him that I've wanted to explore the most! Also: he has a survival verse here! My boy deserves to finally LIVE hahaha!

Thank you very much! I know we haven't interacted that much yet, but I absolutely LOVE all of our interactions so far! 🥰

What is something about my portrayal[s] that sticks out? | @eikonbound

[tsckcyomi-archived]

From my wip FFXVI verse Squall. He'd be tolerant of her temper to a degree, but he's got little patience for extended times of it.

" ━ I suppose there are worse men than you out there that I could be spending time with." Like the men she is pledged to and working under. And he does still manage to fill many of the boxes, even if there is only one line.

[eddaschild]

// bouncing between here and over to my ffxv oc over on @novuscaelum to work on a few drafts (he's also got an ffxvi verse as well if anybody wants to interact there. If anybody wants a link to the verse info let me know). Feel free to send things here if you'd like to in the meantime 🙂

[caeca-iustitia]

To elaborate on FFXVI Vincent's blindness a bit here...

Their left eye- regardless of the verse- was gouged out by their father when they were a teenager. He used it as a method of punishing Vincent for something and they've mostly grown accustomed to it not being there.

Defector!Vincent was the victim of Anabella and her power-hungry schemes. They disagreed with how Clive would be treated after the Night of Flames and got shot in their remaining eye with a sharp arrow. After escaping, they were able to realise that their eye was infected so decided to surgically remove it with a blunt scalpel whilst in a rented room in Twinside. Chaos healed the damage and eliminated the infection but couldn't regrow the eye; not that Vincent was going to let it try either. They then fled to Waloed and have been there ever since. They, too, have grown used to not being able to see and rely heavily on muscle memory to complete everyday tasks.

[strawberista]

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