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FF PSL | ❝ for those we can yet save. ❞

AFTERGLOW

— hear, feel think. —

❄️ HEAVENSWARD

★ Ever Heavensward (3.0)
    — Ishgard Meetings, Part 2

★ As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness (3.1)
    — Unfleeting Emotions

★ The Gears of Change (3.2)
    — Heavy Hearts, Part 2

★ Revenge of the Horde (3.3)
    — Starlight Festival (Alkaid)
    — Starlight Festival (KP)

🔥 STORMBLOOD

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BEYOND

CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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[ Tis his own burden to bear and one he would not have hang over Aymeric's head. After all, he now has one he is betrothed to. He ought to take as little of Aymeric's time as needed... yet, he has the feeling that his friend--nay, his brother--has more that bothers him than he shares. Not that he intends to intrude and demand Aymeric share what it is that bothers him. He will say it in time, or not at all. ]

We intend to extend Mognet into Ishgard! Now that the city is apart of the Alliance, we have plenty of mail that we could deliver to and from! Although, the logistics are still being planned... Mognet is not just Moogles, after all! [ The postmoogle nods. ] I will make sure to keep an eye out for any letters addressed to you, kupo! The other Moogles were insistent that you were to be the recipient, even with no name or address...

I would imagine the one who sent it to him wishes it to remain anon. Or, at least, anon to those that may look upon it. Ser Aymeric handles rather covert and secret messages from time to time. [ He gives a knowing smirk. Their excursion into the Churning Mists to contact the dragons had been Aymeric's idea in the end. ] I am certain he will receive more of them.

[ The moogle nods, spinning in place as their customary movement. Then, it turns back to Aymeric. ] If you have a warm drink, that will do! I hadn't realized how cold Ishgard is...

[ Oh, if he had it his way, there would be nothing standing between them: no hesitation, no reticence, just desire and a longing to know her inside and out. And, well, if they should happen to shed all their clothes along the way, he has realized he has no complaints about that either. A part of him wishes to see her unclothed, that the two of them might lie beside each other completely bare, with all things that might represent a barrier removed.

For a moment, when her knee presses into him, he lets out a sharp exhale in response, and that part of him that wants to cross that threshold and finally begin to truly explore her does its best to make itself known. ]

As long as you are here, I do not think I could rest. [ And lest she misunderstand him and interpret his words to mean that she is being troublesome and keeping him awake, his expression shifts into a smile that is equal parts beckoning and teasing all at once. ] I wonder if anyone has told you that you manage to catch the eye in a way that is quite distracting.

[ Her shoulders stiffen as he holds her out of the necessity to attempt and keep herself together. There are plenty of on lookers, and they need not see one of the Warriors of Light fall to pieces on the eve of battle. Yet, her hands curl into the fabric on his back more, and a small sound makes its way from her lips, low enough for only him to hear. The relief that he is here, alive and well, seems overwhelming and she is not sure how to calm that feeling. If only she was half as skilled as he at keeping her emotions in check.

Finally, her head tilts back enough so that he might see her mint eyes looking up at him. Her ears have tucked against her head as it is quite obvious she struggles to contain her emotions. The golden headpiece shifts with how he brushes down her now slightly longer black hair. Her customary braid is still present on the side, with a off-white bow hanging in her hair decorate it. She attempts to say his name--or anything--but only manages another small sound before pressing herself against him further.

The errant thought crosses her mind that perhaps she missed him more than he missed her. He no doubt had his days busy back in Ishgard with their newly formed government sliding everything into place. There may have been no time to think or worry of her, save for the letters to grace his presence. The postmoogles had assured her that both letters reached him in due course and safely...

Her ears press further against her head as her eyes drop. An unspoken apology is written in her eyes for her display. The insecurity that perhaps she may feel things deeper than he once again becomes obvious on her face. He surely was busy gathering information on the engagement at hand, who had arrived, and what places to meet at. Yet, here she was, interrupting his time as the representative of Ishgard. Not only that, but, quite publicly displaying that they are not simply allies...

The squared shoulders drop as her head tilts down to stare at where their clothes touched. ]

[ He can hear the smile in her voice, and that in turn brings a smile to his. And if she is looking closely, she might spot the longing in his eyes, but as much as he wishes he could shed propriety and join her in the bath, he supposes that it is best if he refrains. ]

I would like nothing else. [ He puts as much emphasis into those words as he can, because he truly would. ] I cannot pretend that I do not wish for such a thing, but- [ And here, his smile is tinged with regret. ]

I must offer you a thousand apologies, for I fear I must decline. Another time soon, perhaps. [ He has already made a mental note that that should be one of the first things they do together, the night following their wedding.

Quickly, however, his expression changes once more, this time to one of concern. ]

I sincerely hope that all is well with her, and if that is not the case, then I hope that there is something I can do to help.

[ Because he already feels no small amount of concern for the well-being of both sisters. ]

[ Her eyes widen in worry at his exhale. Within a moment it is clear that it was not from pain or discomfort, and her heart beats louder in her chest. Her eyes flutter shut as she does her best to keep her breathing even--to little express. Some part of her clings to the knowledge he should rest with his tender side and the day to come, let alone the notions of what his culture surely taught him. The rest of her desperately wishes to let go and open herself to him as she wishes.

Would he think less of her or come to resent her if she did?

He is right to presume her thoughts as her eyes open with that very question in mind. Should she leave so he might find sleep? If she is pulling him from a much needed reprieve, then...

His smile causes her breath to catch in her throat and a blush to take her cheeks. The statement he proposed blanks for but a moment as she lays almost entranced by the expression alone. Her eyebrows turn upwards as she feels herself quietly losing the battle within.

Oh, yes. He had made an inquerey. How does she speak again--let alone breathe? ]

N-not as such, [ Her voice is lower than she thought. ] Several adventurers complimented me... but most sought to ask my hand in keeping them alive. This... you, I, I...

[ Words utterly fail her as she tries to put thoughts together. However, he is incredibly distracting, as the day she met him in Camp Dragonshead.

Seven hells. Does he have any ides what he does to her?

The hand covering his own trails lightly up his arm to rest on his cheek. The other at his side continues to gently rub the site of the wound. Her body shifts under him to encourage him as her control becomes a fleeting thing. If his look beckons her, then her look is simply begging him to move forward ... ]

[ While she is not as practiced as he is, she has grown clever in hiding her emotions from those around her. She can never fool K'thisru, however, she can always fool the Scions. The only sign that would show the disappointment would be how her tail stops moving under the water. She, of course, knew the answer would be exactly as he gave it. Yet, somehow, hearing it has caused her heart to clench.

Their cultures also are indeed very different. She reminds herself this constantly. Something akin to a language barrier, and she should not feel as if she is a disappointment or disrespectful when it clashes. She shouldn't...

Alkaid closes her eyes to "think" in regard to her sister. Yet, is also proves to give a brief moment to collect herself as her arm continues to hide the lower-half of her face. ]

Things rarely upset her as it is. [ Her tone is gentle and her voice soft. ] That is not to say she is unempathetic, because she certainly is. She need only stop long enough to learn of people's plights. Then, there is no stopping her from channeling what she feels for them into her never ending drive to help another.

[ The smile returns to her face if only to some degree. ]

There was a group we both aided for some time. They are stationed out of Revenant's Toll, trying to inspect the large crystal structure that towers near Lake Silvertear. The leader had been a member of the Circle of Knowledge, the group that predated the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.

There was a young man who was apart of that group, and he was very much like Thisru. I had worried that the pair of them would cause so much trouble that even I couldn't keep up with the storm. Yet, she never once noticed how he looked at her. They would speak, of course, but his advances and wonder for her never dawned on her. Her mind was too caught up in the adventure of it all to realize she had an admirer who wished to know her more.

[ An eye opens to look at Aymeric once more. ] If she is upset on Starlight of all days? She encountered something that has made her mind stop long enough to see. [ Alkaid gives a whisp of a laugh then. ] Sometimes, I wish I had the confidence she has... and the ability to simply move through life without stopping to know every soul I've met.

[ Alkaid hesitates then from both girls answers. She pauses, her ears tucking down ever so slightly. Of course, she has never been one to truly share things that have bothered her. All too often does her mind wander and involve those that need her aid. It is often her sister who must get her to remember to speak her mind, or all that bothers her will turn inside her.

After a moment passes, her eyes turn to her sister first. ]

No, you never have been one to back away from something that might bar your path.

[ The Nadaam is said to be different from all that they have faced before... yet, how different can it be? They have fought primals, dragons, and the Empire thus far. Her gaze drifts downwards for a moment before looking back to Yugiri.

She is a shinobi, and has no reason to tell another soul. The only ones that know would be Alphinaud and her sister. Yet, she feels no reason not to share this with Yugiri. The Au Ra has done nothing wrong by her and has stood as an ally to the Scions when they had none. A long sigh comes from her as her ears twitch.

Alkaid's hands raise from her sister's frame to pull back the half-glove she wears to cover her hands. Her left hand stretches out to the shinobi to show the ring that sits on her finger. Usually it is hidden away so well that none could ever tell. ]

[ Alkaid turns her attention to the young boy as he stumbles. Her hands raise to steady him and a smile takes her face. ] Are you able to walk a bit? We have a camp where a few can tend to your wounds.

[ The boy looks himself over and hesitantly nods. ] I-I think so...

[ She stands then, albeit slowly, and nods to Alphinaud. A hand raises to the young boy and she holds it with a smile on her face. They can walk with him and see if there are any wounds they will need to attend to. ]

My name is Alkaid, and this is my friend Alphinaud.

[ As far as he is concerned, they have no audience at all. It is only them in this place, finally reunited even though it may only be for a brief moment. If that is the case, then he intends to make it quite clear how much he has missed her, and what is more, how deeply he loves her.

He holds her to her even closer, as if that is possible, and the hand that has gone to stroke her hair continues the motions that he hopes are comforting. ] Your hair has grown longer while you have been away. [ A gentle smile takes his face as he continues to gently touch her hair. ] You always look- well, I am always taken in by your appearance, but this suits you very well.

[ And in order to impress upon her just how greatly he has missed her, he adds quietly so that only they can hear the words: ] Borel Manor has been far too quiet with you gone. I look forward to the day when you are able to return and bring life and joy back to its halls.

[ He knows she will understand his meaning; he is not so deprived of his own life and joy that the manor becomes a place of gloom while she is not there, but when she is present, there is an extra measure of joy that lights up the entirety of the place. That is what he misses dearly. ]

I must ask, however: are you well? Your exertions thus far surely must have taken a toll, although I can only guess upon the details of what you have been engaged in. [ It is, of course, by design, because the operation that the Scions were involved with was of a covert nature. ] Is there anything you require that I might be able to assist with?

[ Ah, but if only Estinien knew how much he desires to be as supportive of his friend as he feels the other man has been to him. Still, he can hardly force his friend to open up to him if he does not wish to, and so for the moment, Aymeric remains silent on that score. ]

If that truly is your intention, then consider anything that I can do to assist at your disposal. Because I can only imagine how much of an added benefit having the post services available would be. [ With Ishgard now being open to the outside world once more, Aymeric is certain that it would be quite useful indeed to have the lines of communication open in such a way. Of course, they managed without the use of Moogles and Mognet, but then again, Ishgard was closed off for such a long time. He cannot help but feel that this is a step in the right direction for Ishgard and the people. ]

Ser Estinien would be correct in his suppositions. And I imagine that the one who sent it also is engaged in covert operations and would not have their actions compromised.

But yes, if a warm drink is what you require, then you shall have it. [ The steward is, as always, nearby and he makes his approach, sensing that Aymeric has need of him. ]

Would you see to procuring a warm drink for our friend here? He has quite a journey ahead of him.

[ The steward nods, offers a bow to the moogle, and before too many minutes have passed, returns with a hot drink in hand. He extends it to the moogle, before deciding that perhaps it might be easier if he set the drink on the nearest desk, feeling uncertain if the moogle's paws could safely hold said drink. At the very least, he thought that the moogle should decide for himself whether or not he could manage holding onto the offering. ]

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[ Instead of pain or discomfort, it is a sigh of relief and pleasure, but also the sigh of one who wishes for more, if only he dares chase after what he wants.

And, to answer her question, he has very little idea of the effect he is having on her, because he is doing his best to navigate his own churning thoughts and desires, some of them far more daring than others. ]

Ah, I see. I imagine that if they had, and they were still present, or at least nearby, we might have had to have a talk. [ His smile edges just a fraction towards something akin to mischief, because he would not begrudge anyone who wished to compliment Alkaid or her sister. And, naturally, he is not the jealous sort, but given how he wishes for a closer relationship with her, he fears that he may very well have to have words with any who harbors notions of wooing her. That spot has been taken, or so he would like to think. ]

Tell me, so that I might do all I can to ensure this is a pleasing experience for you- Is there anything that I ought to consider off-limits?

[ He would just as soon as explore unchecked, but he imagines he would not be a very good partner if he did not attempt to determine anything she does not like or places she does not wish to have touched. ]

[ If he could see how her tail has ceased to move, he would know without a doubt that he has upset her yet again. But even without seeing that, he can tell that his words have not been well-received. He wishes that he could find the words to tell her that he loves her as she is, and any differences between them only make his fondness for her grow rather than decrease.

Still, he fears that one day, she will realize that her own feelings for him have gone by the wayside because their differences are too great. If only he could just speak plainly and tell her once and for all that he has fallen in love with her and wants nothing more than to share all parts of him and his life with her.

Perhaps one day soon he will be able to bare his soul and place everything that he thinks and feels in front of her for her to see.

For now, however, he falls silent and listens to Alkaid's explanation with rapt attention as he always does whenever she has something to say, or a tale from her adventures to relate. It most certainly is a form of vicarious living, because his opportunities to travel are few and far between. ]

Could it be that this young man has returned and caught her eye? [ Either that, or he is in trouble somehow, and that is what is causing her such apparent upset. ]

It seems to me that you have your own brand of confidence, and as one would expect from two sisters, the pair of you provide balance for each other, one picking up where the other leaves off.

[ Her tail begins to sway despite herself. She feels her cheeks flush as he compliments her slightly changed appearance. Oh, the stories she has to share with him. Her letters could only detail a few places, but now... now she can tell him so many things.

A nod is given to his question. Well enough, anyways. She is certain he would not be pleased to lean of the various cuts, bruises and new scar she has obtained on this journey. Those are details she feels are better kept for when they are truly alone. She omitted them from her letters so he would not be kept up with worry.

Her expressions softens then. A smile can be seen in her eyes as she lifts her gaze to him, tail continuing to sway. ]

You look happier, ser knight.

[ She does not mean simply because he has reunited with her. While their parting had certainly been a note of unhappiness? It is more she can see how the lack of consistent looming war with the dragons has brought an air of peace and happiness to him. Something that she could not quite do by simply being there. ]

[ If only he could take her by the hand and lead her off to the room he has been given, for the duration of his visit here. He longs to talk with her privately, with none to overhear them, but now is not the time for such a thing. He does not resent his duty, nor the fact that they still have many tactical meetings ahead of them, but that side of him that is merely Aymeric, who is wholly in love with her, wishes for just a brief moment of reprieve for them both.

Still, he is grateful that they can see each other at all, even surrounded by others as they presently are. His smile widens to further underline the happiness he feels upon seeing her. And yes, her observation about the joy he feels in the absence of the war and strife that loomed too long over his people is correct. ]

I suppose that I am, at that. [ Although he does not step back from her, his other hand that is not stroking her hair takes hold of one of hers, that he might give it a fond squeeze. ] And I only have you, your sister, and the Scions to thank for that. [ But the way he says that might as well imply that he offers the greater amount of thanks and gratefulness to her alone for all she has done for him. ]

[ Her hand uncurls from him once he reaches for hers. With no hesitation, her finger slip between his as it is where they naturally rest. In that moment everything but him fades away from her mind. Her eyes almost seem to sparkle in joy even as the water remains in them. ]

They may have given it to you, but you keep it. That alone makes it your own peace. [ Her head tilts to the side and her small smile is hidden behind the fact her face is still pressed against him. Only her eyes can be seen as her head is tiltes back to look at him. ] I...

My, I hope our presence is not an interruption.

[ Alkaid's ears stand perfectly on end at the sound of the Sultana's voice. Her gaze immediately drops as a hot flush takes her face and the reality of the situation comes crashing down. The war with the Empire's forces, why he is here. Her shoulders sad and her eyes close painfully at the knowledge their time together is already cut short. ]

[ She harbors no doubt that he loves her or resentment that he holds back as he does. It may hurt, but, how could she fault him? His life has been crafted by the fact his father held no wife and then discarded him when he was born. While Alkaid would never do such a thing? She cannot blame him at all for his hesitations. She should not push him or tease him as she does. Something she yet again reminds herself of... especially now that they are betrothed.

Her fingers squeeze his reassuringly. Proposing is a sign of love, is it not? The desire to share one's life and possessions entirely with another.

Both ears perk up at his suggestion and her other eye opens. She quickly considers the notion that perhaps G'raha Tia has returned from the Crystal Tower. That is doubtful, however, given the nature of his conditions... ]

I very much doubt that. He sealed himself within the Tower in the end. His bloodline was to oversee it in the wake of the Allagan Empire falling... and he took it quite literally. He plans on sleeping within it until our technology rivals that of the Allagans.

[ She smiles sadly behind her arm. ] I imagine that we are a great deal away from that.

Hm, I'm not certain if it's stubborness or confidence anymore. [ Perhaps even defiance? Her gaze shifts to the side as she sinks further into the water. ] Sometimes I wonder how she did not catch your eye--as Thisru is far more what one would believe to be a Warrior of Light.

[ He opens his mouth to reply, but before he can, someone interjects. He turns slightly, noting that their reunion has gone unnoticed by most, save for one person: Nanamo Ul Namo herself. Although he has not been a part of the Alliance for long, the brief dealings he has had with her have led him to conclude that she is quite the observant individual, and it seems that he has been proven right. ]

I must apologize. [ He inclines his head and offers a brief bow, while still holding onto Alkaid's hand. ] Your presence, and the presence of others in the Alliance, could never be an interruption.

[ It would be quite impolite of him to imply otherwise, never mind that he wishes they could have a moment alone, if time was not of the essence. ]

[ The flutter of her heart turns into a loud drum in her ears. Part of her cannot believe it is happening. Had she not aimed to simply comfort and heal him? How had events spun into this? Even as the logical side of her mind attempts to rationalize it all? The other side that speaks of instinct and burning desire is far louder and grows as the drum beats in her ears do.

There is something particular about how he phrases his statement that makes her cheeks flush and her heart clench. The idea of him looking sour at any who may wish to woo her is thrilling in some manner. While the term ownership is one that implies things she would not mean? Something inside her desires to be his... which, he has already offered his home, his room, his bed...

The usually bright tinted mint-green eyes darken as her breathing deepens. Gods. What has she become around him? Surely, it is an unseemly image and one that would not please him. ]

A stern talk... I would hope. [ She's practically breathless as well. How did that happen?

Then, a shake of her head to his question. She squeezes his hand still at his chest. The voice that stammered just seconds ago is strong and direct. ] Nowhere is off-limits. I'd have you everywhere if you would want it.

[ Perhaps in time. After all, it was not long ago he would be seen conversing candidly in Aymeric's sitting room. Much has changed in the pair of them since the end of the War.

The postmoogle nods. ] Once we are ready to set a permanent establishment, I will seek out your advice, kupo!

Ah, so soon, we might add "Postman" to your ever growing list of titles, Aymeric. [ A smug look passes his face at the notion. ] I am certain that some parties would find the notion quite amusing.

[ K'thisru, namely.

Estinien watches as the moogle flies over to the drink. A wiggle of his whole person is given in thanks before he lifts it to take a long drink. Estinien can do nothing but shake his head. It would seem moogles remain the same no matter where they hail from. ]

Hopefully you will here from us soon!

[ Sultana Nanamo gives a gentle laugh at the display. A wide smile takes her face as she shakes her head. ] Please, Ser Aymeric. 'Tis good to see you here and more than acquainted with one of our mutual friends.

[ Alkaid tucks her head to the side as the redness in her cheeks continues to burn. Gods, this is embarrassing. She had done her best to keep the engagement a secret, save the two souls she spoke with outside her sister. Now, a head of state...

The Sultana simply smiles at the sight of one of the Warriors of Light becoming flustered so easily. Her gaze returns upwards to Aymeric. ]

Shall I tell the Alliance leaders and General Aldynn that you may be delayed?

[ Sensing what her sister is about to do, K'thisru gives her hand another squeeze then, as if to say without words that she should feel free to tell anyone she wishes to, including Yugiri. But at the same time, she understands why she keeps her news to herself. Regardless, she will always support her sister to the best of her ability.

Yugiri, meanwhile, watches as Alkaid removes the glove covering her hands and then extends her left hand to her for her to see. At first, she just stares at the ring adorning Alkaid's hand, eyes having gone wide, and a gasp escapes her. ]

Are you- Has someone-? [ For once, she has to take a moment to gather her words, because she is pleasantly surprised by this piece of information. Her eyes soften as she gives Alkaid a wide smile. ] So you are to be married.

[ And then, in a way similar to what a young girl would say when chatting with her friends, she asks: ] Is he very handsome?

[ This certainly was not his intention either, but now that things have taken the turn that they have, he intends to just follow where they go, to whatever end. At some point, he knows that they will both have to sleep once more, but for the moment, his mind is on other things.

He watches her reactions carefully, looking for any signs of displeasure or discontent, but all he sees is what he believes to be desire, and he takes that as an encouragement to continue. ]

Oh, a very stern talk, as I must make my position and my feelings clear, lest anyone think I am not wholly resolved in my commitments to you.

[ And at her next words, his eyes seem to darken with a desire of his own, and a look of anticipation crosses his face. ] And I would say the same for you, should that be your desire. [ He sees no reason why any part of him would be considered off-limits to her, and he hopes that she understands that.

And again, he leans in for a kiss, wishing to pour all of his love and affection for her into it so that there cannot be even a shred of doubt for either of them that he considers himself hers, and no one else's. ]

[ Alphinaud offers the young boy a warm smile, and he turns so that Alkaid can receive the benefit of it as well. He cannot pretend that he is not worried for her, but for the moment, the priority must be helping their young charge get to safety where he can be looked at. ]

Once we return to the settlement, you will be able to rest and have any hurts that you have cared for.

[ Fortunately for them, the settlement is not that far from their location, and although Alphinaud does not intend to rush the boy along, they still manage to arrive in good time. As was the case prior to Alphinaud heading out into the field to search for survivors, Krile is still in the designated healing area, and he makes his approach. ]

Is there room for one more? [ Nodding first to Alkaid and then to the boy, he goes on to explain: ] We found him underneath some rubble as we continued our searches.

[ Even if the answer was that there was no room remaining, Alphinaud would have still found a way to secure a space for the boy that he might receive healing and then be able to finally rest. But he hopes that is not the route he must take.

Fortunately, Krile nods in the affirmative, her hands obviously full with caring for the wounded, and she gestures to where a free bed is available. Smiling at her and giving her a nod of thanks, Alphinaud turns back to the boy. ]

See? You will be resting comfortably in no time at all.

[ Even so, he believes that at some point, he will have to set aside the things from his past that haunt him. Being given away to others following his birth is something he has had to work to accept, even though he knows full well that he would never wish for a different life than the one he had known with the Borels. Has it made him more guarded and careful about who he opens himself up to? Of course. But that seems to be a trait of most Ishgardians. For Aymeric's part, however, he intends to change that for himself, and he believes he has taken several steps towards making that happen.

He does not resent Alkaid for pushing him, or even teasing him, because he knows he cannot remain closed off to new experiences forever.

Returning to the topic at hand, he mulls over everything she has told him, marveling about this individual who willingly sealed himself away. ]

What does he intend to do if we should reach that point? [ Of course he knows there must have been a goal in mind, but he can hardly begin to imagine what it might be.

And then his expression shifts into a warm smile. ] I hold a great deal of respect and admiration for K'thisru, and of course, I care for her very much as well, but- [ He thinks back to those first meetings between himself, the sisters, and Alphinaud. ]

When we first met, she did catch my eye, because her tenacity and her confidence spoke volumes. But then I found my attentions caught by another, by her sister, and I have not been able to look away since that moment.

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FF PSL | ❝ for those we can yet save. ❞

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꧁༺ the legend returns (4.1-4.4) ༻꧂

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how's this for emotional whiplash?

[ hurts so good blasts from crystal tower ]

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so... we're taking a long fall then?

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COME RIDE HEROES RIDE :smadge:

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