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Tell me how hard will I fall if I live a double life. by chrysopoeia_valance
Fandoms: Final Fantasy XIV
23 Jan 2022
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This stranger – who he’d shared meals and flasks with for the past half-month – this stranger’s eyes offered the most warmth he’d seen. Mayhap in some sick perversion of irony, the man’s gaze reminded him of the sunshine upon green Coerthan pasture when he was a teenager. How could he brand Gaius as an outsider, hold him far away, with such a truth?
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20 Feb 2025
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Refusing to give in, I see, he says quietly.
She does not speak her answer, of course, but she does not need to.
Very well, he says. If you will not allow me the reins, then let us work together, you and I.
The shadow of Fray hangs over them both.
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05 Nov 2024
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Vrtra invites Gaius to Radz-at-Han to ask his advice on a personal matter. As Estinien's former lover, he's in the best position to educate Vrtra on how to use his simulacrum body with Estinien.
Gaius, while a little baffled by the offer, agrees to some hands-on training for the satrap.
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29 Aug 2024
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Set pre-Shadowbringers, spoilers, Sadu/Cirina slowburn.
"So you are serious, then. This decree from your gods sends you not once, but twice to another's camp, and still you obey." Tapping her nails against the rim of her cup, Sadu deliberated over which nuances might be best to strike at first. "Speak again of these terms which have bound you."
"Six gifts in full," Cirina replied.
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30 Aug 2022
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Set several years pre-game, spoilers through MSQ 5.5 and for all Field Notes. Warnings for pet health / animal care, including illness, injury and death. Mild Lyon/Menenius pre-relationship, Lyon character study.
The squirming lump of feathers in the soldier's hands is a miserable thing. No bigger than a hyur's pot helm, its ragged wings droop like broken flags across either side of the man's gloves, glossy feathers gone grey with dust. Its eyes are bleary, lids swollen and crusted over with discharge from an infection. Rivulets of fluid seep down its cheeks. Its beak is dull; one of its feet is missing, the leg terminating in an oozing stump. The creature pants when it breathes -- dehydrated too, undoubtedly -- and almost certainly plays host to every parasite Bozja has to offer.
"Hm," Lyon says.
Series
- Part 1 of we will never come home from this war
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15 Jun 2022