#ship: wolgraha

[queensbrother]

FFXIVWrite | 5. Stamp

[f!wolgraha | ARR/CT | word count: 443 | Rating: G]

"Do you have any idea how late it is?"

G'raha's ears perk up from where he sits by the campfire, the last of the flames flickering just bright enough to light the tome he had been reading. He had been so absorbed in the text that he had not heard Mara approach.

"Oh— no, I suppose I don't," he says, almost sheepishly as he casts a cursory glance around the campsite. Besides the adventurer before him, the others in their expedition were nowhere in sight. Without needing any further confirmation, he realises that they must have already retired for the evening. 

It was far too easy to lose track of time whenever his head was stuck in a book. Particularly now, as he was searching for answers that might assist their venture into the Crystal Tower. A moon had passed since Mara had first cleared the Labyrinth, yet they were no closer to actually making inside the Tower. 

He tilts his head towards her, meeting her gaze and—

Ignores the way his heart skips a beat when he catches that mischievous grin on her lips.

“Though I could ask the same of you,” he says, composing himself. “Having trouble sleeping?” 

“Something like that,” she shrugs. 

G’raha blinks at her. It was rare that the seemingly infallible warrior before him might admit to something might be bothering her, and then he cannot help but wonder if he—

"My apologies, Mara. I'm not disturbing you, am I?"

At first she had been distant. Keeping mostly to herself, acting independently. And then it had taken him far too long to realise that the few times they had spoken— she had been teasing him. The same way one might tease a friend. 

So to hear such an honest admission, he cannot help but wonder if he might be the source. 

Mara shakes her head though. "No, of course not. You could never..." she trails off, brow furrowing slightly before she smiles at him. “I was actually wondering if I could join you— or, rather, if you would join me?” 

“Join you?” he asks curiously, raising an eyebrow at her. 

“If you’re not too busy,” she says quickly. “I wanted to take a stroll to Lake Silvertear and I wouldn’t mind your company.” 

It takes him a moment to parse her words. To wonder if she might be teasing him once more. But there’s an uncertainty in her voice. And the slight flush of pink on her cheeks that gives him pause.

Setting the tome aside and stamping out the campfire, G’raha rises to his feet. “Of course,” he says, smiling back at her. “Anything you need.”

[glittergoats]

opting to make this my first foray into ffxiv posting on tumblr

[wildstar25]

Honeymoon pt.1 - Tuliyollal

"Since things have calmed down some, why don't we take time for the three of us?"

//next>>

[dawntread]

there've been the oddest rumors of late, about the crystal exarch and his loyal knight, the warrior of darkness.

bonus shots that i didn't include:

[eemamminy-art]

When your gf steals your food 😋🍔

[extrabora]

So I’m friends with an Emetfucker and an Estinienfucker and using the power of Scientific Analysis and MS Paint I’ve discovered the one braincell we all share.

[binart]

among mooglekind there is an act referred to as a "bump snuzzle." this is done with loved ones ONLY!! it's also how E'li likes to show Raha affection 🥰

(E'li was raised by moogles LOL)

[umbralaether]

reunion

[akirakirxaa]

[ day 6: road ]

𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑠.

[lastfantasys]

sparring practice or something like that idk

[nights-at-crystarium]

I felt obliged to join the other two elezen wolgrahas lmao. It's indeed fun to see all the lil differences and locate our blorbos on a spectrum.

ViviRaha aren't jealous due to being so confident in the cosmic importance of their love, convinced that there isn't a single person better for them than they're for each other. Which stands true btw.

The art's from this post!

[queensbrother]

FFXIVWrite | 3. Tempest

[f!wolexarch if you squint | shadowbringers era | word count: 471 | Rating: G]

[also based on this gpose vn I did last year]

To say the Warrior of Light is reserved was something of an understatement. 

She is quiet, not much for words. Almost stoic in appearance, were it not for the way her eyes would light up, or the small smile tugging at the corner of her lips when taking up any task set before her. One that only few would notice, if they dared to look close enough. 

It was rare that she would hesitate when the impossible was asked of her. Rarer still, for her to speak her mind or show if she had any doubts. She would act, because it was the right thing to do. She would use her strength to help those without. 

And she took everything in stride, with a calm patience few could match. 

At least, that’s how the Exarch remembers her. And how she is depicted in the legends of old. 

But now, a storm swells beneath the surface. Her once patient demeanour cast aside. Brow furrowed and head bowed, squinting up at him out of the corner of her eye. She has been eyeing him like this since their meeting outside the gates.

“If you are asking me to be a weapon for you, I would prefer that you just come out and say it,” she snaps quietly, arms crossed over her chest and a finger tapping impatiently. 

It is a defiance he has never seen or heard before. 

“Not for myself, no. I had only hoped to ask—” 

Her head snaps towards him suddenly, glaring directly at him now. A tempered rage swirling in her eyes like a tempest. “Just to ask?” she scoffs. 

“You attempted to summon me to fight against this Light. To save this world, and now mine own as well.” She raises her voice, fists clenched as she steps towards him. It takes everything in him not to shrink back. 

Realistically, he should have expected this. 

“Just to ask if I would do it? All while my life and the lives of those closest to me are in danger? You dragged my friends to this world trying to get to me and it’s all because—” 

She stops. Jaw set before she closes her eyes. Willing the storm to calm— though he isn’t sure that calm is the right word when she opens them again. But she had… suppressed it. Pushed it down and away, as she swallows her pride with a deep breath. “...because no one else can do this,” she concedes quietly. 

Part of him wants to reach out and comfort her. Knowing the world could not have not been kind; that the trials she faced more harrowing than any story could properly capture, for her to change so drastically from the kindhearted soul he once knew. 

Instead, he grips his staff tighter, keeping the distance between them.

[shalpilot]

two guys doin fuck all ‼️‼️‼️

[eorzeanscholar]

“𝙈𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧…

𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨.”

[dawntread]

in my darkest times, i find myself again there on the bank of silvertear. that summer, i dragged you away from your books and your theories when i could not keep up with your rambling any longer, though not for lack of trying. i needed the air, the wilds, the water. though i enjoyed your passionate lectures, i needed your laughter. selfishly, i needed to rattle you from your perch on high above me and get our boots mucked with mud and silt. you were the strangest sort of man - and i think i know plenty now about strange - but stranger still was your tolerance of me. no matter how many times my eyes would glaze over of their own accord, you endeavored to explain to me the workings of the crystal tower with the same fervor that you studied the thing itself. i wish i understood even half of what you taught me. when the memory sours, and i worry that you wasted that bullheaded determination of yours on me, unbidden i think of your smile, and the summer sun at your back, and i realize that although i've killed gods and kings, i never could've stopped you. still, i hope to be more worthy of your grace when you awake. your friend, yroh'a

— VIERAPRIL, DAY 3: Nostalgia

(my wol uses she/they pronouns)

this was harder than i thought it was going to be and i kind of overcomplicated the process + figuring out the camera proved to be the most difficult part but! guh!!! it's done!!!! \o/

these two deserve a whole thesis paper and their relationship in ARR could be a short essay but for this prompt i really just wanted to think about g'raha as a microcosm of much of yroh'a's anxieties and hopes and needs at the time. symbolically, he encapsulates her tensions between what is expected of her/what she is seen as by others, and who she feels she is inside. the latter, if you didn't glimpse it from her (unsent, unread) letter, is not a very loving or confident depiction.

the CT raids to me are a (comparatively) lower stakes adventure and a departure from The Plot for yroh'a. and, because i played it during the summer, i always think of summer vacations when i think about CT. all of that to say is - though this is more headcanon than actual canon, g'raha is the first chip in her armor. although their time together was short, he saw more of her in that time than most of the scions. and his own fervent need to prove himself was obvious to her, and they had a kinship in that. she let more of her messy humanness bleed out from the tight lid she kept on it all.

but it wasn't ever going to last. and yroh'a has to put her armor back on once it's over. but g'raha and N.O.A.H and that summer in mor dhona becomes her kind of mental happy place that she keeps coming back to. her reminder of what she really loves about being the warrior of light.

[eemamminy-art]

ear wiggle!!!