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ALPHINAUD LEVEILLEUR ⬤ FINAL FANTASY XIV
residential district ⬤ a tiny house
moonblessing ⬤ IRIS

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post update sads....

[fearlessly]

[ to say that alisaie is not satisfied with their work in norvrandt would certainly be a lie. things were difficult, the road was not always easy, and they all of them worked tirelessly to see it through to the end, but it was well worth the results. not only did they learn much and more about the nature of their universe, they also defeated a terrible ascian threat, and saw to it that what remained of the first was well and truly saved. there is an immense satisfaction to be had in that, and alisaie does not regret even one moment spent there. watching hades disperse into the aether had lifted a great weight from her chest.

but there are.. things that still remain with her, difficult and painful memories that she has not gotten the chance to fully process and internalize. life in amh araeng was painful and difficult even before losing tesleen, and since then, from the moment the warrior arrived their days had been full of movement and purpose. she had had no time to mourn. no time to process her grief. she had buried it instead, as she is wont to do, and now that she is here again, back in lunatia where time feels slow and lazy, it is.. beginning to catch up. wearing on her.

it creeps into her dreams, as insidious as a poison.

alisaie's hands tremble as she carefully turns the knob to alphinaud's door.

more often than not it was alphinaud who crept into her bed, when they were young - thunderstorms or ghost stories or things that went bump in the night, all of these would send him wailing to her bedside. it was not as often that alisaie returned the sentiment but sometimes.. sometimes when she was feeling lost, or lonely, she would come to him. it's been many long years since last they shared a bed at night, not since they were children, still close, before age and life drove a wedge between them. but she goes to him now, stricken and pale, and without a thought she slips under the covers and presses close, her hands grasping tightly in his nightshirt.

he's here. he's alive. he's real. it was.. it was only a dream. ]

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[lightsworn]

hey, err, alphinaud.

i seemed to have acquired a large amount of cakes and i can't possibly finish them all myself.

care to help?