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“Years of love had been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.” - Edgar Allan Poe
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“You don’t understand. I don’t belong here.”
Brice looks up from washing dishes to look his brother over after hearing the words come out of his mouth.
“No, I don’t suppose ya do. Maybe I should’ve made ya go home, back to dad and write off mom’s worries. But, now ya can’t really go back until we fix yer problem?” The pirate did not want to be cold, he did not like how his words sounded, the standoffish tone he took.
And, he could see how that tone made Cyneric feel. The alchemist looks at him with such fear and worry.
“I did not ask for any of this!” He raises his voice now, “yes sure, it has only been a day, but I can’t do this. I can’t I can’t! I don’t want this to fall on my shoulders.”
Cyneric rubs his face, breathing through his nose in quick huffs. Brice shakes his head and clicks his tongue. “Why are ya suddenly so unsure of yerself? Ya seemed so calm last night.”
“Because, every time I try to help, Joshua gets hurt, you get shot, Eiri gets abducted, the kids go missing, everytime I try to fix who I am. Everyone around me pays the price.” Cyneric dug his short-broken finger nails through his hair, ripping strands out at the root.
“If I help Jou, who knows whats gonna fucking happen. I don’t belong here...”
The pirate just groans and finishes the dishes, “maybe if ya think about actually wantin’ to belong, you will believe it, cause right now. Ya got more to worry about then how ya fit in. Let the demons of yer past die Cyn. It aint easy, but we all have to do it. If me gettin’ shot keeps ya up at night. Try lettin’ someone’s life force slip through yer fingers cause ya taunted an onna. That shit never leaves, even when the nightmares stop. the scars remain, but ya gotta swallow the initial demon.”
Cyneric purses his lips, “Brice, I don’t wanna swallow any kind of demon. One onna clung to me is enough.”
The brothers just stare at each other, trying to process if that was a terrible joke or not. They just stand in silence.
“...Thats not funny”
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“You don’t understand. I don’t belong here.”
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𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥…𝔸𝕟𝕕 /𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥/ 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕥…
The apartment is empty when he finally decides to ‘break’ in. It’s intentional, despite delightful little fantasies suggested in whispers within one another’s arms previously.
It was just that gifts were so much easier to give indirectly. These specifically, given the interrogations he’d already sustained in acquiring them.
It certainly doesn’t mean anything. (As if he hasn’t already made a habit of gift giving, by hiding things in his pockets for a curious thief to find during close moments.) At least, that’s what he makes sure to convince himself of as he slipped into the apartment, and behind the partition that held so many secrets. A part of him felt bad being there without her, but. These would be a secret too, and ones he felt she deserved to see first before anybody else.
He lays down a folded knit blanket, the fabric soft and patterned and blue. It has absolutely no further properties. On top of it he sits a new denizen for her assortment of plushies - a cactaur with a red bandana tugged up over where the mouth was and a cowboy hat. Beside it is an illustration that brought the plushie to life. 'GERONIMO - The Sabartender`, it said with further details created out of the letters. A simple letter said: 'Sorry for missing you, Darlin’.’
He wasn’t, not this time. But it was easier to say that, then to be around for this.
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Jyoti locked the office for the night as she waved to others as she passed them in the hall. The veena had plans to head home for the night, it was a fruitful night of pouring over notes and fresh samples from the day’s dig.
As she left Advent's HQ, she could not help a wandering mind. To faces that were memories yet still seem so fresh in her mind. The one that holds the most power behind her eyelids is of course Magnus, where had time gone, life passed that it felt like centuries ago that he had left Eorzea to return to his homeland within the Empire. The viera took a longer path than normal through the Goblet, wanting to explore her memories and thoughts just a little more.
His face, his smile and that ever present third-eye that captivated her; should she have held on tighter, should she have tried harder to keep him from going off to war, to fight on the side of the Garleans? One could not be sure, but she knew that maybe one day he’d come home. Maybe one day, they could rekindle what had been lost.
That thought made her stop, made Jyoti look toward the night sky, a dark blanket punched with holes that twinkled. She was on the younger end of most Viera, a rousing ninety-six years old. If it took only forty of her years to find such a captivating man, she could spend the next how many in waiting for him to come back. Sure, his time was much shorter than hers; but Jyoti had nothing but time.
Nothing but time, and a strong will to wait.
Prompt #7 Nonagenarian
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“....You sent me to my death!”
Brice stared at his brother as he poured the two men a drink. “No, I gave ya a wake up call. Mom is worried yer not able to find yer way in life. So I’m doin’ what was done to me.”
Cyneric frowned as he took his drink, “done to you? You mean when you were a criminal pirate!”
The two men stare each other down. From the outside, with how large Brice was and the frailness of Cyneric; no one would ever guess the two were twins.
“Cyn, ya push me away, and I won't be able to help, I want us to be close. By Shiva, do I want to be close to ya, but ya gotta let me in.”
“You say that, but I see the hurt in your eyes every time you look at me. Why, please tell me there is a reason you feel as though I’ve hurt you?!” The red head begged his brother, a pleading look in his eyes.
Brice scowled now, breaking the glass in his grip, “as a matter of fact, there is. Because, when I look at you. I am reminded of what I lost, I am reminded of the man who casted me out by yer hair, and I see that Garlean dog when I stare into those eyes. Sometimes I hate bein’ yer twin.”
Cyneric had a moment of confusion as his brother left, the man touched his cheek trying to understand the other’s words, the realization struck him when he caught a glimpse of his own reflection.
“...Brice I’m so sorry…”
Prompt #5 Matter of fact
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Source: sad-house-of-mortality
The sun was high, gulls screamed as they flew past. A crowd had gathered in the square up in the Aftcastle.
I watched, my eyes focused on the executioner finishing the clinch of the last noose. Three in total, for me, Dante and Emberson. We three, no older than fourteen summers were to be hung for the crimes we assisted in. We were captured, so our captain could go free. As we waited, quietly, eyes above the crowd; a woman dressed in a Maelstrom’s officer uniform pushed through slowly. She stepped up onto the platform to look us over.
“You boys are brave, and quite stupid.”
This woman spent her time explaining why we were throwing our lives away. Why, this would not solve anything but allowed our captain to get away to commit more atrocities across Eorzea.
“Please do not throw your young lives away for a man who did not care for you in the slightest.”
Us three stood stalwart and quiet, well they did. As for me? I stared her down, listening. Was it the realization of truth, Pips screaming in my ear, or the fact that the intense look of worry on this officer’s face reminded me of my own mother. It was haunting; how she never scolded me for my actions but simply told me why they were poor actions to make. And here, this woman was doing the exact same.
It was this that broke my silence. I was the first to start talking, I had to be. But, Emberson and Dante followed. We escaped the noose that day, became conscripts and watched with our own eyes as our captain was taken into custody and hung.
Very little energy is put into being a yes man, being a scapegoat, it takes a lot more to know when you are being used.
Prompt #4 Clinch
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