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@kintsugiscars

Emet-Selch had noticed a certain quality, and he knew full well that he was not the only one. The term 'Warrior of Light' was never meant to be quite so literal. Y'shtola, he was certain, knew it too. Her aetheric sight was rudimentary, but it was more than enough to see those around her, enough to react to Lex as if he was one of the sin eaters he'd slain.

Aside from that, he had noticed from far closer observation, often unseen, that Lex rarely, if ever, voiced an opinion. His life at stake, and he had nothing to say on the matter? It wasn't a matter of simply being a quiet person. The Scions spoke about him as if his cooperation was a fact of life. It itched at him, a contradictory reality that he, an enemy who saw them as inherently lesser, seemed to be the only one who cared about what their greatest warrior thought.

He didn't show it. His disdain for them was expected. It seemed no different, and the Scions tried—and failed—to ignore and hide their discomfort when he lingered around them, ambling his way about when it suited him. Often, he vanished from view, but it was rare he truly turned his gaze away, and when a quiet moment came where Lex was alone in the forest, Emet-Selch made himself known, walking with his exaggerated swagger and allowing the crunch of leaves beneath him serve to announce his presence.

"Warrior. Might I have a moment? I have a question, and with all this time observing you, I have yet to find myself an answer."

[wrathfuldissonance]

{ @kintsugiscars || con't from [x] }

Still he gave a gentle smile and softly waved off the Viera's comment. "Thank you, but I am alright." He cocked his head at a slight angle. "If you wish to talk with me, you need not be so roundabout. I promise I am here to listen to whatever may ail you."

Grim gave the Miqo'te a look that all but said 'uh huh, sure buddy.' His face quickly cleared though, taking on a similarly serene look, a small smile distracting from how his eyes twitched to and fro, the way his ears tried to flatten to his head. While Lex was clearly the most interesting person at this party, he was getting... staticky from the noise.

"If you say so. I can't say I don't want to, but perhaps somewhere quieter?" The implication of his words hit and he flushed a surprising pink. "Not like that, not far, just. Not in all the noise."

[thescions]

Lex reaches up, a secret little gift in his hand. "O lovely branch! Wise, beautiful, benevolent branch! Please come to my side!" He grins as he awaits his delightful Feo Ul.

"Oh, so it's now you want to call for me? After so long?!" Feo-Ul's voice echoed around him, but they did not deign to appear just yet. "Bearing gifts to make up for your cold and heartless behavior?! Well, maybe I don't want it!"

There was a pause. Then the pixie appeared, bristling.

"-- Well, you're lucky that your beautiful, merciful Branch is forgiving!" She tried to maintain her pout, but the joy that rose in her upon seeing her Sapling again won out. She clasped her hands together instead, "Well, go on! Show me what it is you've brought me!"

[primalvessel]

Stumbles exhausted into his brother's room and lays down on top of his bed. Hes not even under the blankets he's just laying on top.

He's not expecting guests when he trudges back to his room later that day, tired after a morning spent under an unseasonably warm sun doing manual labour when he would much rather have been napping in a sunbeam.

He smelled his guest before he saw him though and when he stepped into his room to see the lump atop the sheets that was his brother, the vessel dragged his feet across the last distance between himself and comfort, shedding his sweaty shirt and dirty pants as he went.

He said nothing, just climbed onto the bed and curled up with the Miqo'te already there, intertwined their tails and closed his eyes to nap as the midday sun poured through a nearby window.

[thancrxdwatxrs]

The day had been long and grueling, even more so ever since Thancred had set off on his own. He found peace in the solitude, yet some days we found himself yearning for the days of when he would have a place to return to - the Waking Sands, the Rising Stones, wherever the Scions where was his home. Things haven't been quite the same since the Scions disbanded, but he still had his ways to keep in touch.

Nowadays, he found himself enjoying the quiet and comfort of a roof over his head, thanks to a certain Mi'qote. Whenever he felt the need to curl up in someplace warm for the night, he would often slip into one of Lex's homes since he had access to them. This night, however, called for a bit more privacy, away from the prying eyes of the world. He found himself once more in Ishgard, slipping into a quaint little house within the Empyreum. He took off his boots and set down Lionheart by the door before going straight down to the basement.

Even though it wasn't it own home, it felt like home. The familiar sights and smells instantly comforted him, lightly dragging a finger across the books strewn about. He then made his way to the fireplace and stared the work on building a fire. Just as the flame came to life, that was when he felt something odd.

He wasn't alone.

Cautiously, he turned and made his way to the bedroom, feeling for the dagger hidden underneath his coat just in case it was an unwelcome visitor. He held his breath as he entered, then sighed with relief when he spotted a familiar feline shape lying in a heap of blankets on the bed.

"Lex?... You're home."

@kintsugiscars

[nossumusmanus]

☟ Babybabybabybabybabybaby--

Baby.

[vierandancer]

thunder — describe your muse’s voice: is it soft, loud, grating, soothing, etc?

This Meme | Accepting!

Meiko's voice claim is this Youtuber Kirstie Bryce!

Her voice is on the deeper-ish side and she tends to speak kind of loudly when she's animated. Grey ( @aethericsea ) laughs every time we play together because they can always hear Meiko shouting in battle. Her words are kind of slur together at times and her dialect is never consistent. For example with the word 'of' she might say in the same sentence: "It's the end of it, but I'd hate to see the aftermath o'such a mess." Really, I just pick what makes the most sense for me as a sentence.

I don't go full Scots with her due to lack of knowledge and not wanting to make some of her dialogue hard to understand (i.e 'to' would become 'tae' if I leaned hard into the accent), but I do pull a lot of inspiration in it!

[minarcana]

@kintsugiscars asked:

"Nero!" Lex barges into the lab with nary a warning. "One of the nouliths shattered! Help!"

"Fucking hells-!" The door slams open with a crash and Nero startles, dropping his soldering iron and narrowly avoiding burning himself in the ensuing fumble. "Could you give me a warning before you start shouting in my lab?" Shouting is for fire (either in celebration of wanted fire or warning of unwanted), not for a simple noulith breaking.

After making sure what he has before him is not in any further immediate danger to itself, him, or anything else, Nero then turns with a frown to the meddling cat in the room. "How did you shatter it? Were you trying to use it like a bat or something?" A tsk. Nero extends his hand expectantly. "Let me see it then so I know what I have to deal with." He's not great with nouliths, given they're based on a level of aether circulation he doesn't have much cause to use in magitek, but he can at least... improve them.

[aetheryic]

❝ was this not what you expected? ❞ [ for zenos :3c ]

" ... i hardly anticipated i would survive. " perhaps he is a prisoner now, doomed to sit around 'til his body decides to wither as his soul did. pale blue eyes stare at lex from his position in the chair, both comforted and distressed being in an unfamiliar territory without means ( or care ) to escape. prison or not, he's not doomed to a cold, mold-riddled floor like his father bestowed his own. he deserves worse, yet here he sits. " tis reasonable to assume a cruel mockery of the aetherial sea if not for you being here too. you heroes baffle me. "

[ichoric]

@kintsugiscars said: [ text; ] what would happen if i just, like, downed seven five-hour energies. does that equal 35 hours of energy ((modern lex @ modern zenos mayhaps?? exhausted professor workin on his doctorate maybeee)

message received !

[ text : ] i do not believe it works like that. in fact it may lead you to crash even quicker.

[ text : ] i fear the only solution may be better time management or dropping your studies. one might be better advice than the other.

[grumpyascianteddybear]

“I’m doing everything I can to try and fix the problem!" - from Lex to Emet ouo

" Yes, you are." The ascian stated as he looked at the other. Perhaps it was his eons that had taught him this. It certainly wasn't something he had learned before the Final Days. " Sometimes even when you do your best it is not enough. Sometimes you can't avoid that tragedy and the pain. You just have to accept it and work though it."

Pot called the kettle black much? He was a hycorite for telling Lex this. However, just because he was stuck and unable to move didn't mean Lex couldn't. Lex was hindered by eons worth of tempering that kept him locked firmly to the past. Lex lived in the hear and now. " When you fail you get up and try again and again until you make it."

[adenial]

ㅤㅤ"ㅤnay , i was a child .ㅤ"ㅤwhich makes it worse .

He's horrified and impressed in equal measure. He'd never fought a real bear before nor had any plans to.

"Was this... recently? If so, do you require healing?"

[wrathfuldissonance]

@kintsugiscars replied to your post “Fireworks l o u d...”:

Very loud. :( his poor kitty ears hurt.

​Grim offers earplugs. His poor bnnuy ears.

[thescions]

@kintsugiscars

It had been amusing in the beginning, this odd behavior of his -- after all, Y'shtola was not unfamiliar with how intimidating she could be. But as time went on, as the Scions grew closer (or so she thought) as colleagues and companions, she had expected the Warrior of Light's behavior to adjust and change. To recognize that Y'shtola was still very much an ally. She had imagined she had proven herself that many a time.

Thancred and Urianger had done their best to reassure she was not doing anything wrong, but the fact of the matter was that Lex very clearly did not like her. He -- often literally -- fled at the sight of her, without any hint of rhyme or reason. And it was only her. She had witnessed him interact with other women, other Miqo'te, with other Miqo'te women without any indication of a problem. Even others more magically inclined were not regarded so!

It hurt. There was no way to express it otherwise. She had even dared to broach the subject with Matoya privately, which yielded a perspective she had not considered: Perhaps you remind him of someone he would rather forget.

The thought had not crossed her mind, but it seemed the most likely scenario. But before she could do much more than consider that option, Garlemald threatened to bring war to their doorstep yet again. Sooner than that, Thancred's soul was torn from his body -- and hers and Urianger's soonafter.

Three years. Three years came and went in the First, and Y'shtola found herself taking up her mentor's name and settling in with the people of the Night's Blessed. And for a woman who had always been on the fringes of various groups and communities, suddenly being held at the center of one was eye-opening in more ways than one.

It softened her in some ways. Emboldened her in others. And when the Warrior of Darkness arrived, his aether all but completely smothered in light, she knew that they would need to speak. It was no longer a matter of feelings, but of survival. His.

And even if Lex finally came right out and told her he hated her for whatever reason, the distress would be worth it if it could save his life.

And so, shortly after resettling into her own room in the Pendants, Y'shtola approached the door to his. She gave the door three sharp knocks, and as it opened, made sure to wedge the bottom of her staff between it so that it could not be shut again.

"Lex. I was hoping I could have a word," she started, tone polite but firm.

[primalvessel]

@kintsugiscars

"Ah, no, I'm sorry I only brought enough back with me for the Convocation members."

"No no, I'm fine, just a scratch or two."

"Good to see you too!"

"We'll catch up another time!"

Twisting away from a reaching hand before it could latch onto his robe, Helios weaved away from the small crowd who'd gathered on his return and he trotted away to disappear around a corner to break line of sight. Once there were no more eyes on him, he dropped his mask down onto his chest, pushed back his hood and tilted his head back with a sigh.

Homecomings were always bittersweet.

"Crap," he sighed, adjusting the pack on his back. "I'm gonna miss Anteros at this rate..."

With one more long-suffering sigh (unbecoming of someone yet as young as he was), he picked up the pace so as not to miss the meeting with Anteros. Never mind that Anteros had no idea of the meeting in the first place...

[thancrxdwatxrs]

Kisses him!!!!!! He's happy <3 why? Doesn't matter!!!

@kintsugiscars

Thancred was caught by surprise by the gesture, a smile on his face as he embraced the Miqo'te and kissed him in return.

"Hello, darling," he said softly. "You seem to be in a cheerful mood. What's the occasion?"