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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]

Summer?

[ Always, he's prepared to believe her over his own perceptions. He looks down at his hands in confusion, expecting to see the claws of a monster. But his hands are still his hands, and when he touches his own face, it still feels like his face. ]

Nothing's wrong with me? Is something wrong with me?

[voidgates]

[The thing that ought to be someone she knows — it reacts to her apprehension, right before her eyes. It turns the place that ought to be its face towards things that might be hands. It reaches up to touch itself, like for just a moment it's cognizant of its own deficiencies.

It's only once its perhaps-fingers make contact that the pieces begin to fracture and fall away.

From each place where it touches itself, seams like ice cracking begin to splinter outward, stretching and rippling across the expanse until they intersect with each other, form shapes, outline shards. It mumbles something she can't discern, and the first of the pieces falls free to shatter like glass on the ground, leaving behind nothing but a black void in its place.

Wild-eyed, repulsed, she shakes her head desperately, backing away another few steps before finally turning outright to run.

Retracing her steps means heading back into the fires and chaos of the collapsing Amaurot — but, well. Even now, that seems to be the better option.]

[basura_boi]

[ The look on her face hurts, even before she runs from him. And almost, Ezar lets her go, already feeling the horrible, sinking darkness that assumes whatever has happened is his fault, and the only way to solve it, to not hurt her, is to remove himself.

But now. He's fought with himself long and hard, both successfully and at times unsuccessfully, to escape that feeling, to know that it is invariably a lie. It's never as simple as a single decision, to choose to not be the one who lets go and hides. It's a choice to be made again and again and again, every day, every week, every month, to try even after after failing. But maybe, just maybe, it's starting to get a little easier.

Where once he would have let her go and wallowed in the hurt of it, now he takes a firm mental grip on himself, swallows that hurt, and follows. At the least, he can't desert her, not in this horrible, burning place, not when she's so scared.

A black mage, even one as fit as Summer, is no match in speed for a dragoon. He catches up easily, in time to see some... thing big and with far too many eyes and teeth where eyes and teeth had no business being, burst from a collapsing building.

He runs in, knowing full well this will probably get him kicked in the nuts or punched in the neck or maybe both, grabs for her, and jumps. ]

[voidgates]

[Endure the first doom, comes the thought from nowhere — not really anyone speaking so much as just an understanding, a certainty that comes into being when the beast makes itself known. And for a fleeting second, the terror in her subsides as it hardens like molten steel into the blade of a sword. Tis not that she's any less terrified of this monster as the one that she's been fleeing from, but this is a monster she's faced before. This is one she knows she can kill.

Black mages are sometimes called starcallers, she'd told Ezar once. Mayhap it was a mage whose creation magicks brought forth this particular beast, enshrining within it that selfsame power to bring meteors crashing to earth. It will do so now if it gets the chance, she knows — rain them down and bring the buildings to fall on her, and she's only just starting to look for a safe place to stand and engage it when —

And then suddenly she's soaring, grabbed and sent hurtling high into the sky, the creature watching her with all its hideous eyes and mouths from down below as if debating whether to pursue its fleeing prey, or to move on to choicer morsels now that this one has been drawn out of reach.]

[basura_boi]

You're not supposed to be fightin' things by yourself.

[ He's certainly no warrior nor dark knight, but that also doesn't really matter to him so much. Ezar lands them both on the top of a building, pausing to try to get the lay of the burning city--but nowhere really looks safe to go, as such. There's just bad and worse, worse being what they left behind, bad being out in the open in a place where fire is raining from the sky.

How long, he wonders, does he have before Summer tries to get away from him again? Though he can try to preemptively find a solution. ]

And mayhap don't look at me, if I'm that ugly. Least 'til I find us somewhere safe to set down.