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[wanderingviera]

[ pillow ] sender pats the pillow next to them, encouraging receiver to climb in bed beside them (Haurchefant 🥺)

Dawn could not possibly be that far off. Despite the warnings of catching her death, Kenzie had spent a fair bit of the night wandering the wooded perimeters of Camp Dragonhead. Sleep was ever elusive, and she was naive enough to think that maybe the feelings of paranoia and guilt would fade the longer she spent time here. Knowing what was coming in the day ahead riled something within her though. 

Today they were due to enter Ishgard proper as wards of House Fortemps. They would be leaving the safety of Camp Dragonhead, and though they were promised the same in their new temporary home, Kenzie was not fond of the thought. The political game that waged simultaneously with the war on Dragons was intimidating enough. But, her companions and herself were refugees, and people were sure to turn up their noses and sneer. Ishgard may keep to itself, but she was certain the word of her criminal charges would have reached at least the three remaining high houses already. The name Gates of Judgment would be laughable if it were not so godsdamned ironic. 

Finally the Viera stopped pacing the high stone walls when the birds began rousing in the treetops, signaling that the first rays of light were not far off from peeking over the horizon. It would be hard enough to keep Tataru from fretting today without knowing she had not slept, and she was not quite in the mood for another motivational speech that sounded more like a lecture from Alphinaud either. If she snuck back now and crawled into bed, she may even miss the soldiers milling about for the sunrise changing of the guard. A few winks of sleep would do her good, the energy would be needed for the pageantry to come. At least that was what Kenzie told herself as she re-entered the building that housed the remaining Scions and a few members of camp that were higher up the chain of command. 

As suspected, all was quiet. Her only companions were the flickering oil lanterns on the wall, lighting her path through the command room and back to the common area, where the stairs would take her to the upper levels. On her way through, her gaze flickered to Lord Haurchefant’s desk. It was odd to see the high-backed wooden chair empty, but it did not surprise her. In fact, she was thankful the Knight Commander was getting rest for once it seemed. 

Residual warmth from the large hearth in the common room began to thaw her, bringing relief to her frozen ears and nose. Getting warm would be difficult given how long she had spent out in the frozen dark, but she couldn't complain too much when she had done it to herself. Gloves were discarded and shoved into the pocket of her thick woolen coat as she approached the fireplace. Her hands stretched out before her, trying to warm them faster, but as the heat licked along her skin it left not much but tingling ache in its wake. Just as quick as she shoved her hands outward, Kenzie withdrew all together, opting to warm them by cupping her hands over her mouth and blowing hot breaths into them. The process was much slower, but it was less painful, so she would have to settle for it. 

Who knew how long she stood there basking in the warm glow of fire before turning on her heel, deciding to head for the stairs. Kenzie hardly made it a step when she froze all together, halted by the sleepy-eyed Elezen that silently greeted her on the steps. It seemed Haurchefant was not resting like she believed or hoped. 

Of all the possibilities, she was thankful it was him who caught her sneaking about in the wee hours of the morning. The kindhearted man was not prone to questions, and it seemed now was no exemption. Instead of speaking, all he did was search her face with heavy eyes and a sleep-addled smile. It was almost enough to make her sigh a breath of relief. One look was all it took to know Haurchefant saw her, reading her like an open book. He saw her worrying, freezing, exhausted. And instead of interrogating her or lecturing her, he simply waved a hand for Kenzie to follow as he turned and began making his way back up the stairs to the private quarters.

The moments that followed were confusing, but Kenzie didn't dare speak. Noise would likely wake her companions and bring them to the halls, and that was the last thing she wanted at present. Instead she wordlessly followed Haurchefant as he led her the way opposite of her own accommodations. If she had even an onze of brain power left, maybe she would have hesitated at the door her companion held open for her. It was his room. Not as if she would be able to guess by the decor, or lack thereof. But where else would he have taken her? 

The realization of where she was finally hit her when she stood nearly in the middle of the room, taking in the sights of a place she surely should not be. His bed was stationed against one wall, a fireplace took up nearly the entirety of the wall opposite, to the side of the hearth sat a threadbare sofa, and finally a wooden armoire stood against the wall near the door. Finally when she gained the cognizance to speak, Kenzie turned back to search for Haurchefant behind her. 

She nearly expected to find him at the door, but the knight had knelt at his armoire to pull clothing from the drawer that ran the width of the bottom. When he rose, he offered what appeared to be a spare set of sleep clothes with an outstretched hand. The most explanation she would get came in grumbled whispers when she took them with a raised brow. “I will not look, nor do you have to change, but I think you may be comfortable in something a bit more warm and dry. You may lay your coat out near the fire, it should dry by the time you wake.” With that, the pale-haired Elezen made his way back to his bed, climbing under the thick layers of covers. Haurchefant rolled to his stomach with a quiet grunt, his face toward the wall, and eyes closing just as promised.

Kenzie contemplated his kindness for a moment, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot where she stood. But her desire to be warm eventually won. As quietly as she could, she undressed near the fireplace, doing as told and laying her coat out on the stone floor before it. The rest of her clothing was carefully removed and folded, the stack left on one side of the couch and her boots sat before it. The top given to her was much too large, the sleeves covered her hands and the bottom hem reached far enough to excuse it as a dress. The pants were not much better, but she was thankful for the cord at the waist, allowing her to cinch them in place to keep them up on her hips.

“I-” Kenzie started when she was no longer sure what to do, but she was quieted when Haurchefant shifted, moving his head to face her and peek a bleary eye open. She was still so far from his bed. A hand emerged from under the covers and patted the spare pillow beside him, before he drew back the layers of covers for her expectantly. “Whatever plagues you, my friend, it must wait till morning. You need your rest, come.” Even when groggy with sleep, Haurchefant's words were true and stalwart. 

Kenzie knew there would be no room for argument, nor did she have the will to do so at this hour. Once more she did as told, crawling into the slightly too small bed and letting the knight toss his covers over her as she settled on her side facing the fire. He may be inviting her into his bed to warm herself and rest, but she didn't dare encroach on his space, giving him plenty of room while she laid near the edge and watched the flames dance on the other side of the room. It was not the most comfortable way to lay, but she would gladly take it. Being here was safe, comforting, now if only she could manage to drift off to sleep with someone so dear to her laying so close…

[wanderingviera]

Arranged marriage AU starter sentences

“So you’re my future bride/groom? You’re not what I expected at all.”

“I know it doesn’t seem so, but I will take care of you.”

“Let’s get this straight, I’m only agreeing with this arrangement so my parents would shut up.”

“I…think I’m in love?”

“You don’t have to worry, I’m never going to touch you.”

“I look forward to getting to know you better.”

“Are you scared? Don’t be. ‘ll protect you from today onwards.”

“You are the reason why I can’t be happy.”

“I don’t want to marry you at all, the person I love is someone else.”

“We’ll make this work out.”

“Don’t run away from this, from me!”

“I can’t believe they’re making us get together.”

“It’s crazy, isn’t it? Two complete strangers who know nothing about each other being brought together like this.”

“The moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be.”

“I know it’s already been arranged, but let me do this properly…Will you marry me?”

“All right, all right! If you’re so against it, then we can work together to sabotage our own wedding!”

“If I don’t win your heart in a month we can call off the wedding.”

“You are mine now. Don’t look at anyone else.”

“Don’t cry. I promise I will love you and protect you to the best of my ability, til death do we part.”

“I have loved the idea of you since before you were even born.”

“ have been eagerly awaiting the day I could finally meet you…and I am not disappointed. You are beautiful.”

“I don’t think this is going to work out. It’s a mistake to go through with this.”

[wanderingviera]

[ shield ] the sender drags receiver behind them to keep them safe (Zenos~)

The yelp that sounded from the Warrior of Light was loud and sharp as her back hit the ground hard, effectively knocking the wind from her chest with the sound. Her head hit the ground in the fall too, but the crack of bone meeting stone blended into her startled outburst. The woman was by no means invincible, but she thought herself well-versed in combat at this point. She was no longer the green and naive girl, barely into adulthood and unskilled as they come, walking into The Roost in Gridania. Kenzie was known far and wide as the Champion of Eorzea, but what match was that for the man that now towered over her?

While there was no doubt that Garlemald's research teams mixed with poisonous Ascian influence were to blame, Zenos’ possession of the tainted false Echo was still a bit of a mystery to the Scions. Krile was their foremost lead on the subject, but even she knew little of how exactly it came to be. The Echo was a blessing, at least previously viewed as such, not something that could be implanted in another. But that blast of twisted aether was unmistakable. It was as if shadows twisted into light and took hold, choking out its brightness, staining it with the blood of those lost to create it. It was nauseating to say the least, and mixed with the struggle to draw in breath and regain herself, Kenzie was useless. One clawed hand gripped at the front of her clothing, trying to slow her gasped breaths, while the other pressed to the floor behind her in attempts to prop herself up while trying to stop the room from spinning.

Ice-blue hooded eyes peered down at her, seemingly void of emotion as he took in the sight of the Viera sprawled on the ground before him. Something frigid gripped her soul as she stared back up at him, fear, anger. Kenzie was certain this was the end, he had her defenseless. Instead of bringing his scythe down in what was sure to be the bloody end of the Warrior of Light, he turned his back to her, his attention falling on the few Scions that remained standing. 

Like an apex predator staring down its prey, the blonde took a crouched stance before her, leisurely resting the staff of his scythe over the expanse of his shoulder. Kenzie could no longer see her friends past Zenos, though for the moment she wasn't sure if it was the sheer-size of the male blocking her view, or the concussion she gained blurring her vision intermittently. But she could hear his monotone voice as he spoke to the Scions. “There is little stock in which of you leaves with your lives. If you choose to forfeit your weapons instead of yourselves, I will make one thing clear. You will not have your champion… I grow tired of watching you stuff her into a mould of godhood. None of you view her for the beast she is, rather you simply will her to be all you want her to be. No more. I intend to bring her to her true potential. She will bare her teeth and claws at me to tear each other limb from limb, or I will end the pathetic mewling creature you have tamed her to be. No matter the outcome, I will have her, and there is naught you can do to stop me from having what I crave.”

[wanderingviera]

PROMPTS FOR THE ROMANCE OF HANDS & TOUCH *  include 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ table ] sender reaches for receiver's hand under the table

[ knowing ] sender has been holding receiver's hand all this time without realizing it and hurries to let go

[ cling ] sender scrambles to grab receiver's hand in a hasty situation

[ tangle ] sender carefully knots their fingers with receiver's

[ thumb ] sender starts gently caressing receiver's knuckles with their thumb

[ squeeze ] sender reassures receiver with a squeeze of their hand

[ aligned ] sender lays their hand flat against receivers, lining up every digit to compare sizes

[ pinky ] sender hooks their pinky finger with receiver's

[ ring ] sender admires a ring on receiver's hand

[ desperate ] sender is in pain and squeezes tightly to receiver's hand to channel the agony elsewhere

[ let go ] after holding onto receiver's hand for a while, sender finally, reluctantly releases their grip

[ swing ] sender holds receiver's hand and starts swinging their hands back and forth in a playful way

[ promise ] sender performs a pinky promise with receiver

[ piano ] sender begins tapping their fingers along receiver's back like they're playing a piano

[ shoulder ] sender sets a hand on receiver's shoulder and leaves it there

[ strand ] sender reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind receiver's ear

[ fix ] sender gently fixes receiver's hair

[ boop ] sender lightly taps the tip of receiver's nose

[ clean ] after eating, sender reaches up to clean something off receiver's face

[ napkin ] sender uses a napkin to tidy receiver's face

[ chin ] sender takes receiver's chin between their fingers and holds it

[ lips ] in the midst of an intimate exchange, sender smooths their thumb back and forth over receiver's lips

[ play ] sender plays with receiver's hair

[ knead ] sender gives receiver a much needed shoulder massage

[ accidental ] sender and receiver reach for the same thing and their fingers brush unintentionally

[ pat ] sender pats the top of receiver's head

[ thigh ] sender begins caressing along the receiver's thigh

[ smooth ] sender strokes up and down across the receiver's arm

[ comfortable ] sender picks the receiver's legs up and drapes them over their lap

[ straddle ] sender guides the receiver over and coaxes them fully onto their lap

[ shirt ] sender slips a hand up the receiver's shirt

[ hem ] sender plays with the hem of receiver's shirt

[ loop ] while standing behind the receiver, the sender hooks a finger in the belt loop of their trousers

[ pocket ] sender slides a hand into receiver's back pocket

[ guide ] sender uses both of their hands to guide the receiver into a kiss

[ push ] in the midst of a dangerous situation, the sender pushes the receiver out of harm's way

[ shield ] the sender drags receiver behind them to keep them safe

[ remind ] sender sets their hands on both sides of receiver's face and tries to get them to look at them directly

[ pressure ] sender sets a hand on the small of receiver's back

[ neck ] sender sets a hand around the base of receiver's neck and gingerly kneads the muscles there

[ braid ] standing behind the receiver, sender starts braiding their hair

[ undo ] sender takes receiver's hair out of their updo/ponytail

[ clasp ] sender helps receiver put on a necklace

[ zip ] sender assists receiver in zipping up or taking off a difficult piece of clothing

[ wave ] sender waves goodbye to receiver for the very last time

[ both ] sender takes both of receiver's hands in their own and guides them close to one another

[ hug ] sender slides both arms around receiver and clings to them

[ handshake ] sender and receiver shake hands and hold on to each other a little longer than intended

[ behind ] sender hugs receiver from behind and tucks against their body

[ sleep ] sender is asleep and reaches for receiver in the middle of the night

[ spoon ] while spooning, sender tangles their hands with receiver

[ tap ] sender appears behind receiver and taps their shoulder to let them know they're standing there

[ patch ] sender patches up a wound on receiver's body

[ propose ] after a successful proposal, sender slides the engagement ring onto receiver's finger

[ paint ] sender applies body paint to receiver's nude form

[ undress ] sender takes their time removing receiver's clothes piece by piece

[ cover ] sender shoves a hand over receiver's eyes, preventing them from witnessing a terrible sight

[ pillow ] sender pats the pillow next to them, encouraging receiver to climb in bed beside them

[ gift ] sender offers a wrapped present out to the receiver

[wanderingviera]

This is an oc x canon safe zone.

[wanderingviera]

Ask game idea! Have your followers send you NPCs and you describe your OC's feelings/relationship to that NPC!

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[wanderingviera]

[ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. (Zenos~)

Kenzie had to admit, the plan as proposed had been crazy. She had been offered up as bait, prey ensnared in a ‘trap’ to try and lure Zenos from the stronghold he held within Doma Castle. The afternoon prior, the unhinged bastard had allowed her and the Scions to walk free with the promise to meet another day. But Kenzie did not wish to wait, if there was an opportunity to hit the Garlean forces hard and unexpectedly by eliminating Zenos, she would be willing to take a few risks. The one credit she gave the male, he was smart, and not easily swayed. So she would give him the one thing he wanted from her, Zenos wanted to feel like a hunter capturing high value prey. If he wanted the chase, that is what she intended to give him.

That was how she found herself walking through the practically abandoned town and docks on the northwestern edge of the Glittering Basin. Conveniently, she was alone. Even more conveniently, she happened to be wandering through when the Imperial patrol was making its rounds. Of course they caught her unaware, as was planned. The viera offered no resistance when the two fully armored guards shackled her wrists and ordered her onto the boat. She could practically feel the pride radiating off the pair, only able to imagine the praise for themselves sounding in their minds, about what rewards the great Zenos yae Galvus may offer them for delivering the Warrior of Light right to his makeshift throne room. 

During the short boat ride, and much longer march through Doma Castle, Kenzie took note of what she could. The two guards did not have the common sense to blindfold her thankfully. Counts of guards and personnel were tallied in her mind, along with the random one or two Doman citizens she noticed. Clearly they kept little auxiliary support here, meaning the capture of Doma Castle had been little more than a front of power to keep the Domans oppressed and subservient. At least that meant very few people were priority rescue before they enacted Plan B, if they had to.

The mixed reactions were noted as she was paraded through the levels of the castle. Some imperial soldiers recoiled at the sight of her, murmuring whispers about how poorly she was restrained compared to the threat she had previously posed. Others simply stared with what she could assume was ill-believed triumph, as if their battle had ended that quickly. As they approached the two guards standing watch at the throne room, one audibly scoffed. “The savage bested the Ultima Weapon and the late Gaius van Baelsar… to only have the thing shackled- it is of no matter, Lord Zenos has been alerted and is awaiting her delivery.”

Part of Kenzie was surprised when the two large doors opened, torturously slow, to reveal an empty gallery room, with a lone person standing on the other end. Zenos. With or without the helmet, she knew who it was. That unique armor had been plaguing her dreams for weeks. Maybe that was a reason she was so willing to launch headlong into such a half-baked plan. Of course, she had her regrets now, but they wouldn't help her. Her mission was clear: get in, pinpoint Zenos, cause chaos, and flee. She needed to raise as much confusion as she could in a short amount of time, disorienting the legion here just enough that Zenos would have no choice but to give chase himself. If she could lure him back to the shores she just departed from, it would all be over, she was sure the Scions, Lord Hien, Yugiri, and Gosetsu were already there and waiting. 

Her two ‘captors’ marched her forward till they were about a third of the way into the room before they halted her with a harsh yank at the shackled chains between her wrists.

“Oh, how… disappointing, beast. I grant you mercy, allowing you to live another day to prepare for our meeting, only for you to squander it and find yourself captured.” Zenos spoke, not deigning to turn her way and look at the object of his obsession. Of all soldiers held within these walls, and not a single one questioned how easily the famed Warrior of Light had been captured? She may as well have been found with a pretty bow tied tight around her neck, just for him- imbeciles. “Truly you think so little of me, this little ruse of yours will not end well for you… Release her.”

“Yes, My Lord!” The pair called out. The left one reached for the key attached securely to his belt. Release her?

The order Zenos gave the guards confused Kenzie, and though he had seen through what brought her into Doma Castle, he was allowing the two to free her? For some reason, the thought chilled her blood. Zenos was too comfortable with her presence. There must have been something she did not account for, something she had missed, something she could not piece together in the few moments it took the Imperial guards to unbind her wrists. 

The one to her right landed a blow to the back of her knee, sending Kenzie buckling forward, putting her on her knees as an act of helpless submission. A leather wrapped hand grabbed the tip of her ear and pulled hard, yanking her head to one side as he leaned down to snarl through his metal helm. “Mind your tongue girl, lest we cut it out. Then how will you cry for mercy from Lord Zenos? You’d best pray to your false deities that he kills you himself, I think many soldiers including myself would love to take part in desecrating Eorzea's symbol of hope-”

Kenzie had not been listening, at least not fully. Her focus was on Zenos. The initial pain of the grating guard yanking her ear was hard to ignore, but that droning voice filled with such vile smugness- it's not as if she wasn’t used to people speaking to her like that. His words were something that had gone in one ear and out the other, never to be thought of again. But she had to have let her focus on Zenos lapse for a fraction of a second. Because one moment he still had his back to her at the other end of the room, and the next he was standing before her, blade drawn, with crimson staining the sharp edge, running down its length in droplets. 

The guard that had been spewing threats made a garbled, wet noise. Something akin to a gasp. Then there was the sound of metal clanging to the ground at her flank. The viera nearly turned her head to look at the crumpled guard, no doubt bleeding out beside her, just to see what had happened, till her brain registered the sticky warmth splattered against the side of her head. Dread filled her momentarily, was that her blood on his blade? No, couldn't be, she did not feel any pain. There was far too much blood pooling in her peripheral vision to be her own. That much and she would've lost consciousness by now. 

Icy blue eyes peered down at her through blonde lashes, only for a moment, before that cold gaze flickered to the man he had slain beside her. “I would urge you to mind your tongue, speaking such filth to someone that exceeds you by thousands of malms. Then again, such warnings would be wasted breath, it appears as if you've already drawn your last.” 

Kenzie should have been scared, with how quickly the gap had been closed between her and the enemy. She should have been in a frenzy, starting the fight that she would inevitably flee from, if she could just get one good hit in on Zenos- she could do it. But she could not will her body to move, pinned where she knelt when that vacant gaze returned to her dirtied face.

When he spoke again, Zenos did not address her, despite the way he stared at her as if he was trying to assess the make of her soul. “Let this be a warning, the Warrior of Light is mine to hunt. If the beast breathes, she is mine to capture. I will not have another tarnish what I intend to do by weakening her or wearing her down. She will give me her best. I want to see her bare her fangs. I will be the only one to make her feel like the trapped animal she is. I am assured I am well understood.”

“Y-yes, My Lord!!” The lone remaining guard stammered out confirmation, topping his bleating reply with a salute.

Finally, fear struck Kenzie. He understood what she had come here to do. Suddenly, the worst place in the world to her was to be trapped inside of Doma Castle with this monster.

[wanderingviera]

“food as a love language” prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-

⋆ “i know you said you weren’t hungry, but i made you something anyways.”

⋆ “you seemed a little off on the phone, so i wanted to make sure you had something nice to come home to.”

⋆ “i heard you reminiscing about it the other day, so i called your mom and got the recipe.”

⋆ “hey, hey- i know you always say you don’t have time to eat breakfast before you leave, so i got up early to make you something you could eat on the go.”

⋆ "you know i don't mind that you can't help me while i'm cooking. wanna help me plate it up now?"

⋆ “of course i remembered what you like, why do you think i always have it made fresh when you come over? i’m not actually a psychic.”

⋆ "well you said you were craving [insert food] and it's too late to run to the store to grab it so yeah, i made it for you."

⋆ “come on, i can see you’re starving. just let me make you something, you know i don’t mind.”

-ˏˋ. actions / scenarios ˊˎ-

⋆ practising cooking a dish from their friend/partner's childhood in secret before serving it to them for the first time

⋆ gently reminding them to eat

⋆ always having the ingredients for their comfort meal on hand in case they have a bad day

⋆ navigating around their sensory issues with food while cooking for them without being asked

⋆ dropping off food for them during a stressful day

⋆ being patient as they teach the other how to cook

⋆ learning how to prepare food from their home country for them

⋆ wordlessly setting a meal down in front of them after they come home at the end of a long day

[wanderingviera]

Hi, I'm an FFXIV character-focused blog looking for other roleplayers, writers, and artists in the community. I'd love more mutuals to toss around headcanon ideas and share creations with. If you're active, please reblog or like this post so I can nab you! I can't promise I'll follow everyone (because there are probably thousands of you!)

My personal blog is where I reblog everything! @eris-vito

[wanderingviera]

[Had a lovely Ceremony of Eternal Bonding to a dear friend, but it was so late, we were all too tired to stick around and spend time on pictures. Another friend that could not make the EB wanted to see my glam, then agreed to let me use him as a guinea pig for posing and such. Thanks for being such a good sport Nano, I got some good practice out of this! Don't think I did too bad for my first time posing!]

[wanderingviera]

Recently a prompt was answered, one for Kenzie running her fingers through @sunderedoldfriends Haurchefant's hair. It was admitted that there was nearly a far more angtsy take written for this prompt, and it was asked that if I decided to write it, I share. You asked, and you shall receive. Good morning, friend :)

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There were many thoughts racing through her head as she held the Elezen man’s torso across her lap. Hells, it had all happened so fast, she wasn't certain her own brain had caught up to present. That bolt of searing light, the split seconds in between when spear met shield. It had been meant for her, should have been her swift end. Kenzie should have done something, she should have shoved him aside, should have found a way to shield him. But he had made the call for her. He recognized that while they were both mortal, she needed to be protected for once. The Warrior of Light needed to be one to leave with her life today, not him. 

He had told her some time ago that to serve, to protect was a knight's calling. But Twelve forsake her, please, not like this-

She had heard every wet, rattling breath, every word he spoke in his last attempts to comfort her. Here he was, standing in the light of Halone, ready to walk Her halls, and he was comforting her. The only things that registered to her were his voice, softening slowly, the weight of him in her arms growing heavier by the minute, and the warmth of spilled blood seeping along her clothes. All she could do was nod to him, and even when he asked her for a smile as a parting gift, Kenzie barely managed. It was weak and tearful as amber eyes frantically searched his face.

It may have only been two minutes for him to pass in her arms, but for Kenzie, it had been eons. For all she had known, another Calamity could have befallen them, they could have welcomed another Umbral Era, and she would forever be frozen right there on that airship landing. 

Crimson dripped from the corners of his mouth, color seeped from already porcelain fair skin, lips turned icy blue instead of that soft pink that should have been there. The light drained from eyes the color of dawn, and with it went all vibrance in the world around her. 

“No… no, Hauchefant… please, do not leave me like this…” A soft voice begged, foreign to her own ears as Kenzie dropped her head to his chest. That's when the sobs finally wracked her frame, clinging to the man she had grown to love, the man who never got to hear those words from her lips. Curse her own insecurity, now she was having to profess her love for him to the shell of what he once was. 

She prayed to every one of the Twelve, especially Halone, that the words would reach his ears wherever he was. May he hear it echoing loudly in Her halls above the bells that welcomed him home, the confession she never got to make. “I love you, please don't go-”

Another sob shook her as her companions looked on, their own grief mixed with sorrow for their friend and savior. Kenzie never balked at anything, and here she was, crumpling before their very eyes.

They afforded her those few minutes with him, after Alphinaud was certain there was nothing that could be done to bring him back to them. The shuddering sobs had stopped just moments ago, and when Kenzie finally lifted her head, only quiet tears remained. For likely the last time, she looked upon his handsome face, leached of all warmth. Gods above even just a few more minutes would have been enough, if they were so set on tormenting her and robbing her of her love. 

Trembling fingers raised, brushing through his hair over and over, memorizing the texture of his locks and how they slipped between her fingertips like falling sands. His hourglass was up, and there was no flipping it to start again. One final pass of her touch had her pushing his bangs up to expose his forehead, and a second later, warm lips pressed to freezing skin. A kiss to send him off, the first, last, and only one she would be able to give him. Final words were whispered against him, her final message. 

“I promise to become the hero you saw within me, I will make you proud and finish this fight. I will save Eorzea- anywhere that needs saving- and I will spend the rest of my life doing it. But… when my time is up, I will come to you, my love… Wait for me, Haurchefant… I will see you someday soon…” 

[wanderingviera]

5/31/24

How does your wol(oc) say "I love you" without saying "I love you"?

[wanderingviera]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".

[wanderingviera]

5/29/24

What is something your wol(oc) fears?

[wanderingviera]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles .)

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from ��their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .