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"Why do I have the feeling things are going to get much, much worse…?" The words dripped from the Viera's tongue with potency, his soft-spoken voice for you to hear alone as his golden eyes tentatively met your gaze. His golden hues shifted, ascertaining your expression, and for merely a moment, they tempted thoughts as they landed upon your lips, before meeting your gaze once more. Behind them, it had not been hard to see the man's clear concern, the rest of the scions surely already getting ready to board. You needed just another moment, and that moment, you wished to spend it with the gleaner who made your heart flutter in your chest from the moment your eyes met.
You wished to simply ebb his concerns, and yet, you were not immune to fear. Blasphemies roaming the Source, the uptick in dynamis, let alone heading straight to the source of eons of suffering...all these notions laid thick upon your heart. Your stomach had been churning since the moment you had agreed to find Meteoin, to confront the young yet elder familiar. Even so, you pushed your lips upwards the slightest.
"Please hold it in your heart that we will succeed," you conjured forth from your lips, your tone surprisingly far more confident than you had even felt. Your fingertips were quick to linger upon the man's shoulder, ever unsure whether you wished to hug him, comfort him, or allow yourself to succumb to that of lingering feelings. Sometimes, surely, you had distaste for being the symbol of hope, as you could easily still be seduced by fear. All the while of your climb to your goal, your mind was sure to think of that of the Source, hoping all the while that those you loved still held their form. "I will see you soon, Erenville, with the star in a far more peaceful state."
You had always been someone who could use words to deflect that you felt fear. With Alphianauld and Tataru in Ishgard, you were sure more than once if it hadn’t been for such a skill that Alphianauld would have easily fallen into that of despair. No matter how empty the confidence was you presented, you pressed onwards, and you had clearly gotten yourself this far. Headlong into the Final Days, into a spot where the single misstep could cost dearly.
Erenville scoffed softly at your words, pursing his lips for a moment, before his gaze had met yours once more. "I hope your empty words ring true, Y/N," he spoke, hardly above a whisper. His lips parted once more, as if to continue onwards, before they shut. He had made your decision you still teetered the line with, a lithe arm pulling you close, while his other hand rested in your hair. A moment of hesitation, not a smile, but the Viera dipped the ilms to capture your lips.
This hadn’t been the time for soft sentiments, but as you felt the man's surprisingly soft lips glide over that of your own, you could feel a new sensation within your bosom. The fear you held, that daunted upon your heart, seemed to dissipate, if only the slightest. You were unsure how it was those soft lips tasted, if it had been a peach, or an apple that lingered ever so slightly upon his lips. Y/e/c eyes fluttered shut as you reveled in the moment, knowing full well that it could be the only moment you would receive a kiss from the handsome gleaner you had met in Labrynthos.
Your arms rested loosely upon the man's shoulders, digits intwined in the depths of midnight locks as you simply took a moment to savor the way your heart fluttered for a reason other than that of fear. His body pulled against you had been that of a subtle warmth, though you could feel the way his own heart raced as you entangled. The scions surely would have held words for you, let alone Fourlechant, but there had been no background noise. Entangled in the Viera's arms, for a mere moment, Sharlyan only held the two of you.
His forehead rested against your own as the two of you separated, golden eyes quick to keep your gaze. "Be true to your words," he murmured, something he sounded as if he had to say in that moment. They still had been barely above a whisper, but they held the urgency of a scream within a calm package. "I'll be waiting for you."
There had been no question, from either of you, whether you held feelings for that of the handsome Viera. For a moment, you wondered if mayhaps it had simply been his confidence, and yet, you watched as he forced his lip to curl the slightest upon the edge. Erenville surely feared more than he let on, but to give into such despairing would be that beyond saving. Golden eyes upon you, speaking for you to come back home to him, had been a warmth in itself.
You could feel your lips curl upwards the slightest, the flutter of your heart still a present thought. There was no more room for words, no more need for such things as you spoke solely with your y/e/c eyes gazing confidently into his golden hues. The world resolved to view once more, those lithe arms setting you free to save that of the star itself. One last gaze upon him as you entered the ship, you nodded, before disappearing from sight.
Alisae had surely made a comment about the two of you, a soft jest, but the smile that lingered upon your face had not been forced. The warmth in your bosom forced the words past your lips for the ship to engage, far before Alphianauld could attempt to fix his lacking enthusiasm. Your hand moved to your chest as you balled it, closing your y/e/c eyes.
I will be true to my words, Erenville. I have to be.