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ALPHINAUD LEVEILLEUR ⬤ FINAL FANTASY XIV
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[Alphinaud knows she doesn't like to cry but sometimes you have to lance a wound to make it better. He holds her patiently, and the thought that her crying might make him cry doesn't even pass through his mind. He's been sleeping fitfully too, but he was trying to endure it. He should have checked on her, first.

He sucks in a breath as he hears her sob, and leaves more soft kisses in her hair, nuzzles into it even. He would never be caught dead doing this in public but it's them and it's okay and it's what their mother would have done.]

We're all right.

[He pets her hair with one hand, and then her ears.]

Whatever you saw will not happen. That cannot happen... We will not let it. We are here, safe and surrounded by friends, and the threat is gone.

[They've fought to the brink of the darkness itself. He thought he was dead when he covered her body with his own. And while he never wanted to die there, he was ready to.]

And if a new one is born-- [he swallows harshly, having trouble with his throat so full of sleep and feeling] -- if it should come to that, then we will face it as one.

[Gods strike him down should he ever manage to become separated from her. He loves her so much that the world seems incomplete, gray, broken without her in it. He could never.]

[fearlessly]

[ he isn't wrong. they have faced so many terrible things since first they left sharlayan's shores - monsters and beasts, great primals, even their own grandsire, and that was during their first year alone. since then they have come so far, grown so much; alisaie is ever protective of him, and that is not anything new, nor will it change any time soon. she may very well always be protective of him.

but she stood aside when he left for garlemald. she did not chase him to kholusia when they arrived on the first. she trusts him, his strength, and his ability to look after himself. logically, she knows this, and that affirmation will settle into her heart soon enough.

after the image of his face and body twisting with light begins to fade from her memory.. ]

Aye..

[ she finally manages at last, once her sobs have slowed to soft sniffles and thready, hiccuping breaths. ]

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[It's so rare that she's so broken, but lately it feels as if the world has been testing them. And he feels for her, for being separated from him for so long only to go to the First--

There are so many things that could have gone wrong, and so many that did. If she was having nightmares, then he couldn't blame her, because he has found himself sitting straight up at night clutching his blankets thinking that it's Alisaie's shoulder. Not for the first time, either.]

Aye, [he repeats, soft and tender. And, given a moment, he begins to hum a very, very old lullaby. His voice isn't... professionally trained or anything, but it doesn't matter because it's them and it's familiar, and it gives him some measure of comfort too.]