10 Works by doublelion
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You thought it started in Rhalgr's Reach, but it actually began before that. Moons ago, when a pilus had given you the report of the events that happened in the Praetorium and of Gaius van Baelsar. Your interest in Eorzea was at the time, effectively non-existant. But even you couldn't stop for a moment, reading about this champion of the land. They called her the Warrior of Light. Eikon Slayer.
Your finger found itself rested on top of her name, if only for a moment.
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How much Light did she need to bleed out of her?
The question was raised, and the knife answered.
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Was it too late to dive into the ocean?
Twelve above she was walking towards her.
Yeah it was too late now.
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There was a corner in your heart that spoke of invincibility, of how you would be fine. How it could never happen to you. You were young and vibrant and a flower that was flourishing underneath the sunlight. You had your whole life ahead of you.
As you stared at the dark crystal beginning to form, your mortality stared back.
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His hand was already digging into his sturdy coat. “What is a gift between friends, Doctor?” he questioned, pulling out a fine crystal bottle with a warm, golden liquid inside.
A gift from Silverash was never just a gift. It was one of those kinds, with invisible strings attached at every part. This man did nothing without a reason, nothing was done out of a whim. In the back of her mind, she could see the frown on Kal’tsit’s face.
Her hand laid outstretched for the bottle.
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“Thanks. Oh, right, Doctor, wanna hang out with me for a while? The view is pretty nice. We don’t… usually get to see things like this back at Kjerag.”
Her eyes turned to the vast gray skies, to below to see the land stretching before them. Faraway dark mountains to the east that attempted to scrap the skies, greenery near the horizon that slowly drifted into dead, yellowing earth. Not the palette she would have painted with. It was a touch too dreary, but Avery could find the beauty in it. Kjerag was a land of white, so something like this could be breathtaking in its own way.
She brought the coffee to her lips, blowing once to avoid searing her mouth. It was blissfully warm, filling the empty cracks. “I can stay awhile.” The paperwork could wait.
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She just wanted to be herself. Whoever that may be.
Hopefully someone she could be happy with one day.
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na·scence | \ ˈna-sᵊn(t)s
(noun)
a coming into being; a beginning.
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you weren’t given much time to ponder that, as the summoner spoke up again. “líf, can we talk?”
“i told you that we have nothing to discuss.”
“you know that’s not true.”
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She had not gone to any of the ceremonies after his passing. Those were human rites, and as a dragon, there was simply not a place for her. Even if there was, she saw little point in going. She needed no comfort, no pity. This was a song and dance she had been through before, and she needed no partner.
Even if this tune sounded different, even if these steps felt unfamiliar to her practiced feet.