#yvaine aradia

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«PGSM» of Balmung  ▶  Yvaine Aradia

  ↳     Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

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Yvaine Aradia as The Star 🌟

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Forgetmetnots AU Khit’li Mewrilah insp: Fast Love @yvainearadia ♥

They welcomed him back with open arms and well-meaning taunts, declaring that they had known he’d come to his senses eventually. What could be better than the Keeper life? They hoped he had had his fun out there, but not too much fun, wink wink. Adventuring was a great distraction, but he had his place here, in the Shroud. The forest was his home, the Keepers his people. And it wasn’t just he that needed them, either; they needed him, remember? Genetic diversity and partnerships between clans were of the utmost importance. They did not hold his forays against him, but it was good to have him home, where he belonged, and now that he was of age he could take his rightful place as the third son of the matron’s daughter. 

He was allowed to stay for less than a week.

The fairies were a fascinating curiosity, his ability to read the texts to summon and ally himself with them an asset - but he could not stay; his brother was in residence for visiting Keeper females, Khit’a’s birth status making him more desirable still, but the fairies and his ability to heal would make him a better trade, and as word got around he had already been requested. They would see him when next he passed through their part of the South Shroud. It was good to see him, but time would turn quickly between their parting and next meeting. It would only be a number of moons.

He left his chocobos with them, their familiarity and behavior too painful and distracting. Their concerned calls were eventually soothed by his siblings as he retreated from camp on foot, leaving the entirety of his past behind without looking back. His steps were measured and steady, his thoughts quiet as he pushed through the familiar brush and walked beneath familiar trees, his lone footsteps still sounding too odd to ignore, despite his wish otherwise.

While had gotten used to the dark again, its embrace was not as comforting as he remembered it to be. He was safe here - there were precious few predators of the Shroud that would dare threaten him now, and yet the quiet and the shadows that stood out in high relief did little to lighten his mood or ease the heaviness that shrouded him; but, then, that was too much to ask of the night and he did not deserve to make the request to begin with, even if he had sought it.

Two days of travel brought him to the headquarters of the clan that had made the request for him; he knew some of them from their younger days at Clan meets. The women in question were indicated by the matron, and slowly he slid into his role. They teased him about his mood, he responded by becoming more agreeable,  as he knew he should. He flirted, they teased; he applied their paint, they applied his. They hunted, he showed off his skills in the art of healing as well as the art of war, speaking in the whistles and clicks to support and complement the tactics of the Hunt Leader. They returned victorious. They sang. They celebrated. They offered their thanks to Menphina. As dawn approached he did as had been arranged.

For the next three weeks he was with them, each night similar to the last, though whom he spent the dawn with varied night by night - sometimes with the same young woman, other times with one of her sisters or cousins that were ready to bear a child. They made their own arrangements as to whom he would be with; he took cues from them. After three weeks his time was up; he left without knowing if he would sire children with any of them, and knew that those children, if any, would only know of him; he would not serve as part of their lives in any meaningful capacity. He went on to the next clan that had requested him, his instructions coming via messenger from his home.

The next clan was much of the same. And the one after that. 

It became easier to lose himself in the persona he presented, to let himself go and enjoy the moment as thoroughly as he pretended, and so long as he kept the attention focused on them, so long as he kept everything at arms’ length, he could smother those emotions that he dared not reveal and bury them deeper and deeper. Before long, the truth only threatened to escape him on the long solitary journeys between camps, when it was just him, the night, and the moon, though once, in a Keeper camp in the northern reaches of the South Shroud when a clan member had elected to entertain them with songs played on a harp, he came close to making a scene with his flimsy justification to excuse himself.

He could not handle that. While their styles were quite different, while she was nowhere near as talented with the instrument nor had she the same wave-like quality with which she played, the notes that resounded from her plucking of the strings hurt as though it was his own heart she played. This time, while he sat alone “on watch” suspended in the branches of a tall tree, he let the fairy sit on his shoulder, as she always used to do, and took comfort in that familiarity as the notes wafted to them on the breeze. She didn’t try to communicate, or get his attention, and made no reaction to the trails on his face that shone in the moonlight but to sit closer. 

The very life he had tried so hard to escape was his. 

The life he had wanted so much and worked so hard to build had permanently escaped him, the life he cared for so much more than his own, by his own mistakes lost forever. 

He was Khit’li Mewrilah:  Former resident of a seaside cottage. Former adventurer of Eorzea. 

Former husband of the late Yvaine Aradia, may she find peace.

Now fully a Keeper of the Moon Miqo’te.

( ˘ ³˘)♥ I’mma call this little AU series will i write more? probably, mwahahaha, i like hurting him >D Forgetmetnots because :> I got inspiration for this listening to George Michael’s Fast Love which this was almost called hahaha what is sense for the thousandth time and considering how sad the lyrics are, for the thousandth time, if you need convincing, listen to the Adele cover that she did after he died because it does a wonderful job of highlighting how heartbreaking they are but for the first time thinking about it in terms of a character and how devastated they would be by losing a lover and just. :> it went from there~♥

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I kinda want to see everyone else’s WoL on this part let’s make this a meme

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take me somewhere we can be alone i'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run you'll be the prince and I'll be the princess it’s a love story, baby, just say yes  

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Another amazing set of edits by @kukurubean​  Thank you so much as always!!

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