#panne nini

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mood — for the single-word drive!

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56845828

It wasn’t the first night G’raha has spent sitting alone by the campfire, pouring over documents long after the rest of the Ironworks crew had retired for the night.

The gnats from the lake always start buzzing in his ear around this hour, reminding him that he really should invest in some bug spray.

Is that even something they still make, now that bugs are the least of their problems when facing the aftermath of a Calamity?

When G’raha had sealed himself in the tower, he hadn’t thought of what he’d wake up to, if he would even wake at all. He had done what he was destined to, and had played his part. But there is simply no rest for the wicked, and there is much and more for him to do.

Finding a way to undo that Calamity happens to be one of them. As impossible of a feat as that seems to be.

A gust of wind blows in his direction, pushing several papers away from the pile on his lap and onto the ground.

It continues blowing against him, with no less remorse as G’raha rushes to pick the papers up. The thunder beginning to roll in advises him to turn in for the night soon before any rain follows.

But one of the papers that have landed among the stones catches his eye.

A portrait, he finds, different from the journal entries and documents he’s been digging through all night.

He may not be particularly knowledgeable in the arts, but he can tell that the piece was made in charcoal, judging from the smudges of black now on his hands.

And though the drawing is slightly faded, age has not completely erased the incredible detail the artist has put into it. There was a delicate care that was put into each and every stroke, as if the person who drew the piece was desperately trying to capture a memory he could not afford to forget. If only G’raha had spent some time training in the arts rather than pouring all his focus into his books, then mayhap he could have captured a few memories himself.

But he didn’t grab the page to wallow in regret.

A miqo’te woman stares back at him from the drawing, intensity in one shadowed gaze. Where her other eye would remain covered by an eyepatch, while dark hair falls wildly on her pale shoulders.

Perhaps if the sketch were done in color, he might take a guess at who this mysterious woman could be.

A soldier? A hero?

The intensity in her gaze tells as much, but G’raha senses a weariness from the woman in the picture as well, as if she’s fighting back at a world who’s put such a weight on her shoulders.

What could have burdened her so?

Perhaps the Calamity, but G’raha gets the feeling that there’s more to it than that. And though it is inapt for a scholar to make assumptions with no solid evidence to back it up, tis just what he thinks is the truth.

He’s reminded of the last person he saw before he sealed himself in the Tower— the look she gave him when she finally realized that there was nothing she could do to stop him. He saw a weight there that he had not noticed before, as if his loss would not be the first she’s experienced—

No, it can’t be.

He’s gone through every document the Ironworks had that could give him insight on the life she’s lived since he slept.

Twas the first thing he did when he discovered when he woke, and her inevitable end before then.

He pushes down the bitter taste that’s made its way to the back of his throat.

Despite the woman in the painting not being her, he still gets the urge to learn more of her…to learn what ails her, and to do what he was never able to do when he was far too absorbed in finding the truth of his lineage instead of helping the friend who needed him the most.

Share her burdens.

“Hey new blood, looking through that pile again—Oh, what’s this?”

G’raha was so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn’t even realized the Ironworks crew member who had slipped behind him.

What was his name again….Jesse, right?

“Twelve preserve, I thought I lost that one!” The hyur exclaims, “I’ve been looking for it for for weeks! Thought we lost it on our way back from Ishgard, but by some miracle it now lies in your hands.”

“What is it?” asks G’raha, now even more curious about the drawing.

Jesse beams. “Believe it or not, twas a sketch made by one Alphinaud Leveilleur of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. A royal pain in the arse that one was to get a hold of…had to pay a whole week’s ration for it. And stave off a whole hoard of hippogryphs on my way back to camp—oh, but don’t tell the chief about that!”

G’raha’s eyes widen. The Alphinaud Leveilleur? Who started the Crystal Braves and traveled so closely to Panne—

If that’s the case, then that means…

“Would you look at that—looks like there’s some writing there I hadn’t noticed till now. Can you read that?”

G’raha scans the page once again, finding the source of Jesse’s observation near the bottom of the sketch.

The charcoal there is smudged, but if he looks closely he can read something there:

Our dearest Warrior

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Here Without Our Names

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Wolgraha Week | Day 6, “Reunion”

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This was absolutely inspired by your url: how do your character(s) take their tea? Do they tend to go with the more traditional black tea or do they spice it up with different blends? Would they drink more traditional British tea or the American 'iced' tea? Are they particular with how much milk/sugar they put in?

Hiya, thanks so much for your ask! 💕

I actually made a headcanons post a while back on how the Scions and my wol Panne would take their tea: LINK

(if you haven't played 6.1 and on, beware of a spoiler character mentioned)

But! Here's some extra sauce that's not in that post already, plus how my other wol, T'orr Tia, takes his tea:

Panne Nini

She tends to go for her home-brewed teas (which means grabbing a bunch of herbs, putting them in a cup of boiling water, and drinking it) but, if someone were to pass her any other type of tea, she would definitely drink it. She's not generally picky, and not fond of wasting food, but if the tea is sweetened at all, or gods forbid you give her something like boba, she will spit it out.

T'orr Tia

T'orr has a very....peculiar pallet.

He has a new favorite tea every week, and has a special place in his heart for Doman boba tea. He'll also take his tea as sweet as sweet gets; that cup of sugar cubes on the table will be gone before anyone else gets to it, along with the cream and milk. If we want to add in what they like to eat with their tea, T'orr would be the kind of person to have one of everything from a local pastry shop and eat it all in one sitting. (if he’s feelin spicy that day, he adds in a drizzle of hot sauce to further ‘excite the palette’, don't ask me why)

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For all your characters! 🤬- does my muse swear often? Do they try to censor themselves around children or elderly people? and also 🎵- does my muse listen to music while they work?

Getting to this ask now, sorry for the wait!! 😭 but, I hope you enjoy nonetheless 💖

Panne

She swears A LOT, it’s pretty much a part of her natural speech, and that’s because the moogle couple who raised her cursed like sailors too. With children, the elderly, god - she will still say fuck.

Despite appearances, Panne is actually quite musically attuned, most likely an effect of being raised by furry musical fluff-balls. If there isn’t any music, she’ll sometimes find herself humming a made-up tune, or something from her childhood. She’ll never admit that she does this though, even if you catch her red handed.

T’orr

The amount of swearing he would do around someone would equate to how much he trusts them. He doesn’t swear much to begin with, but his ‘mask’ is one with perfect eloquence, and would, at most, sound more strained around children and the elderly. Over time, his speech would grow more natural if he trusts someone enough.

Perhaps a remnant of his Sharlayan roots, T’orr dislikes anything that could potentially break his focus, and music, to him, feels more like noise then something genuinely enjoyable. He would prefer to not listen to anything while working, as he feels that it could cloud his judgement.

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Under the Blood Moon - Ch. 3

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WolGraha Vampire AU

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The slayer manages to use one hand to rummage through her pockets, praying to any gods that can hear her that she finds something to get her the hell out of here. Her chakrams are long gone by now, but she should have a knife or two still deep in there somewhere. Alas, her search bears no fruit. “Shite.” “Now…let us commence the sacred ritual!”

(Yes, it’s been awhile — but chapter 3 is finally here!! *passes out*)

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40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is?

Sorry this took a bit, but thank you so much for the ask!! 😳💖

Panne

She hadn’t done much in the way of wondering throughout her journey, but around the end of Endwalker, she began to wonder what the truth of herself really meant, both physically and metaphorically. She now searches for that truth, as she inherits the dreams she once had in a past life.

T’orr

He more calculates than wonders, thinking up every conceivable course of action mathematically, and plotting schemes accordingly. Crafting new concoctions and min-maxing everything is what truly sparks his imagination; a true alchemist at heart, and perhaps a remnant of his Sharlayan lineage and upbringing.

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For the 30 random questions: 6, 11, and 21 :3c

Ooo, these are some interesting questions!

6. How are they at taking care of plants?

Panne

She’s on her feet way too often to settle down and take care of a plant, and if she were to have one, she’d probably completely forget about it while getting caught up with other things.

T’orr

He’s far too impatient to grow plants, and would probably bombard them with all sorts of growth formulas and potions to try to get them to grow faster. Alas, they would wilt in the process instead, leaving him frustrated.

11. How do they behave when confronted with deadlines?

Panne

She wouldn’t really care about deadlines, and would just take care of what’s right in front of her. It’s less the deadline that concerns her and more the task that needs getting done.

T’orr

He’s a micromanager and tactician, so he calculates every step he has to take in order to fulfill the deadline, down to even the most minute details. Chronic min-max-er; a real “Dandori” enthusiast.

21. Are they outdoorsy? Do they enjoy hiking, camping, etc.?

Panne

She grew up mostly outdoors, so she lives and breathes being out in the wilderness. Hiking trips and camping would totally be up her alley, especially if she’s doing something like tracking down a massive animal to hunt and bring to friends or family so that they can cook it and eat it together in a big feast.

T’orr

He’s not big on hiking or camping, but he’s rather fond of the serenity being outdoors brings. He especially enjoys finding a place very high up and watching the world below him. Sometimes, he’ll even bring a sketchbook with him and draw some local wildlife (he wouldn’t tell a soul, though).

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A Tale of Two Warriors: Book I

Chapter 6

G’raha x wol

f/m

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts as he pulls the bow more and more taught, his body screaming at him to stop. He doesn’t know what’s worse right now, but at least the physical pain can numb everything else for now. 

Series Masterpost

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Deep Down

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Wolgraha Week | Day 5, “Time Apart”

F/M

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The Rightful Heir

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Wolgraha Week | Day 3, “AU”

F/M

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One Day

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Wolgraha Week - Day 2, “Colors”

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Starlight, Star Bright

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Wolgraha Week - Day 1, “Holiday”

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Träumerei

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Wolgraha Week 2023 | Day One “First Kiss”

F/M

Surrounded by piles of books, as he is wont to do, he sleeps soundly - as if he had just fallen into a cat nap. It nearly brings Panne to pause, questioning whether or not she even wants to interrupt his peace. He deserves that and more, after all, after everything he’s done for this realm and her.

But she cannot bear to leave him yet, not on a note like that. Hearing of his hopes and dreams, his promise—as crystal crept up his arms and neck, his cheek, his brilliant crimson eyes: engulfing him in a shade of blue that has haunted her since the day he closed those doors on her…

She pulls out the vessel from her pocket and shoves it to his chest.

She runs—faster than she’s ever gone before, feet taking her through a path she has committed to memory now. Her ragged breaths resound loudly across these familiar crystalline halls, though not enough to distract her from the one thing Panne’s here for.

To ease the heaviness of the vessel in her pocket, only growing heavier with each second she lingers.

She had not even stayed to greet her fellow scions who had carried a similar journey from the Source back to the First; only making sure they were alive and breathing before darting out of the Stones without a second thought.

One last door bars her way, and once she kicks it, she sees a familiar figure of red.

“Raha!”

Without sparing any more time, she makes her way to his sleeping form.

Surrounded by piles of books, as he is wont to do, he sleeps soundly - as if he had just fallen into a cat nap. It nearly brings Panne to pause, questioning whether or not she even wants to interrupt his peace. He deserves that and more, after all, after everything he’s done for this realm and her.

But she cannot bear to leave him yet, not on a note like that. Hearing of his hopes and dreams, his promise—as crystal crept up his arms and neck, his cheek, his brilliant crimson eyes: engulfing him in a shade of blue that has haunted her since the day he closed those doors on her…

She pulls out the vessel from her pocket and shoves it to his chest.

“C’mon, wake up! There’s no time for sleeping!”

No response.

She shakes his shoulders lightly. Perhaps a little jostling will do the trick.

“I said wake up! Raha, if you’re playing a prank on me it isn’t funny!”

She drops his body when even still, he doesn’t even shift.

“Fuck. Raha, please!”

The image of his shaking form in his days as the Exarch, when his body grew ever weaker with each step he took away from the Tower, plays in her mind.

When he was hunched over a rock, regaling her of all the tales of the one person who has given him the strength to carry his plan onwards; the woman who had been his inspiration, whom he had loved enough to put himself through all the pain.

That last smile on his face he had worn as crystal encroached upon it; when she had asked who that woman was.

All of it comes rushing through her like a storm, bringing a burning sensation to the back of her eyes.

“You said—” the crack that comes out of her brings a pause to the rest of her thoughts, “—you said this wasn’t over yet…”

Her vision then grows cloudy as she finally, finally sees the seeker stir.

“Mmmm….five more minutes, please….I promise I won’t miss my lecture…” he mumbles, cradling his head with his hands as a make-shift pillow.

Anger now makes its place along the rest of her flood of emotions that stream down her cheek. She grits her teeth as she punches the vessel to his stomach.

“Five more minutes, my arse! Y-you’ve slept long enough…asshole!”

She sobs into her hands, not seeing as G’raha blinks and slowly rises from his slumber.

Only when she feels a pair of hands gently push her own away from her face, one of them brushing a tear from her cheek, does the realization hit her.

Before her lips could move, however, his own slam into them.

Her eyes widen as he pours everything into the kiss: devouring her lips like a man that’s been starved for hundreds of years. He cups one of her cheeks to tilt her head and deepen the kiss. She could only comply and melt into it, caught in the shock of whatever the hell is happening.

As he pulls his lips away with a wet ‘pop’, he leans back while still in a daze.

“Please tell me I’m dreaming…” he says.

Panne automatically brings a hand to her lip, trying to make sense of the tingling sensation there and throughout the rest of her body.

As G’raha’s eyes trail to the action and the look on her reddened features - his eyes widen in horror.

“Oh…I’m awake.” He chuckles nervously as the realization of what he did without warning or anything hits him, “oh gods, I really am awake!”

The only response he gets out of Panne is an unreadable expression, half covered by the eyepatch she now wears.

“I-I’m so sorry!” He says, stumbling on his words, “I wasn’t aware of myself and I—“

A soft pair of lips meets his — hesitant, but just as wanting as he was all the same.

She pulls away for just a moment, flashing him a knowing smirk. “…just shut up, will ya?”

He dives back in again, letting the caress of their lips speak what their words won’t:

I’m here.

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——Headcanons of the Scions on Pocky Day——

Alphinaud

Knows what it is and has had it marked on his calendar for months

He builds the courage to be the one to ask—on that fateful day—if his s/o would share a pocky stick with him

Despite his preparation and many weeks of practice in the mirror (which Alisaie has walked in on several times and holds against him to this day), he’s a blubbering mess when asking the question—red-faced, sweaty palms, stutters, and all

He blubbers even more when they agree to it and hold one of the sticks in their mouth to him

The first thing he tastes is cookies and cream, smiling at the fact that his s/o was kind enough to give him the more flavorful part. The next is his s/o’s sweet lips.

Alisaie

The moment she sees her s/o, she pulls the strawberry pocky box out of her pocket and shoves it in their face as she slips a stick between her teeth

She points to it with a little too much sternness, and can’t keep eye contact when her s/o decides to bite down on the other end

(Bonus points if her s/o doesn’t know what she’s doing, then she’ll groan and explain the game to them as her face grows red like a tomato)

After succeeding in getting their lips to meet, she swipes the box from them and runs away with it—hogging the rest of the pocky for herself

Thancred

He approaches his s/o with a flirtatious wink and an almond crush pocky between his lips like a hopeless romantic with a rose in his mouth

The ridiculous presentation brings them a giggle, and it makes his heart soar to see them with some lightness that the many dark times they’ve experienced would sometimes obscure

He lets his s/o get the flavored end while he bites down on the plain one, knowing that the taste of them is far sweeter than any confection he’ll ever have

As he starts out with bravado, at the last bite, he allows his s/o to close the distance

The pocky soon becomes a distant memory as he slowly leads them into the bedroom *wink wonk*

Urianger

He remembers one such occasion when Moenbryda had once tried playing the pocky game with him

Now having almost forgotten it (and having been too dim-witted to understand how to partake in it), when his s/o brings it up, he agrees wholeheartedly to give it a try

They bring him a yuzu-flavored box, knowing that he’ll probably enjoy it’s more citrusy, fresher taste (and to give him something different from all the carrots he’s been eating with the lopporits, Twelve help him)

He’s hesitant when they get down to the last bite, yet when he feels his s/o’s lips on his, he returns the kiss in full, savoring the moment of closeness between them

He grabs another pocky from the box and places it between his own lips, pleading them to play the game once more with him

Y’shtola

“Normally I am not wont to partake in such games…but if you insist…”

(spoiler alert: no one insisted)

“Ah, but you already went out of your way to purchase the confection, we surely cannot allow such confections to go to waste now…”

Her s/o stares at her dumbfounded with a box of matcha pocky in their pocket. Y’shtola already knows that they bought the matcha flavor, because of course they would conveniently purchase her favorite

She takes a stick and places it between her teeth, enjoying the bitter and sweet taste of the tea she’s grown a fondness for ever since they travelled to Kugane

The taste becomes even more marvelous as it mingles with that of her s/o

Estinien

He stares between the box, the pocky stick in his s/o’s mouth, and his s/o’s expectant expression with the most confused look on his face

“…What are you doing…?”

His s/o nearly spits the stick from laughing before explaining the pocky game to him

They also find that they have to explain to him what pocky is (has that man lived in a hole for most of his life…?)

After he finally understands, he casually agrees—sending his s/o blushing

They give him the flavored end of the pocky, wanting him to experience the chocolate-y flavor for the first time

As they reach the final bite, Estinien closes the distance—groaning into what turns into a deep, more sensual kiss

After leaving them utterly breathless, he suddenly pulls away and sends them the most smug, shit-eating grin they’ve ever seen on the elezen

“That was entertaining, we should do this again sometime...”

G’raha

He knows about the game from his Studium days, when some of the other students used to hide away and play it together

Back then, he’d secretly always wanted to partake in the game, but never got the chance to since he never grew close with anyone that way—but now with his s/o, he can!

They find a missive at their door signed by him, telling them to meet him at a secluded spot in Old Sharlayan, one where the two of them would often spend time together

When they meet him there, he turns to them with his face as red as his hair and stutters as he asks them if they’d like to partake in the Pockey game with him

He takes a milk-flavored pocky stick to his lips and shyly waits for his s/o to take the other end

Their lips soon meet, and he savors the sweet, mellow taste of milk and honey on his partner’s lips

The kiss is soft and shy—yet there’s something hidden, as if he sweetly wants for more as he hugs their form

They kiss again and again, feeling warmth under the beautiful Sharlayan skies

Bonus

Haucherfant (since it’s his day too)

He waits for his s/o to sit comfortably by his hearth that night before he pulls out the box with a playful wink

When they agree to play with him, he cups their chin and slips the stick of pocky between their lips

He’s quick to bite down on his end and make way to their lips before utterly devouring them

The taste of strawberries and rich chocolate on his tongue is a delectable combination, making his s/o beg for more as they return the heated kiss in kind

The box is long cast aside as the two indulge in a long, long night by the fire

WOL Panne Nini

(The Protagonist and profile picture for this blog, usually)

She twists her head and looks at the box in her s/o’s hands with confusion

When they explain to her the game and hold out a stick of pocky between their lips, she pulls it out of their mouth and takes a bite of it herself

Her s/o’s face reddens at her boldness as she takes the moment to taste the pocky

“It’s ok I guess, but I never liked sweets anyway… whatever.”

She throws it to the floor and leaps at her s/o to give them a heated kiss—she doesn’t need to go through the whole run-around for the real dessert

WOL Meteor-kun

(Because why not)

He approaches his s/o after one of his many long adventures, nearly killing them with how utterly haggard he looks, as if he ran into another fight with a primal, or worse, again..

When their gaze shifts to the box of chocolate pocky in one of his hands, their concern only grows as they wonder if he ended up like this through procuring it for them

He gives them a warm smile despite it all, showing them the box while telling them excitedly about his most recent discovery: the pocky game (it's really cute)

He then places a stick between his lips, waiting patiently for his s/o to take a bite of the other end

When they reach the final bite and their lips meet, their s/o giggles from the tickling of his stubble on their face

He peppers their face with more kisses until they're a laughing mess on the floor, overjoyed at the fact that he was able to see them smile

His s/o is just glad to see their beloved Warrior returned home, hale and whole

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---Headcanons of the Scions and Sleep---

Back again with more headcanons! Can I get a snork... mimimimimimimi.......

bonus sleepies at the bottom

bone app the teeth <3

Alphinaud

He would be a very heavy sleeper, the Final Days could occur right outside and he would never know if he were already fast asleep

Occasionally gets nightmares of the Crystal Braves and the Bloody Banquet, all revolving around him failing everyone and everyone blaming him for it

He wouldn’t stir from it, but the change in his demeanor the next morning when they occur is pretty visually clear. S/o usually would have to talk him into opening up about it, and with some comfort and encouragement, he’ll be right back on his feet again

He needs his beauty sleep, and will get cranky if he doesn’t get his full 8 hours of sleep

Little pancake flipper, never stays in one place

To bed, he wears an adorable blue silk pair of polka dot pajamas with a matching eye mask and sleeping hat (so he can snooorkkk mimimimimimi)

Despite him sleeping so deeply, he’s a rather quiet sleeper and doesn’t really snore. If you listen carefully though, you can hear his quiet breaths as he sleeps peacefully.

Alisaie

Shes a mid-heavy sleeper; can be woken up but you’ll have to shake her quite a bit.

Her nightmares come rarely, but when they do, she would dream of being far too weak to save her friends and loved ones, and helplessly watches her friends go through what Tesleen did, as well as relive the memory of her becoming a sineater.

They’ll usually wake her up in a cold sweat, but with a little sneak-out into the kitchen for some midnight tea and snacks, a little midnight chatter, and the warm presence of her s/o, she’ll be good as new and sleeping like a baby

She needs her blankets because she gets cold easily, and she’s a blanket hogger, don’t expect to have any blankets the moment she falls asleep. They’ll all be gone.

A kicker, too. Expect to find new bruises in the morning if you share a bed with her.

AND a talker. Will often say the most ridiculous, nonsensical things you’ve ever heard come out of her mouth while she's deep asleep.

She has a matching pair of polka dot pajamas with Alphinaud, pink ones. Ameliance gave it to them awhile back, but they’re so comfy she never got rid of them

Thancred

MSQ says he’s a light sleeper from all his missions

His nightmares get pretty bad, and he’ll try to stay up as long as he can without having to sleep to avoid them outright—yet he eventually relents

The nightmares are of all sorts of things, from Lahabrea, to losing Minfillia and Ryne, leaving the First, failing the others, Louisoix, the list goes on…

He’d often leave the bed the moment he wakes, sometimes with a start, and either find a place to sit outside or paces in the room

He’s a tough one to comfort, and would take a lot of coaxing and patience to get him to open up about what he dreamt about, but his s/o would eventually always get through to him, bringing him back to bed, and keeping them close in his arms the rest of the night.

Because of his work, he can fall asleep anywhere, on a bench, a log, on the floor, you name it

Prefers to only be in his boxers when going to sleep (or nothing at all after a spicy night)

Urianger

He’s a rather light sleeper, though not as light as Thancred

Up until post-Endwalker, he’d be plagued by nightmares of his betrayals, his friends and loved ones discovering his schemes and hating him for it, Moenbryda’s death, and telling her parents about her death (before he actually did it) fairly often.

Comforting him would take getting up with him to go to the kitchen, enjoy a cup of tea together, and slowly talking it out (though he would be a hard nut to crack, arguably the hardest of the Scions)

He and Alisaie sometimes find each other in the kitchen at night and stare at each other like O — O O — O

He stays perfectly still, to the point where one would think he’s dead, which when they go to inspect his body, he’d only crack open a single, unblinking eye

His only giveaway that he is indeed still among the living is a modest, comical snore (he snork mimimimis)

Also a living space heater

He’s capable of sleeping in any condition, from sharing in Thancred’s missions, but would prefer to sleep butt-of-ass naked in his feathered bed with silk sheets

Y’shtola

A rather light sleeper, will be among the first to wake and the first to get up to investigate any disturbances that might occur in the night

She claims to be an early sleeper, one of those to say “early to bed, early to rise”, “must get your beauty rest” preachers, but will actually get lost in a book at night, sleep late, and end up with the book in her face in the morning

She doesn’t have many nightmares, but will sometimes dream of Runar and leaving the Night’s Blessed behind in the First

She wouldn’t mention it in the morning, but s/o can tell by that far-away glance and more sentimental look about her that she’s been having those dreams again

Has a very faint snore, almost sounding like a deep purr, paired with a light toss-and-turn, and a penchant for snuggling up to the nearest heat source in her bed

Has a full 12-step beauty routine before bed and refuses to go to bed before taking a bath

She would also be very picky with her pillows and blankets, if a pillow is slightly too soft or firm, no one will hear the end of it

Owns the prettiest, black silk nightgown that Tataru could ever craft, with a robe to match

Estinien

A very light sleeper, would start with even the faintest sound or movement

Nightmares, lots and lots of nightmares. I don’t think he’s ever known a good night of sleep in his life…

He’s the type to jump from his bed and reach for his lance before realizing where he is. S/o often has to grab onto him, shake him, and hold him down until he comes to. Estinien needs quite a bit of comfort, gently holding him until he regains the courage to go back to sleep again, never letting go till morning (he’ll never admit it though, and will totally play it off)

SNORES LIKE A BEAST

When he’s deep enough asleep, they’re loud enough to rival the dragonsong

Also has a penchant for drooling on his pillow at times, and clinging to anyone brave enough to sleep beside him (though he will adamantly deny it to the end of time, even with his s/o)

If there’s a pillow and a bed, he sleep, though he does have a penchant for getting too hot at night and tossing his blankets to the ground

Sleeps in the ugliest men’s 16th century French night gown you’ve ever seen (literally everyone has told him to dump it)

G’raha

He’s a moderate sleeper, but has a hard time falling asleep

MSQ has mentioned that he fears falling asleep in fear of never waking up

When he finally does get to sleep, he’s usually pretty sound. On the odd occasion that he does get a nightmare, however, it would be about losing friends, loved ones, or his s/o despite all he does to keep them. Even rarer, he’ll have imposter-syndrome nightmares, where he finds out he’s not the real G’raha, and his life is not his own, but those pass towards the end of EW

Unlike some of the other Scions, G’raha’s actually pretty easy to comfort. S/o will likely find him already out of bed, staring softly out the window on a cold night, with only some warm incentive and the allure of cuddles and conversation to lull him back into bed. The rest of the night is spent snuggled up in his warm embrace, with the soft beat of his heart to bring s/o into a restful sleep as well

He gets cold easily at night and needs a warm bed and plenty of warm, weighted blankets to keep him toasty (his s/o might suffocate under all that weight, though)

He’ll usually sleep on his side, curled up in a fetal position, and sometimes moves his tail about like a sleeping kitty as well as purrs. He’ll also sometimes subconsciously curl his tail around his s/o in his sleep

If s/o has a tail, he’ll curl his tail around theirs

Wears warm and soft cotton pajamas that Tataru made when he came back from the First with matching, cozy socks and ear socks during colder, winter months

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WOL Panne

(OC WOL, From A Tale of Two Warriors Link)

She’s a pretty light sleeper

Usually her sleep consists of a blink before waking up. Very rarely she has nightmares, but on the occasion that she does, she doesn’t remember them, but still wakes up with a yelp and a start, sometimes wakes up crying but doesn’t remember why.

It would be tricky to comfort her, since she wouldn’t be able to remember anything about her nightmares. After waiting for her nerves to calm, she falls back asleep silently in the arms of her s/o.

Chronic pancake flipper

Throws her blankets and sometimes pillows everywhere and wakes up with nothing

Also gets into a starfish position somewhere in the night, with her arms and legs splayed out

Also kicks and punches anyone who dares sleep in the bed with her, intolerable sleeping partner, 0/10

Like Estinien, if there’s a soft surface and something that resembles a pillow—she calls it a night!

Wears a cute pair of cotton shorts and a tank top to bed (which she didn’t ask Tataru to make for her, and yet it’s comfy)

WOL T’orr

(OC WOL,From A Tale of Two Warriors Link)

Chronic insomniac, and he doesn’t know why

But when he does fall asleep, he sleeps like a log and absolutely nothing can wake him up, it’s amazing

He doesn’t sleep for long enough to really have any nightmares, but is the kind of person to be constantly running plans and plans for worst case scenarios in his head as he sleeps

(When he does sleep) a bit of a flipper and every once in a while would talk in his sleep, though what he says is nonsensical except for the occasional reciting things he has to do

When his s/o brings it up in the morning, he’ll play it off,

“What, me? I didn’t do that... Though I do appreciate that you love me enough to dream of my voice~.”

He is the most difficult of the Scions to get to sleep, and his requirements are a very, very long list. (maybe I'll post it if you ask UwU)

Usually only sleeps every 2-3 days, and has to be at his breaking point in order to actually fall asleep. He will occasionally take ‘cat naps’ throughout the day, though.

Doesn’t wear anything special to sleep, contrary to popular belief. He gets fairly warm at night, so he would own a plain shirt and shorts to sleep in.

Aymeric

Terrible, terrible sleeping habits

Fairly heavy sleeper when he does get sleep

Gets a fair amount of nightmares with the prosperity of a country weighing heavily on his shoulders. He would constantly be fretting about it, especially in his nightmares. On occasion, he has nightmares of fallen comrades and foul memories in the age before their newfound peace.

As a workaholic, his usual sleeping spot is his desk

When he is finally coaxed into bed, he would be a fairly quiet sleeper and either sleeps on his back or his side

He looks serene like a princess in his sleep, it’s quite endearing

Ideally, he enjoys a soft bed and softer pillows, but his exhaustion always reaches a breaking point at the wrong time and place…

There was once such occasion where he was having dinner and fell asleep face-first into his soup…with Lucia right in front of him

He owns a very elegant silk men’s nightgown, in blue, of course, adorned with beautiful gold embroidery throughout

Erenville

He’s a fairly light sleeper

Used to short sleep and long travels, so he can usually last with 3-4 hour spurts of sleep and travel

He very rarely gets nightmares, but when he does, they’re usually silly ones, like a horde of frogs attacking him all at once, or being swallowed by a giant toad

Has inherited the Sharlayan penchant for having terrible sleeping habits, like falling asleep with a book in his lap during long nights spent deep in research with mountains of archon loaf to keep him going

When he gets normal sleep, like a normal person, please, He’s a tad restless at night and tends to flip sides quite a bit. He also has a bit of a kicking tendency…(probably dreaming about getting to his next destination)

He’s pretty easy to please in terms of sleeping requirements, always being out and being pushed to his limit as a gleaner, especially during the Final Days. He got used to sleeping pretty much anywhere whenever he got the chance, but he’d much prefer a proper bed

A simple pair of soft, cotton pajamas are all he needs to get a good night’s sleep, and the one he owns has a little embroidered frog on the t-shirt pocket. He also owns a frog plush one of his gleaner friends got him as a gag gift on their graduation that he cuddles up with in his sleep (and doesn’t tell anyone about, ever)

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