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SUMMER ICARIAN ✦ FINAL FANTASY XIV (WoL OC)
RESIDENCE ✦ Residency
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby

"...ltros, what are you doing with that, put that down right now you little —"

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[basura_boi]

[ Ezar has enough manna that he doesn't feel immediately hungry for once, and thus he decides to treat himself to something that'll actually make him happy. He heads to the top of the tallest building in Sumarlok, riding the elevator just to preserve ever bit of manna he has for what he's planning.

The wind seemingly generated by every tall building tugs at the sober black, high-collared shirt he's wearing and pulls strands of hair from his braid as he walks across the roof, unerringly to the edge, and then hops onto parapet.

It's a long way down. Ezar smiles to himself, head tilted back toward the sky for a moment as he breathes to taste the wind and feels himself already letting go. He's tired of the ground so solid and unforgiving beneath his feet.

Then, with the grace of a diver, he jumps. ]

[voidgates]

[The fact that Summer and Ezar both wind up atop the same tall building in Sumarlok has a very "what were you doing at the devil's sacrament" vibe to it. Obviously it didn't take her long at all to be drawn to the prospect of being so high up, and while theoretically she would've been perfectly content to just hang around up there and admire the city view from the clouds looking downward, that all changes when she's suddenly not alone on the roof.

She doesn't hide, strictly speaking, though she doesn't go out of her way to make herself noticed, either. Quite the contrary, she sort of gravitates to the shadows and stands there beneath the shade of an awning, mostly just getting herself out of the way to watch and observe and see what he does.

(At first blush, she assumes he's coming to brood. Then, as he hops up onto the edge of the parapet, she remembers he said he was a dragoon — though he's not wearing his armor, so what —)

...

Oh.

He hurtles over the edge — yet not with any sort of unhappiness, but with purpose — and in a split-second's time, Summer arrives at her own equally stupid decision.]

Stay here, Ultros —

[She bids her ever-faithful criminal of a mammet, even as she's running for the edge with similar practiced ease and diving off after Ezar.

...She's. Probably got enough of a handle on Amethyst magic to catch herself. Most likely. Yeah. It'll be fine.]

monster week

[misunderhood]

[ Summer dictates her post to G'raha from the floor of the bathroom, which takes a bit longer partially because of the length of his nails; and partially because she insists on exacting specifications for how he formats the entry on her behalf.

He's concerned over her - he knows she's not transforming into a Lightwarden, familiar with the Peri aspect of amethyst at least, but that won't ease her mind or the fact that she's running just as hot as she had when she was containing the Light. He cannot even offer her his lap to rest in. Between the nine red, bushy fox tails he has tipped in white, and the rough almost- translucent fur that now seems to cover his entire being, he's not exactly cool to the touch.

So, he's sitting in the bath tub, tails curled up around him, while she lays on the floor, and he has both their tomestones sitting on the rim of the porcelain. He reaches down occasionally to brush her hair back, and after a moment he hesitantly calls out. ]

Ezar? Would you be able to fetch something from the kitchen?

[ Because of course Ezar had shown up. At this rate G'raha was expecting Aerith to show up next, herded in by demand. ]

[basura_boi]

[ Ezar is not in the bathroom, and he's grouchy about it. Blah blah, too big, blah blah. So he's been pacing around outside, feeling generally restless. ]

Aye. What you want?

(very)late night text

[basura_boi]

Oi Summer you awake

[voidgates]

No, I'm asleep. Zzzzzzzz. Mrrrrrrrr. Zzzzzzzz. Mrrrrrrrr.

Why are you awake?

text | un: blackestnight

[haredresser]

Hey
i have a question for you

[voidgates]

who is this

delivery

[basura_boi]

[ Left on Summer's pillow one morning Ezar's been over, timed such that he is able to leave the gift without being seen and then get the hell out of the apartment before it's discovered: one pair of fluffy, dark green socks, perfect for wearing in bed, sized just right for Summer, and definitely hand-knitted. ]

text; un: enolastname359

[basura_boi]

Summer

[voidgates]

Rolanberry :)

text; un: e.nolastname359

[basura_boi]

[ becauses of this ]

why the fuck did you do that

[voidgates]

you're going to have to be a bit more specific rolanberry

i do a lot of things

text sent to both Summer and G'raha; un: e.nolastname359

[basura_boi]

[ a screenshot of part of this exchange ]

???????????????????

[misunderhood]

[ Ah, does he really want to explain? No, but he will. He promised Ezar he would. ]

Tis Gaius's speech given to the Warrior of Light at the Praetorium. It preceded his first defeat at her hands.

Delivery

[basura_boi]

[Ezar noticed you are literally wearing the same pair of socks every day, Summer. Thal's balls, you're going to wear them out, you utter gremlin.

So he leaves another pair of hand knitted socks on her pillow. These ones are black, less fluffy and more suited to every day wear, and have a little pattern of rolanberries and stars around the tops. ]

responding to your post I DO WHAT I WANT

[bloodwhet]

i want to produce manna.

[ ... ]

that is for the list. Not a request for help.

[voidgates]

you know i would help you if you needed it of course

[Hmmm.]

does it feel good when you do it?
do you like it i mean

text

[basura_boi]

hey summer

do you know this 'aymeric' guy

[voidgates]

[..............is this a joke. is he joking? one way to find out.]

i know someone named aymeric
what does he look like

text; un: enolastname359

[basura_boi]

something weird's up with marcel

missing time he doesn't feel good and so on

don't think it's a manna problem don't know what it is

we're at his apartment

[voidgates]

missing time?

what's wrong with him
what's wrong with him what's happening

do i need to come over

does he need help you have to help him until i get there

text | un:lilies_and_ribbons

[fallen_cetra]

((This text comes in shortly after Aerith threatens to check with Summer and G'raha in this conversation.))

Hi Summer~! It's Aerith!

Quick question! Now that you and G'raha have successfully swept Ezar off his feet, Ezar's doing the thing again where he still thinks he's just a side piece or something like that even though its been ages and I was wondering if he's actually like, a proper boyfriend/mate/husband or something. So I just wanted to ask you and G'raha since I know Ezar will probably insist he's nothing special to either of you and his opinion is really unreliable when it involves his own self worth.

Anyway thanks to both of you for taking such good care of him, by the way!!! I owe you guys cookies or something, what do you and G'raha like?

[voidgates]

[ ]

um

text; un: burger king, to summer and ezar

[misunderhood]

What do you call a Miqo'te in a sleeping bag?

A purrito.

text; un: rolanberry

[basura_boi]

no ಠ_ಠ

text; un: rolanberry

[basura_boi]

hey summer

[voidgates]

hey what

text; un: blackestnight

[haredresser]

do g'raha or rolanberry take you on dates?

[voidgates]

aye, and fairly regularly too

why

un: rcelaanbestia

[bloodwhet]

is the little voidsent unwell. he is acting strange

[voidgates]

do you mean ultros?

why
what is he up to

action

[unicornknight]

[ ooc: continued from here ]

[ True to his word, Haurchefant is indeed waiting for Summer by an ornate fountain in one of Primavera's larger parks. He's dressed in much more casual attire than Summer is used to seeing, and at his side is his faithful chocobo companion, Violetta. She's wearing a cute bonnet and kerchief sewn by Pinya that looks very similar to a certain duck featured in a series of children's picture books...

He waits patiently for Summer's arrival, burying his fingers deep into the soft plumage at Violetta's neck. The chocobo trills softly, clearly pleased with the attention. ]

Have patience, my darling. She'll be here soon.

[ He scans the various passerby, keeping his eyes peeled for matching Summer's description. Which, he realizes, belatedly, that he actually doesn't know what Summer looks like, but he's fairly certain he can recognize someone from his own world!

He pulls out his tomestone for what feels like the hundredth time, checking it for any messages concerning Summer's imminent arrival. ]

[voidgates]

[So. She's going to see Haurchefant again. Haurchefant is alive and she's going to see him again, he's alive and breathing and not dead and dying with the life spilling out of him and Alphinaud wailing and Aymeric trembling and blood dripping down the edge of his last shaking smile while he looks for one of hers one last time —

So. She's going to see Haurchefant.

She's just going to see Haurchefant.

And really it's a blessing that she'd promised to bring refreshment with her when she comes, because it's something mundane and habitual and routine: finding a shop, waiting in line, securing sweets and drinks and the cafe's somewhat pitiful excuse for a "side garden salad" before setting out to the park that is their appointed meeting place, hands laden and with an apple shoved unceremoniously into her teeth for good measure. It helps to have something to bite.

It's warm enough out that she's foregone her usual floor-length skirt and robe in favor of something lighter, a one-shoulder shirt cropped high enough to allow an Ishgardian-scandalous strip of her midriff to show. The mid-thigh cut of her shorts is offset by a pair of tall heeled boots that come all the way up her legs, leaving just another bare strip of skin visible between one hemline and another. And behind her, ever-present, trails Wind-Up Ultros, squishing and wiggling as ever, but thankfully not getting into too much mischief.

And then, as easy as breathing, she rounds a corner — and there he is. Haurchefant Greystone, living, breathing, in the flesh, flanked by what must be the world's best-loved chocobo.

And she's got an apple in her teeth so she can't call hello.]

Mmf...

[But fortunately, she's adaptable, and quick to remedy the situation — the bag goes between her knees, the now-freed hand plucks the apple from her teeth, and that's the first impression it appears she's going to present to a man who in another universe once died to save her life, as her voice rings out along the garden path: ]

Splendid!!

text; un: blackestnight

[haredresser]

hey
i have a favor to ask

[voidgates]

of course what is it

text; un: rolanberry

[basura_boi]

why didn't you tell me he is the fucking lord commander person

[voidgates]

the same reason i didn't tell you that i'm the warrior of light

[basura_boi]

((after this...))

[ Depending on the time, he might have to wait for Summer to make it home or might have to come home himself, but he waits until things are reasonably quiet. Then he goes over to her, picks her up, and carries her over to the couch to sit with her on his lap. He rests his chin on her shoulder, one arm around her waist, quiet for a moment as he sorts through all the things he thought he might like to say and finding them all wanting. ]

[voidgates]

[Well. It's not as though this particular course of action comes entirely unexpected, given the givens, but still, being picked up and carried with no preamble is still worthy of an: ]

Eep!

[But. Far be it from her to put words in Ezar's mouth, or to guess at what this might be concerning without letting him find his thoughts in his own time. So for the time being, she simply lets herself be cuddled, accepting that her studies will wait patiently on the desk to be resumed another time.]

text; un: blackestnight

[haredresser]

HELP HAURCHEFANT WANTS TO GET MARRIED

[voidgates]

DID YOU SAY YES

text; un: rolanberry

[basura_boi]

did you know that flour is explosively flammable

[voidgates]

well i do now i suppose

text; un: rolanberry

[basura_boi]

this is really dumb but you're better at this stuff than me

[ screenshots of text conversation ]

????????

[voidgates]

oh rolanberry

all right
what part has you so confused exactly

another night, another dream, but always you;

[voidgates]

[One night, Summer dreams of a city.

It's difficult to say offhand which city it might be, or if it's even one that truly exists to begin with. There are elements of consistency, certainly — it's cut stone underfoot, reminiscent of a place like Ishgard or Ul'dah or the Crystarium. The buildings around are tall and proud. But whether the stone is gray or brown or white, whether the weather is frigid or sandy-hot or just altogether too bright? Truthfully, it's too murky from the outset to tell.

The surroundings aren't the only thing that's nebulous and clouded-over, either. The people who wander the streets and keep vigil in the commercial districts are more formless shapes than proper faces — ideas of citizens, rather than the real thing. Mayhap if one were to look at them hard enough, and hold enough of a concept in one's mind, they might start to take on a form reminiscent of a person familiar, but...

But that's not how this dream goes, not for Summer.

There's something oppressive about this nightmare-that-isn't-quite-one-yet. There's a tension in the air, a creeping shadow of something not quite right. Mayhap you watch Summer for a while as she weaves her way through the shapeless crowds, seeming to look for — something. At length, you might discover the feeling that you're looking for something, too, though you couldn't possibly place what or why.

Maybe those are your own feelings. Maybe they're borrowed from the environment you've wandered into. Who's to say, really?

But in every iteration of the dream, sooner or later one of two things will happen: either Summer will notice you, if you happen to wander close enough for her to spot you, or if you choose to keep your distance, you'll eventually see her spot someone else.

In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't much matter. Either way, the outcome is the same:

What should be a familiar face, Summer discovers, abruptly isn't, and a look of slow and disbelieving horror crawls across her expression as she starts to back away, eyes wide and recognition (or rather, lack thereof) dawning.]


[OOC: So! As this is a dream/nightmare of Summer's, I'm willing to play with the elements of it and allow the overall flow of it to be affected by the visitor to her experience! The details just have to adhere to the basic outline above — she's in a reasonably urban-ish city environment (sorry, Gridania and Il Mheg), she eventually sees someone she knows, but when she approaches them, she doesn't appear to recognize them. Within those general guidelines, please feel free to add elements of your own! I'm willing to play fast and loose and just kind of see where things go from there.]

[basura_boi]

[ Ezar has only seen Amaurot once, and that the nightmare glimpse from Summer's not-quite-memories, the burning sky. Somehow, perhaps drawing from Summer's memories again (or perhaps something else) this time it's an even more clear vision of the dying city, the burning sky.

This is not the first time Ezar has had this dream since he first saw the city, for all he does not talk about it ever, in the hopes that it will simply go away. He wanders the debris-filled streets, lost, but not so much afraid as grief-stricken. The sight of the burning sky no longer overwhelms him and spills over into tears, though it does still ache.

He spots Summer at the same time she sees him and feels no small amount of relief at a familiar (...except this city is also familiar in a different way, and he does not want that...) face, a safe person, someone he hopes will tell him that it will soon be all right. ]

Summer!

[ But there's no recognition on her face, and maybe that's because this is truly a nightmare. Nonetheless, he reaches out for her. ]

Summer, please....