Sasslett

#1 Azure Dragoon

Tumblr vet. Lover of Elezen, home of my WoLShip, admin/founder of FFXIV Swap, here to have a good time.



She's like the full moon, hot like the sun, shines her light on everyone, my starlight.

“Look!”

Jess’ gasp drew Varrus’ attention to the front of the group, where the woman had stopped, kneeling beside a bushel of flowers growing alongside the road - not any that he recognized. Not that he’d presume to know every flower in existence, much less those that grew in these foreign lands, so high in the sky, in the ruins of the Churning Mists as they were.

“Mourning lilies,” Moghan explained, fluttering above Jess as Ysayle, too, knelt to inspect the flowers. “They say they grew from Shiva’s tears, kupo.”

“They’re gorgeous,” Ysayle gasped, plucking one and tucking it behind her ear.

“Wait, I’ve got a better idea.” Jess stood and moved behind the Elezen, grasping her long, silver hair and whipping it into a quick braid, neatly tucking the lily into it once she was done.

“Beautiful!” Moghan chirped, twirling in the air and plucking another.

Varrus couldn’t help but smile, watching the three picking flowers together and braiding them into each others’ hair; even Alphinaud had joined in, searching for the brightest blooms. It was something so innocent, so beautiful, so serene… The pure joy on Jess’ face, the beauty of the light flowers against her dark hair… Just another reminder of how much he loved her. How much he wanted her.

So enthralled in the scene had he been that he’d nearly forgotten about Estinien, who snorted beside him, crossing his arms.

“We are wasting time.”

“Let them enjoy themselves,” Varrus grumbled, shooting a glare at his surly cousin; he didn’t need to be able to see his eyes to know Estinien was glaring right back.

“As they fool around like children, Nidhogg stirs in his lair.”

“Is there nothing that brings you joy anymore?”

He scoffed. “We will speak of joy once Nidhogg is dead. Do not forget why you have come… or what you have lost.”

As if he ever could. No, the night of Nidhogg’s attack was seared into his memory, the sight of everything he ever knew burning to ash, of the bodies of his friends and loved ones alike, the acrid smell of smoke and smoldering wood and more, the bitter cold contrasted by the scalding heat of the flames…

Yet he also knew his heart had room for new memories, new experiences… like the sight of the woman he loved, joyously braiding flowers into her hair, laughing with her newfound friends, all her concerns and worries melting away in the wind. And in that very heart, he knew exactly what mattered the most.


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