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♣ — a fading memory

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He had been young still. Not yet beholden to any house. It was just shortly after he had begun his training with his father.

Still he was going to be a knight! Bruises and cuts were minor in comparison. He wanted to be like his father and grandfather. He wanted nothing more then to serve his family and his nation. To make his family proud. Thoughts of serving a High House were the last thing on his mind at this age.

However he had wandered down towards the Brume a bit too far today while lost in his thoughts. Soon he found himself surrounded by four Brume kids. All taller and rough looking. He was a upper class kid in the wrong side of town. Lance only had his wooden sword for training with him. Something his father insisted he should carry. To get used to the weight of a weapon.

He tried to defend himself. Tried to fight back. Four on one for a yet rather untrained boy were odds he didn’t stand a chance with. Yet suddenly they scattered like rats. Lance wiped at his bloody nose as he looked around to see what had caused them to suddenly run off. He caught sight of his father’s displeased face. Though that look was not directed at him but rather the kids who had run off.

Lance tried to fight off the urge to cry to his father. His father expected him to be tough. To take the blows and keep on fighting. So Lance stood up and tried to hold his head high despite the pain and blood. Vairemont finally turned to look at his son with a soft sigh. He took Lance’s chin in his hand and began to inspect the damage done to the boy.

“Nothing too badly it seems. We shall have to work on your skills against multiple opponents I see. Come let’s go back to the house and get you cleaned up. There will be no training today.” Vairemont said as he took a cloth from his pocket and began to gently wipe the blood away on Lance’s face.

(Thanks @kindlingdusk Sorry for the long wait.)

Memory Prompts

☽ — a memory of their father

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Destiney knew she was in trouble before she had even made it in the door. Her clothes were covered in dirt and mud. She and Atix had gone off on their own in the woods. Even though the guild leader had warned them against wandering too far. To show for their venture Atix had hurt his leg and they were both filthy.

She had left Atix outside with her mother where she could tend to the injury he had gotten in the fall. Now she had to face her father who had more then likely already heard of their adventure from the guild leader. She knocked lightly before entering, not looking up to see how much she felt her father would be disappointed in her.

“Destiney.” She flinched at the sound of her name said by her father. Though her eyes widened in surprise as he embraced her warmly. “Don’t ever do that again. When the guild leader came back to tell me you and your friend had vanished… Your mother and I already lost your brother. Please don’t worry us like that.”

“I’m sorry, papa.” Destiney rested her head against her father’s chest. She knew her parents were considering her brother dead for as long as he had been missing.

“You realize this means extra chores as punishment yes?”

“Of course, papa. I didn’t mean for anything bad to happen. I just wanted to have a bit of fun and explore.” Destiney said when her father finally released her from the hug.

“Things are dangerous, dear one. I’m glad the two of you came back safe enough. There is talk of even more dangerous times ahead. I just want you safe. Both of us want you safe.” He affectionately ruffled her hair as he smiled warmly. “Now go get cleaned up. I’m sure your friend is in good hands with your mother. I have work to get ready for. We’ll discuss your punishment further when I get home from duty.”

(Thanks! @ikara-esho and @ghostly0rigins for the mention. A sort of continuation of this here.)

Memory Prompts

For Lance: “She needs you.”

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Lance frowned at the words. It took him a moment to decide on who the words were meant about. There were so few woman in his life that those words could have been meant about. At least two who could possibly need his help right now. Yet for who spoke the words he knew exactly who was meant.

Lance didn’t bother offering a response to the words as he turned to leave. He knew she wouldn’t be at her own house. She had been remaining at her company’s house ever since he had brought her home from Ishgard.

(Thanks you brat. 😛 I did intend this to be much longer but after tonight I need to give the response it’s own proper entry. I blame Nate entirely. @jonahsage )

Anon Prompts

For Lance: “You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”

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The words were blunt but he had no doubt they were meant honestly and not as an insult. Thus he had no intentions of ignoring the question. Granted the question hit home a bit closer then he would have liked to admit openly to anyone. Yet the person asking deserved his answer.

“Yes, Lady Dusk. It is as you have figured.” Lance smiled and held his arms wide. The carefully placed mask of an Ishgardian upper class man. “You have seen right through me as you usually have the knack for doing. I will just have to be more careful around you.”

It was meant at least partly in jest. He rather liked the men and women his cousin called family. Even if he couldn’t understand the current situation he was not privy to as an outsider. He crossed his arms over his chest an shrugged, the smile becoming a more solemn look. “I am afraid to be alone. I will admit it. I have made it through everything thus far because I have never been truly alone. I would much prefer to keep it that way though. I’d prefer though if you keep this between you and I, Lady Dusk. I do not relish the idea of everyone knowing such a silly fear.”

(Thanks! @kindlingdusk )

Anon Prompts

📷- A memory that comes with a picture they have

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(No this is not the picture in question. Just the only one I have of the person she is speaking of. XD)

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Destiney was going through her belongings at her mother’s house. It was something she had long avoided. Her old room still brought memories of long ago. Fingers brushed over a scrap of paper in the chest at the foot of her bed.

“What is this?” The question was only to herself as no one was around with her. It was a simple sketch but detailed enough to know it was something her mother had done. How it had ended up in her belongings though she was unsure. Fingers traced over the drawing on the paper. A warm smile on her face as she gazed down at the two kids in the picture. Bows in hand and aiming for something in the distance that was not seen in the image.

“I remember this now. It’s been so long. I wonder where he ended up.” Destiney mused to herself as she held her finger over the drawing of the boy with her own child self in the image. They had been an odd pairing but they had been such good friends. However when she had been sent to Ishgard she had lost contact with him. “I hope you are doing well, Atix.”

(Thanks! @catina-kitska – tagging @ghostly0rigins for mentions of Atix. ❤ )

Memories

🌅- A memory associated with a certain location – Dest

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Destiney always enjoyed various locations. Seeing what beauty was out there in the world. Gazing up at a star filled night sky. Yet when she thought of locations there was always one she picked over all others.

The house that belonged to The Order of the Sword and Rose.

She had made so memories there so far. Both good and bad. Though thankfully the good far out weighed the bad. Especially since there were bonds made there that she would never give up for anything else.

Destiney paused near the bar upstairs in the house. A slight smile on her face though the memory was both bad and good right now for her. Feet carrying her closer to the stools. Fingers trailing over the counter near the spot she first met Nate. At first she had only been trying to be polite. Trying to entertain a guest to the house that had been Nate. Yet what had blossomed in the wake of that meeting… The memories of each visit after engraved forever on her heart.

Yet right now his memory was gone or locked away. So she would remember for him. Even if it hurt. Because meeting him had been the best thing to happen to her in such a very long time. The memories of every night since that meeting here at the bar in the house… Of the beautiful friendship that had been born from that simple night of being nice to someone passing by.

(Thanks! @ethereal-anomaly)

Memories

👘- A memory associated with an article of clothing they have

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Fingers gently ran over the hair piece. A gift from Nate at Starlight. It had been the best item she had received all night. Not that she hadn’t loved the others gifts. This one merely had more meaning.

That bit of white ribbon woven between the purple flowers. Hands reached up to touch where that ribbon had once had a home upon her head. It seemed like forever ago. The ribbon had been removed the first time she had cut her hair. Right after Leon had passed away. She had given up on the girl she had used to be and began trying to find out who she was to become. That ribbon was a part of the past. However she had kept it as a reminder.

Yet when she had given it to Nate as a good luck charm in his spar against Raiden… It had been damaged. No longer wearable. She had played it off as not important. Just a reminder of the girl she once was. Nate however had found a way to make it into something new. Something touching. It meant so much more to her to see it changed from something old into something new. A new beginning for something from the past. Just as she had once chosen a new beginning for herself.

(Thanks! @kindlingdusk )

Memories

🌠- A time they wished upon a falling star – Lance

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It seemed so foolish. Something he had not done since he was a child. Surely only children believed that wishing upon stars would lead to anything. Yet…

Here he was for once staring up at the stars above. Eyes looking for a single falling star. What harm was there in making a wish? Even if it never ended up leading to anything. But the sky was so perfectly clear out in the Sea of Clouds. The sky was dotted with thousands of glittering lights in the darkness.

There! One single shooting star streaked across sky above.

“I wish…” Lance’s words were quiet and soft as he closed his eyes. “To be strong enough to protect what remains important to me in my life…”

(Thanks! @ethereal-anomaly )

Memories

📷 a memory that comes with a picture they have. (any character)

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Lance paused in the study. No one was around today so the room sat empty and hollow. Slow steps drew him closer to the wall where the painting hung. Sky blue eyes looking up at the seemingly happy scene.

A family together. Smiling and happy. Three young children and their proud parents. His brother and youngest sibling still a baby in their mother’s arms. His little sister with a bright and happy smile. His own smile in that picture spoke of a time before he knew hardships and pain.
A time before he had become the black sheep. Before he had been old enough to ruin that happy image.

“What a farce…” Lance mumbled with a sigh as he turned away from that picture. That seemingly happy family couldn’t have ever been as true as that picture tried to claim. His choice of Haillenarte over Dzamael shouldn’t have been enough to ruin that happy image.

Yet a part of him missed those simpler days. Missed the simple joys and carefree life he led back then. Eyes left that painting as he turned to leave the library. Pausing at the door for one last glance back towards that picture. He had left that life behind ages ago now. There was no going back. Time could not erase the gap that had grown between him and his family.

(Thanks! @wowiedima )

Memories

⚔️- A memory about war

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All his life war existed between man and dragon.

War was never easy. Yet it was something he had grown up with. He was one of the many who had only known the suffering of the Dragonsong War. Never knowing peace.

He still remembered vividly the day the Steel Vigil fell. One of the many casualties of this long drawn out war. He had still been a relatively fresh face under the command of Chlodebaimt de Haillenarte.

The fall of the Vigil left its scars on him. The memories of teeth and claws and dragon’s fire. Leaving behind the young lord from House Haillenarte as the man made a noble sacrifice to save lives. Losing many who he had begun to get to know. It would ever remain on his thoughts. To him forgetting meant dishonoring the sacrifice Lord Chlodebaimt had made.

Still he found himself returning to the ruins from time to time. Praying to Halone for the spirits of those who passed and the families they had left behind. Looking for signs of Svara or Naul. Reminding himself of the things he fought for.

(Thanks! @aracelicaillen)

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