Decided with a new path comes time to do a bit of an update to Dest’s wardrobe. While we both still love and adore the purple for her, we picked up some nice summery shades as well. Gives her a bit of variety. An pastel/light shades work so well on her. Overall her color is still purple but at the same time I do like some of the other shades I picked. Cream Yellow, Meadow Green, Pastel Green, and Sky Blue.
Totally ooc but @skysteelsun I finally finished the MCH story!!! 😀
She felt like she was heading to some kind of war. Armed with her bow and half mask. Geared for a struggle. Which in a way this would be a struggle of it’s own. She went to face the man who had helped make her life hell for many moons.
Pausing for several long moments as she stared up at the gates leading to Ishgard. This was it. This would end one of two ways. Her death or his. There was no other option. Even if she had to die she would do so to protect them.
The letter was still fresh in her mind. Threats against her mother and brother. Dragging her brother into something like this. They barely spoke as it was. Now his life was in danger without him even knowing. There was no one to protect her mother and brother but her. Especially since if she involved anyone else he had threatened to kill them. The noose was already around her neck. Now it was her choice on how this all ended.
Twelve be damned if she would let this end with the blood of her family on her hands…
Even if it meant her own death. One life for many. It was a sacrifice she was willing to make.
Destiney marched into Ishgard with a purpose. Straight to the Aurifore household. Now before her nerves failed her. Before she could second guess herself. While her resolve was still as strong as steel.
Thankfully the door was already part way open. A younger looking version of Lancefer with sea green eyes and tousled hair was on his way out. Destiney brushed past him without a word, leaving the boy looking a bit flabbergasted. Straight towards the study where she knew Vladislav would be. Doors banging open as she shoved them and stepped inside.
Vladislav looked up from his paperwork. Clearly not amused by the current level of noise. Though that expression soon became a smile of triumph as Destiney stood before his desk on the other side. Even if he couldn’t see her full expression with that mask he knew he had won. His prize had just delivered herself right to him. Without even considering he might be keeping guards after the incident with the trial and his son’s death. They waited off to the sides in the shadows. Waiting for his signal.
“This ends now, Grandfather. No more games. No more threats. Just you and I.” Destiney said as she reached for her bow. To hell if this would be a crime. He hid enough of his own crimes behind the money and power he had built in his lifetime. More blood on her hands was a small price to pay.
Glimpses of that day she nearly died. The feel of blood on her hands. Blood of men who had been innocent of the crimes she hunted them for. The aftermath she recovered for years from. Yet this time…
Her hands were steady as she aimed that arrow at Vladislav. If nothing else the Aurifore had made her stronger in hunting her. In accusing her of things that were not wrong. They had given her back the final pieces that had been shattered. No more suffering. Her eyes stared at him with their own steel as she waited to see what his reaction would be.
“Indeed. It does end here. Not the way you want it to though. You are a smart girl but you are easily thrown off your game when the lives of those you love are held in the balance.” Vladislav sneered as he raised a hand.
Those guards in the shadows moved forward. Destiney looked about in shock just as a shield slammed in her left arm. Her bow dropped with a cry of pain as she held the injured arm. Something in her arm had given with that hard smash. Her arm had been taut as the bow string. However they did not give her a chance to recover or call upon aether to help the pain. There was a sword point at her throat. Another against the small of her back.
“Take her away. She will be tried for her crimes. The latest being the threat of murdering me.” Vladislav told the guards. His expression was calm though his eyes glittered in triumph. “Use caution. She is also a mage besides a mere archer.”
Defeated… She had failed. Her emotions had let herself be caught off guard. The only comforting thought was that maybe now he would leave the rest of her family alone. She silently prayed to the Twelve to protect them. She cradled her left arm close as she let the guards roughly escort her away. The only signs she had even been in that room where the arrow in the wall and the bow on the floor.
She would end up in prison. Possibly at the bottom of the witchdrop. Yet rage still burned in her against Vladislav. However what else could she do. Teary eyes looked skyward as she was lead through Ishgard’s streets like a criminal. So this was how it would end… She had been so foolish to think she could stand alone against him. At least she had gotten to leave her goodbyes…
‘Halone… Please have mercy on my soul…’
Lovely couple of flower princess and princess!
For @nebula1984 and @oleandre-ffxiv
Get your own flower crown cheeb here!
My precious kids. 😀 Lance and Dest are so adorable! I love your Cheebs. ❤ Thank you so much.
(The last couple of days between talks with friends and other things I’ve come up with an idea for Dest. An it continues the plot I had going with her family in Ishgard even. Two parts because it’s late. So this is mostly Dest’s departure. The good stuff will be tomorrow when I’m fresh. I’m feeling better even if still a bit sad. It’s… Hmm. A sadness that will take time to heal but one that might have been for the best in the long run. Only time will tell.)
One last glance. One last parting. Deck of cards and her linkpearl left behind on Rhisi’s desk. Maybe the cards would answer to someone else in time. A moment’s pause to slip something by Nate’s door. This was goodbye.
Nathaniel, ( @jonahsage )
Thank you for everything. I’m sorry for this. For getting you hurt for nothing. If I come through this by the will of the gods… I’ll come back for this. So please hold on to it for me for now. You have been the most dearest friend I have never deserved. If I don’t return please… Find a way to be happy for me.
The gift he had given her from starlight carefully wrapped in the letter. If she wore it, it would sure meet a grim end. If she survived this… She was definitely coming back for it. She had cried more then enough tears since it had arrived. The letter that diverged her path from that of the people she had chosen to call family.
One more note under Oni’s door.
Oni, ( @onidephor )
I’m sorry because I know you are head of security. And that you are protective of those you chose to protect. Please don’t feel bad for what is about to happen. Know I went of my own choice. Please do not come after me. I have to do this on my own. Thank you for everything. You and Raiden both.
One for Yuti. Sweet and caring Yuti.
Yuti,
I’m sorry I didn’t have a true chance to better help you learn. I’ve enjoyed your kind and caring heart. Please never change. Keep helping people. Keep being kind and sweet. If you ever have to seek out my uncle, Ricard Starkweather, for more help in studying. He taught me. Surely he’d be willing to help you if you mentioned me. Goodbye.
A moment to slide one under Aimee’s door.
Aimee, ( @eyesseeingbeyondtheveil )
Thank you for all that you have taught me in the moons that I have been with the Order. I’m sorry I was never able to really get to know you well despite the time I’ve been with the company. I wish you and Oni many happy years. You are a strong woman and I’m glad to have gotten to work under you.
Another pause at Dusk’s door. Her hand lingering on the wood a moment before finally sliding the note under.
Dusk, ( @kindlingdusk )
I hope you are truly right about the steel I possess. I’m about to test it to it’s limits. Thank you for all the talks. For generally being like an older sister to me. It has meant the world to me. Maybe if the gods are kind and I make it back we can deal with sending Leon on. I wish you well.
She couldn’t really leave one for C’lest. She remembered the woman was not able to read. That was disappointing. C’lest had been such a help to her. Had helped to try an teach her to defend herself. They had never gotten to finish those lessons. She also left one for Chloe as well. Thanking her and wishing she had had a chance to hear her story. That was something she had never gotten to do. Might never get to do now.
If she lingered too long they would stop her. They would try to convince her there was something else that could be done. This was something she had to do alone. Too much was on the line. This was her problem. She would not drag any more of her precious family in on this.
She paused at the doorway. One last look for however much longer she would remember this place. A place she had chosen to call home for so many moons. She untied the red string at her wrist before letting it fall to the floor at her feet.
“Goodbye… I love you all…”
Now. It had to be now before she lost her nerve. Or before the tears began anew. There was no more time. She focused on the aether to teleport herself away.
One last final stop. One last final goodbye. She owed him that much. Soren… Hopefully he would also pass along the note to Ikara.
Silently she left them at his house in the mailbox. There was no way she dared go inside. He’d question. She’d not have any answers she could give him. Like the rest of her family he would only try to stop her.
Soren, ( @sorenspath )
Thank you for all that you have done. Please… Just ignore Alexois. Please just stay out of trouble. I’m afraid I won’t be around to fix you up anymore. If you can please pass along the second letter to Ikara. I have to do this and I’m afraid of what might happen. So this is goodbye and I’m sorry.
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Ikara, ( @ikara-esho )
I’m not sure what happened. I had not got a chance to find out. I’m so sorry I couldn’t say goodbye then or now. I can only hope someday you will forgive me. I hope I was never too hard on you as a healer. I just wanted to keep you safe and you have done so much for me. You have such a bright future ahead of you I’m sure of it. Please keep your chin up. I’ll miss you.
She teleported off again. She looked up to her house. It had been so neglected in all of this. She paused and turned around to look. Alexois was smugly leaning against the railing.
“Go away. I have no time for you.” Destiney said quietly as she turned to start walking in the direction of Chee’s house nearby.
“Well that is a shame. Walking to your death now are you? Shame. I would have liked to play with you more.” Alexois taunted with a sneer as he followed at a slight distance. “I got word of what Vladislav is doing. Here you thought I was bad.”
“Go away. Leave Soren and Lance alone. You’ve won. Just go away.”
Alexois raised a brow at her words. He casually shrugged though she was clearly not looking his way. “Just because you do this doesn’t mean I stop bothering them.”
Destiney decided it was best to just continue to ignore him. He had been haunting her with his presence for far too long. Unless he was planning to make a move he was only here to taunt and torment. She didn’t have time for him. Nor the patience.
She looked back and he was gone. Chee’s house stood before her now. One last letter. To her best friend and sister. She owed Chee this goodbye.
Chee, ( @cheetah-smith-ffxiv )
I’m sorry. I truly am. I should not be saying this kind of goodbye. Certainly not this way. I have to put a stop to it all. Grandfather has gone too far this time. I cannot risk anyone else in this matter. So I’m going alone to Ishgard to end this. Please don’t try anything. This is between him and I. I just hope someday you will forgive me for this. You have been like a sister to me. My best friend. I’ll miss you. Goodbye…
Arriving in Camp Dragonhead. Going straight to Ishgard would have been wiser. Yet she wanted to walk there. Time. To remember. To thank the gods for all that she had been given. Cerulean eyes looking off towards the distant spires of Ishgard. Towards whatever fate lay in wait for her there.
“It’s time for this to end. I’m coming Vladislav Aurifore. It’s time you and I ended this. For good…”
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>>Test here<<
Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness. –
Martin Luther King
The Advocate personality type is very rare, making up less than one
percent of the population, but they nonetheless leave their mark on the
world. As members of the Diplomat Role group, Advocates have an inborn
sense of idealism and morality, but what sets them apart is that they
are not idle dreamers, but people capable of taking concrete steps to
realize their goals and make a lasting positive impact.
Advocates tend to see helping others as
their purpose in life, but while people with this personality type can
be found engaging rescue efforts and doing charity work, their real
passion is to get to the heart of the issue so that people need not be
rescued at all.
Advocates indeed share a unique combination of traits: though
soft-spoken, they have very strong opinions and will fight tirelessly
for an idea they believe in. They are decisive and strong-willed, but
will rarely use that energy for personal gain – Advocates will act with
creativity, imagination, conviction and sensitivity not to create
advantage, but to create balance. Egalitarianism and karma are very
attractive ideas to Advocates, and they tend to believe that nothing
would help the world so much as using love and compassion to soften the
hearts of tyrants.
Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
Advocates find it easy to make connections with others, and have a
talent for warm, sensitive language, speaking in human terms, rather
than with pure logic and fact. It makes sense that their friends and
colleagues will come to think of them as quiet Extraverted types, but
they would all do well to remember that Advocates need time alone to
decompress and recharge, and to not become too alarmed when they
suddenly withdraw. Advocates take great care of other’s feelings, and
they expect the favor to be returned – sometimes that means giving them
the space they need for a few days.
Really though, it is most important for Advocates to remember to take
care of themselves. The passion of their convictions is perfectly
capable of carrying them past their breaking point and if their zeal
gets out of hand, they can find themselves exhausted, unhealthy and
stressed. This becomes especially apparent when Advocates find
themselves up against conflict and criticism – their sensitivity forces
them to do everything they can to evade these seemingly personal
attacks, but when the circumstances are unavoidable, they can fight back
in highly irrational, unhelpful ways.
To Advocates, the world is a place full of inequity – but it doesn’t
have to be. No other personality type is better suited to create a
movement to right a wrong, no matter how big or small. Advocates just
need to remember that while they’re busy taking care of the world, they
need to take care of themselves, too.
It’s hard to wait around for something you know might never happen; but it’s harder to give up when you know it’s everything you want.
(via wordsnquotes)
You know it’s love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you’re not part of their happiness.
I always think of you before I fall asleep. The words you said, the way you looked. The things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared. And when I dream, I’ll dream of you. Because it’s about you, it’s always about you.
Spirit of the Warlock 