faelight: ( final fantasy iv ) (rydia)
faelight ([personal profile] faelight) wrote in [community profile] sunflare2021-12-29 10:49 pm
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final fantasy xiv open post



original characters

Amri Nahjiit | WoL or Non-WoL R'akiva Tia | Adventurer Mairwenn Ansamhawyn | Pirate Captain Jae-Ha Avagnar


npcs

Urianger Augurelt Emet-Selch Venat
Ryne Yugiri Mistwalker Ysayle Dangoulain


in progress/coming soon

Alderic Lanverlais | [personal profile] unbequeathed
fairlyskilled: (hyth089)

[personal profile] fairlyskilled 2021-12-30 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's had all of a day to think it over - not even quite that, in fact. A grim afternoon gathered around a table, a heated conversation with Emet-Selch. A long night so far spent staring sleeplessly at the ceiling. But no rest is likely to come to his troubled mind tonight, so after far too long aimlessly thinking himself in circles, he pushes out of bed and crosses the hall to the room where Hermes has tucked away the little familiar. Or whatever they should be calling that familiar fragment of soul.

He hesitates there for a long moment before lifting a hand to rap his knuckles softly against the door, wondering if she were already asleep. ]
bureaubrat: (034)

im making an executive decision for both angst AND smooches

[personal profile] bureaubrat 2021-12-31 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ hythlodaeus has always loved mornings. watching the sun slant in, warm and gold through sheer curtains, lying in a warm bed beside someone you love - is there truly anything better than this?

waking up beside hades is, for a moment, like living in a memory. their legs are tangled, hades' breath tickling his ear, and it's just so familiar that hythlodaeus can swear that he sees the skyline of amaurot through the sheer curtains when his gaze flickers open. it is just another beautiful day.

but then the memories begin to tumble back, and he recognizes that this room is not his own, but an inn room, and the skyline outside of the window is gridania's rolling trees. they have been given another chance, another lifetime. the memory is fading.

and yet.. hades remains here, with him, and isn't that all that matters, in the end? their legs are comfortably tangled, their bodies close, and warm, and though it has been eons since last they were able to touch it still feels so achingly familiar that it is all too easy for hythlodaeus to reach forward and brush the hair from hades' sleeping face, as he has done a thousand times before. ]


Wake up, sweet prince.
fairlyskilled: (hyth009)

Because one angsty thread wasn't enough I guess?

[personal profile] fairlyskilled 2022-01-01 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's an almost physical pall that hangs over the city. Empty streets and dark skies. A sense of grief. Of impending doom. Of an insidious aura of fear that permeates every corner.

Hythlodaeus enters the tall building and lifts a hand in an absent wave to the figure behind the front desk, bypassing him and heading for the lift. It's only a few moments later that he's stepping out onto one of the higher floors and heading for one particular closed door.

He gives a brief knock on the surface before pushing inside without waiting for permission. It's late enough now that the building is mostly empty, and he senses no one else within the chamber except for the person he's here to see. ]


You lost track of time again.
snarkitect: (emet091)

[personal profile] snarkitect 2022-01-04 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ The afterlife is, of course, something that Emet-Selch would consider himself a pretty notable expert on, even if his focus had shifted away from his stewardship as so very much time had passed, and his mission had changed. Even so, there are still many mysteries about it, even to him, about that last journey, about that final step. His is one that should have happened very, very long ago, and his soul is weary in ways that he could not name. And yet, as he drifts to the Aetherial Sea, he persists, until his feet find purchase on something solid.

Color and light begin to coalesce, half-formed like memories as a path unfurls before him. For a moment, he is alone - it is quiet, so quiet, but the solace is an old familiar friend by now.

However, whether it be fate or dynamis or something else, things do not remain that way for long, because no sooner has he taken his first step towards his final destination, than does another figure come into being at his side, like she has been there all along, and he simply hadn't noticed, despite the color of her soul being very familiar to him.

Venat. Not as Hydaelyn, but as herself, the woman he remembered from before The Final Days. Not someone he had expected to encounter here, and ye smeone which he has so much to say, and nothing all at once. He has long suspected the universe had a cruel sense of humor, but this is something else completely.

Or perhaps it is simply the notion that they have unfinished business, that there are things they must say to one another.

Though it takes a great deal of willpower to do so, he schools an unaffected expression upon his features, one hand on his hip as he sighs. ]


Well, I suppose it may as well happen this way.
naturewalk: (shrug)

[personal profile] naturewalk 2022-01-04 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sure you understand this already, but all of this is a little unusual, from the gleaners' side. We usually work alone.

[The road from Yanxia to the Azim Steppe is longer than the map made it seem, and the terrain is altogether unfamiliar to Erenville. It isn't his first trip this far east, but it is the first chance he's had to venture to the plains and deserts of the Xaela.]

Then again, without a trustworthy guide, I'd probably not be here at all.

[He lifts his arms in a shrug, then his shoulders, adjusting his pack to settle more comfortably. This assignment might fill him with anticipation, but it is an assignment. Forgetting to treat it like one would be silly.]

So tell me, what should I expect once we reach the Steppe proper?
bravekeeper: (101)

starlight continuation!

[personal profile] bravekeeper 2022-01-04 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
( from here )

[She watches him intently for those moments, searching his own face in turn, looking for any trace of uncertainty and instead finding herself admiring the gentle, smiling curve of his mouth, the delicate slope of his nose and cheeks, his fine brows and bright eyes, his full lips that she now knows the feel and taste of. Some of it, perhaps, is what the remains of who she once was remembers— but the draw feels too strong, too real, too present for it to be only that.

As she'd said, she's not the Azem that he knew— which, she decides, means her curiosities and desires are entirely her own, whatever faint memories may reside within her. She gives him a faint, lopsided smile as she watches him patiently.]


What are you looking for—

[She cuts herself off as he leans down to meet her, to claim her lips, and without a second thought, she is kissing him back just as fervidly. The experimental hesitance that their first kiss had held is now gone, replaced instead with a decisive reassurance of want.

If they both want this, then perhaps they owe it to themselves.

She gently pushes a hand against his shoulder as they kiss, her lips parting eagerly against his, tongue curious even as she nudges him to roll onto his back, easing one leg over his hip with intent as her fingers skim downwards along the curve of his neck and move to trace along his collarbone, shifting herself to straddle his hips.]
meteia: (alreadylost @ dw-17)

now sing with me once more

[personal profile] meteia 2022-01-14 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ for thousands upon thousands of years had she waited at the edges of the universe, the ends of reality. thousands upon thousands of years and songs and voices crowding her ears, their thoughts. so much pain, misery, suffering, despair. they had taken it into themselves and it had become theirs.

their song.

until the familiar from elpis, the so-called warrior of light, had come along and shown her that things could be different. that there was hope. after so long, it was a strange sensation. hope. perhaps she should have waited a little longer or tried harder for etheirys, but by that point there was nothing but despair, no hope to bring back to hermes, only an empty void.

and she had taken it unto herself.

now, she sees etheirys with new eyes and a new song. hermes is gone and she yearns for the time lost, for the person he once was, and mourns the one he became, the fractured soul full of despair and hatred. in his memory, with hope for a better world, she takes to the winds again, a tiny little blue bird flying through the aether, following the currents, riding the highs.

soaring on hope.

at least until she spies a familiar, yet long-lost to time and memory, head of white hair far below her. someone she had also wronged, who had helped to defeat her, who had suffered alone for these thousands of years. meteion pauses, her wingflaps slowing as she considers her many possible courses of action, before she finally settles on one. allowing her body to drift on the wind, she lights on a nearby bench, her head tilted upwards towards the woman almost in a question.

now to see if venat remembers her or cares to even acknowledge her. meteion... wouldn't blame her if she didn't. ]




[ ooc: lmk if anything needs to change ♥ ]
songonthewind: (070)

Sailing the Aetherial Sea

[personal profile] songonthewind 2022-02-01 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ The months following her return from Ultima Thule and the Scions immediately "disbanding" themselves in the aftermath had blurred together in a chaos of travel, hard work, and way too many deeply emotional conversations. Highly uncomfortable, if she was perfectly honest about it. But people had needed help and her friends had needed assistance and if throwing herself face-first into task after task to help them out had pushed off some long-overdue soulsearching on her part, well...

Who was she kidding? She was pushing that off as long as she possibly could. But even then, things quieted down some. She grew restless, the lull between matters that demanded her immediate attention growing wider and wider. Which was how she found herself sitting on the docks of Kugane late one evening, watching the sun set beyond the far horizon, nothing on her looming agenda and a melancholy air surrounding her.

Soulsearching indeed.

It started as a niggling thought in the back of her mind. A curiosity that formed into a question and then a string of them. A wondering, as an idea took shape. Probably not a very good idea, in truth, and if any of her erstwhile companions had even been on this side of the star while she was considering such reckless ideas, she's sure their inner trouble alarms would be blaring in their ears in warning. She'd expect Alisaie to immediately ignore it and jump in with her with both feet, of course, but that's beside the point.

Said point being, she was here and on her own with nothing demanding her attention for the foreseeable future. And with nothing looming ahead of her to hold her attention, it instead turned... back.

Which is how, after a scrambled week of intense research and study and a few hair-brained tests with questionable results under her belt, Yona finds herself flinging her consciousness out of her own (safely tucked away) body and following the shimmer of stars and souls and memories into the beyond.

Into the Aetherial Sea.

A soul crystal is clenched tightly in one hand, gleaming and sending out a pulse of warm magic with each beat of her distant heart. A beacon, even if she hadn't intended it as such. But considering she's here to search, maybe that can only aid in her efforts. At least, that's what she hopes. Because otherwise? This is a very large and unknown place and she's not even really sure where to start looking, now that she's actually made it here. ]