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#7 for M'ajah!

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7. What is their love language?

Eremia is very much a quality time and physical touches guy. He loves to give small caresses like weaving fingers together, stroking his fingers through her hair, soft kisses, just a lot of small soft signs of love and care.

M'ajah also loves to give quality time, but even more it's acts of kindness. She pays close attention to what he might need and provides that, and is always there to help and support.

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some outtakes from today. ❤

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Memories of Unwritten Futures

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This is the story of my Scion M’ajah and @fictionalgalaxy​‘s Eremia. Both of them have been blessed by Hydaelyn with the Echo - an ability that, among other things, lets most who have received it relive and experience someone else’s memories. M’ajah, however, sees the future, glimpses of what will or might come to pass.

When she meets Eremia for the first time, she sees three moments of his future: the two of them in love, his wedding (to another woman), and his death.  "I had a memory of being in love with you before I even knew your name," she tells him at one point, and she desperately tries to keep herself from pain by not falling for him. It obviously does not work. But the moments she saw - his marrying someone else and his death - are fixed in time, they will happen. So how do you cope with this knowledge? How do you deal knowing you love someone that you will lose again?

An excerpt:

“The future. I see the future.” She saw his eyes widen in astonishment and quickly amended, “Or possible futures. Not all come to pass.”

“But some do?” he asked.

M’ajah nodded. “Some are… fixed.” She didn’t have a better word for it, for the visions that were somehow clearer, sharper. For the events that she could not prevent no matter what. “They are just flashes, moments, and often I can’t tell when or where it happens, and never why.”

Eremia let out a low whistle, looking like he was still trying to wrap his mind around that. “So you saw my future?” His eyes gleamed, and she knew what he would ask before he did. “What did you see?”

She couldn’t quite help the sliver of discomfort at the question. “I never tell,” she said in a clipped voice.

“Oh, come on,” Eremia said, the charming smile back on his face. “It’s my future, after all.”

Her tongue flickered out to wet her suddenly dry lips as she held his gaze, her heart a painful drum in her chest. “Would you like the lie or the truth?” she asked.

“I beg your pardon?”

M’ajah nodded towards his bow. “You’re a hunter, right? You will slay a great beast and be celebrated throughout town for it.”

His ears flicked back and forth, then he narrowed his eyes at her. “That was the lie, wasn’t it?”

She nodded. “You prefer the truth then?” She still had her hands between her thighs and pressed her legs together in a vain attempt to get some warmth back into them. “Which one would you like to hear about? Your wedding, your death, or the one that has me in it? Only one of them isn’t fixed.”

Eremia stared at her.

“Which one would you like to hear about, knowing there is nothing you can do to change it?” she pressed on.

For a moment, a heavy silence fell; one that she was only too familiar with. Disbelief, curiosity, demand hung in the air… all those things she knew people felt when they thought about her and her visions.

Eventually, Eremia let out a long breath. “Well, those are some interesting options to choose from.” For a moment, he fixed her with his gaze, and M’ajah thought she could see his mind working. Then his smile came back. “Though it would be fascinating to know how you fit into my future.”

It was certainly not what she had expected him to inquire about, and M’ajah couldn’t help the blush rising in her cheeks. Eremia’s eyebrows shot up as he noticed it, and she quickly said, “That’s the only one not fixed.”

He leaned forward, his interest clearly piqued. “But from the looks of it, it’s worth telling me.”

“Why?” she asked, doing her best to ignore the heat of embarrassment coloring her cheeks, her tail curling around herself. “Something could happen tomorrow that prevents it from ever occurring.” She let out a breath, finally pulling her hands back up. “See, that’s the problem,” she explained with a small gesture. “What if I tell you we become best friends or even lovers, but tomorrow or next week I do something that puts you off so badly that you never want to speak to me again? Wouldn’t you think I’m a villain for making you hope for something that never comes to pass? Or it’s something you really don’t want to happen, and the mere thought disgusts you so much that it’s enough to prevent it.” M’ajah tilted her head. “Or what if I tell you something you don’t want to hear, but it’s fixed, and your every attempt to prevent it from happening only makes it more certain? Or worse, it’s the thing that causes the event?”

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Eremia didn’t know what exactly he had expected to happen during and after the wedding.

It certainly wasn’t that nothing changed.

The surge of happiness when he saw M’ajah and the light in her eyes when she smiled at him was nearly overwhelming. A part of him had certainly hoped for a meeting far from prying eyes, even though he knew that it would be too risky. Not when they were so close to their goal. But knowing this did nothing to ease the longing he felt when he saw her again after so many weeks. He had missed her like crazy before the wedding, but it was when he saw her again that he truly realized just how much. The urge to just grab her, pull her against his chest and never let her go again was so strong that it took all his self control not to give in to it.

Time and again, he found his attention wandering during the celebration, his eyes searching for her. Every now and then, their eyes met, a carefully controlled smile coming to her lips, but she was quick to look away again, and Eremia felt like his heart broke a bit each time she did.

Knowing that it was deliberate, that it was caution and not an actual rejection did only so much to help. He was sorely tempted to try and catch her in a hallway or outside at some point, but the occasion never arose - and even if it had, he wasn’t sure whether he would have actually taken it. Too much was at stake, and M’ajah had left for a reason.

The moment Althea held the proof of her citizenship in her hands, the relief in her eyes palpable, Eremia knew it had been worth it. The sacrifice both he and M’ajah had made as they deliberately kept apart, the show he and Althea had put on, all the time they had kept up appearances; all of it had been worth it. After the ceremony, Saran and Adriene came to him and Thea and told them of the two Garleans they had detained before they could do whatever they had come to do, and not long afterward, Althea showed him the note M’ajah had left with her present. To a future that is utterly clear and yours to shape.

“I think we did it,” Althea said, something like disbelief in her voice. “It actually worked.”

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Day 23. Love

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“Mia, I’m going to leave,” she said softly.

The smile vanished from his face and he pushed himself up on one elbow. “What? Why?”

M’ajah gave him an unhappy look. “Because… because Thea is right. We need to make this work and for that, we, I would have to be a better actress. And I’m not.”

Eremia let out a long breath and sat up, running both hands through his hair. The lingering tension between them from a moment ago had disappeared completely, and M’ajah’s heart clenched as she saw the mix of disappointment and unhappiness in his face. She pushed herself up into a seating position as well, reaching for his hand and intertwining her fingers with his.

“I don’t want you to go,” Eremia said after a moment.

“I don’t want to leave,” she confessed, looking at their intertwined fingers. “But I don’t know how to be with you when I cannot be with you. Not after… this.”

I don’t know if I can watch you play being in love with someone else. She didn’t say it, but it lay heavy and bitter on her tongue. 

“Maybe if we… I don’t know, just meet in the evenings?” Eremia said, but the words were barely out before he shook his head with a low groan, his ears drooping.

“It won’t work,” M’ajah murmured, telling him what they both knew. “Especially not when you’re going on the pilgrimage through the country to seek the Gods’ blessing for the wedding. I mean, there will probably be spies following you, but it’s not like you need me as a bodyguard.”

“I don’t want you to go,” Eremia repeated, his fingers tightening around hers. His other hand came to her face, lifting her chin until she looked into his eyes again. “Not after we’re finally here and with each other. I don’t care that you’re right and that it would be smart, I just…” A muscle in his jaw tightened as he pressed his lips together. “I just want you with me,” he murmured.

Her eyes were bright and she couldn’t help the smile at his words, the excited tingle in her stomach. “Believe me, I want the same,” she confessed, inching closer until she could brush her nose over his, her forehead resting against his. Gods, how much she wanted that. “But…”

“I know,” he said roughly. “I know.”

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New Chapter!

Memories of Unwritten Futures | Chapter 3

The problem was that it was indeed great.

Since they had to bring several supplies with them, they had forgone using the Aetheryte network and traveled by chocobo, and each evening, M’ajah lay in her bedroll and cursed herself for not being better on guard.

If only Eremia wasn’t so easy to talk to. Each time she tried to put some distance between them, he managed to break through her every effort with a few words and a smile or light-hearted flirt. A few times, she had looked up to find him watching her, but he never seemed bothered by her catching him at it. Instead, he always gave her a wink that had enough suggestiveness to be flirty. And yet, even though he obviously loved to flirt - and she had seen him do it with several other people as well - he never tried to cross any lines. There were no tries to touch her, no indecent questions.

On the contrary, he seemed genuinely interested in her and answered her own questions with disarming openness. She learned that he grew up in the Twelveswood as well, but other than her, he still had his family. His mother worked as a carpenter, while his older sibling searched the woods for the botanists. His father, true to the Keeper of the Moon traditions, was roaming the Twelveswood and only turned up at their family home every few months. Apparently, he was a hunter as well and had taught Eremia the basics of archery during the times he was with his family. The warmth with which he spoke about his family was truly endearing, painting a clear picture of the woman who had raised him and his sibling mostly on her own as someone who was warm but did not tolerate any shenanigans. Which meant that Eremia and his sibling were hiding on a tree every other day to avoid making her angry, even though they knew that the worst they had to expect was additional chores. M’ajah rarely laughed as often as when he spoke with gleaming eyes of the trouble they had gotten into.

And then, there was his voice.

Or, to be more exact, his singing.

The first time Eremia started to sing was on their first night camping. A hum turned into a few words dancing on the melody while he unloaded the chocobos and M’ajah was making a fire, then he started to truly sing, and she nearly forgot to breathe. It was clear that he wasn’t singing for an audience, just to himself, and yet it was utterly mesmerizing.

His voice was warm and low, the melody flowing from his lips with a lightness and beauty that wrapped itself around her heart. Her hands hovered in the air for a second before she let them sink down, becoming utterly still as she listened. This was more than the usual tavern songs one heard, even more than the minstrels who sometimes graced the crowds with their singing. His song was truly filled with soul, and for a fleeting moment, it was as if she could actually see the rolling hills from his song before her eyes and feel the warm winds on her skin.

It was over far too quickly, his voice trailing off as he caught her staring at him with an enchanted look on her face.

“That was so beautiful,” she breathed. For the first time since she knew him, Eremia looked bashful, his tail swishing through the air as he smiled at her.

“Thank you.” 

She was certain that she still had a dreamy look in her eyes as she asked, “Where did you learn to sing like that?”

Eremia put the saddlebags down and shrugged. “I learned the craft from another bard.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re a bard!” Astonishment was in her voice as she said, “I heard stories about them. It’s said they could turn the tide of a fight with their songs.” M’ajah had always thought those tales were pure exaggeration, but having heard even such a short part of Eremia’s song, she was half-certain she might believe them after all. “Is that true?”

He laughed. “Let’s hope you never have to find out.”

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Memories of Unwritten Futures | Chapter 2

When M’ajah walked into Vesper Bay, Eremia was already waiting for her in the square. He saw her before she noticed him, and he took the chance to just watch her. From the looks of it, she had brought everything she owned. She had a chocobo with full saddlebags walking behind her, the reins loosely in her hand, and apart from the lance she had strapped across her back, he could also see a bow and a staff among her belongings. She paused for a moment when she came through the gate, taking her surroundings in before she ventured further into the small harbor village.

Eremia pushed himself off the palm tree he had leaned against and fell into stride next to her as she walked past him.

“So you’ve already decided to join us?” he asked her good-naturedly.

M‘ajah jumped slightly at the unexpected address, but when she recognized him, a smile came onto her face. “Eremia! What are you doing here?”

There was pleasant surprise in her voice, and Eremia couldn’t help the thought that it was rather endearing how her cautious observance was replaced by a look of delight. He gave her a little wink. “You didn’t think you could just walk in and be let through to the Antecedent, did you?”

Her eyes widened a bit, and a bit of color crept into her cheeks. A pale dust of freckles was sprinkled across her nose and cheek that he hadn’t seen in the dim light of the inn the night before, he noted in a corner of his mind. “I, uh… I guess I didn’t think that far,” she confessed, sounding embarrassed, and Eremia chuckled.

“When Momodi told me you left first thing in the morning, I thought you might not have. But no worries, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

He nodded into the direction of the Waking Sands and started walking again. M’ajah followed him. “You inquired after me?” she asked after a moment, a bit hesitant.

“Of course I did,” Eremia smiled. “It’s my job to bring potential recruits to the Antecedent, after all.” 

“Oh, yes, of course.”

There was something in her voice that made him give her a curious look, but she was focused on the way ahead. After her initial open joy at seeing him, it felt as if she now put a deliberate distance between them, and he didn’t quite know what to make of it. He decided to try and coax her smile back, and his voice was playful and teasing as he said, “Plus, I must confess that knowing that there’s a potential future where we’re very close has made me curious.”

The way she gasped, her blush deepening, made him grin. M’ajah gave him a look that could have been indignation had it not been for the way her lips curled in what was obviously an attempt to keep a smile back.

“Just because there’s a kiss doesn’t mean we’re very close!” she huffed. “It could be a one-time thing, or a dare, or… a number of things.”

His eyes lit up in delight and his grin widened. “So it is indeed a kiss?” he asked, leaning a bit closer. “I thought I was just about to kiss you.”

“I shouldn’t have told you about it,” M’ajah mumbled, deliberately looking ahead, her ears flicking back and forth. “And it might not happen at all.”

“Well, that’s on us to decide, isn’t it?” he teased.

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“Garleans? In the Twelveswood?”

Eremia frowned at Papalymo, but M’ajah did not miss the worried glance he gave Althea. The viera wore her usual grim expression, but there was a certain restlessness about her that M’ajah wasn’t used to seeing in her. 

“Yes,” Papalymo said matter-of-factly. “Eremia, I need you to scout them out. I’ll give you coordinates, but I need movements, goals. Yda and I will go intercept the group we encountered earlier. Eremia, contact me the moment you found something out.” He turned to Thea. “Althea, take M’ajah and find the ones we saw splitting from the squad earlier. They should not be here and we need to know if they are just an advance party.”

Althea gave him a short nod and indicated to M’ajah to follow her, already turning from the group without wasting time. For a second, M’ajah’s eyes met Eremia’s, and he gave her a little smile that sent a warm shiver into her stomach. It took her some effort to draw her eyes away from him before she hurried to follow Althea.

It didn’t take long for them to find the Garleans. They monitored them for the rest of the night, but couldn’t find any sign that they were still waiting for backup. Papalymo instructed them to just watch for now, but when the following day was over and the soldiers made camp, M’ajah finally understood what they were doing.

She grabbed Thea’s arm. “They’re tracking us.  Thea, they’re following the exact path we’ve taken on our last mission.”

Althea let out a long breath, a grim look in her eyes. “I feared as much,” she said darkly. There was a long, tense pause, then she added, “This is not the first time it has happened.”

M’ajah’s eyes widened. “What? What interest does Garlemald have in the Scions?”

Thea slowly shook her head, eyes fixed on the soldiers in the distance. “It’s not the Scions,” she said slowly. “It’s…” She broke off.

M’ajah gave her friend a worried look. Something was wrong, she could sense it, but she could also see that Althea had difficulties talking about it. What had happened? She racked her memory but couldn’t think of an incident that would warrant Thea’s unease. 

But she didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. It had taken a while until they had become friends - Althea was someone who kept herself so thoroughly in check that she appeared stoic or even cold for most of the time. It had taken M’ajah some time to see through the act it was, to notice the moments of unease and frustration that lay beneath a lot of it. It also had helped to see her and Eremia together. He was one of the few people who had no problem making Thea smile and who didn’t let himself be deterred by her seeming aloofness. It was one of the reasons why M’ajah had never questioned her vision of a wedding between the two of them.

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Day 8. Formal

#MiqoMarch

With @fictionalgalaxy‘s Eremia

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“They could execute you for this!”

M’ajah had never seen Minfilia angry before, but there was a first time for everything. She had barely been given enough time to clean herself up before she was called into the Solar, her hair still damp as she stood before the Antecedent.

“I know,” she answered quietly.

“Who else knew about it?” Minfilia’s eyes went to the others in the room. Layanna stood next to Adriene, Saran, Nayan, and Eremia, all of them serious and quiet. M’ajah barely dared to look at them, dread swirling deep in her stomach. But even though she knew what she had dragged them into, she couldn’t find it within herself to regret it.

“Nobody knew,” she quickly said before anyone else could say anything. “It was my idea, and mine alone. I just told them about the vision and that I needed their help to get into Amdapor. They didn’t know what I was looking for.”

“I still would have helped her if I had known,” Adriene said in a firm voice.

Layanna sucked in a sharp breath. “But it’s against the law!”

“Doesn’t matter,” her cousin insisted. “If it was about-”

“Enough,” Minfilia interrupted them. “I am not interested in ‘ifs’. We need to deal with the situation at hand.” She sighed and turned back to M’ajah. “I can understand your reasoning to give Eremia a soulstone, but why take one for yourself?”

M’ajah kept her eyes fixed on a point just behind Minfilia as she spoke, her hands clasped so firmly in each other that her knuckles were white. “I needed to make sure it would work first.”

“How…”

“She nearly killed herself, that’s how,” Nayan interjected, his voice grim. “Ran ahead and straight into a group of Hecteyes.”

“What?!”

Eremia’s shocked exclamation made M’ajah turn and look at him before she could stop herself. His eyes were wide and her heart clenched at the knowledge that she was the cause for his pain. “I needed to make sure it would work,” she repeated softly, nearly pleading before she faced Minfilia again. “And it did! I managed to heal myself in a way I never would have managed before.”

“And at what cost?” Layanna asked sharply.

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Relationship Tag

I did this for Adriene here already but needed to get this done for M’ajah and Eremia as well. @fictionalgalaxy​ let me know if you disagree on parts :D

height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship (not between those two) | arranged wedding (again, not between those two...) | cuddlers | and they were room mates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing world views | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have kids | want kids | grow old together | relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts  | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers  | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps  | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike| compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts  

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They finished their mission in Gridania without any complications, and even though M’ajah found herself watching Eremia with more longing than should be there, there was no more of that flirting that held an unspoken offer. Eremia left to join Althea in Limsa not long after they returned to the Waking Sands, and M’ajah decided that she should be relieved about it. But it didn’t matter how much she tried to convince herself of it, she couldn’t deny the sadness at not being around him for quite some time when they said good-bye.

Thankfully, there was no shortage of work to keep her distracted - at least until they met again after their respective assignments, and he invited her along to the next mission with an easy smile that made it impossible for her to refuse. This time, though, they weren’t alone, and in the company of others, it was easier to assure herself that all there was between them was friendship. And nothing was as easy as being his friend. Talking to him, laughing with him felt like they had always known each other.

Over the course of the following months, M’ajah travelled and worked with both Eremia and the other Scions, fighting alongside them against Ifrit and other enemies. The Scions kept an eye on all of Eorzea, even negotiating with several beast tribes, and it didn’t take long until she felt more at home with them than she had ever felt with any other group. She did not share every mission with Eremia by far, and if she did, they were always in the company of others. Often enough, Althea was a part of their group to remind M’ajah of what would inevitably happen. Of why trying to be nothing more than his friend was the wise thing to do.

Still, there was no denying the underlying tension between them.

“We’re just friends,” became M'ajah's easiest and most hated lie through these months when they were on missions together or met again back in the Waking Sands.

Every time they met, it was as if they were right back at where they had left each other last time. And with every long talk, every flirt, every stolen glance, every laugh they shared, the pretense that the spark between them had not long become simmering heat that was ready to explode at a single touch grew thinner.

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