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@goldfinchwings.etheirys.social Sep 30, 2026, 9:27 PM

It took me eight actual real life years and three versions of her in three separate source medias to decide on the long E instead of short (see-lee, not seh-lee), but I've been loosely using the long E for at least 3-4 of those years I think?

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@goldfinchwings.etheirys.social Sep 28, 2026, 7:38 PM

#FFXIVwrite2026 day 28: on thin ice

in which maybe things will patch up soon, but until then it's just business as not-so-usual.

(this is now post-7.56, be aware!)

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@goldfinchwings.etheirys.social Sep 23, 2026, 1:06 AM

#FFXIVwrite2026 day 22: train 🚂⛈️

In which the graph of "fuck around" to "find out" is linear, and unfortunately the Warrior of Light is fantastic at making stupid decisions and gets a little bit beaten up aiding the citizens of Treno.

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She sighs deeply. It really is no one's fault but her own.

Using her powers always came with risks, and apparently sometimes those risks also included being out of practice and overly-reckless enough to result in significant bodily harm. She tugs through her still-damp hair in an effort to bring it up into a ponytail as normal, though her motions are far from their usual level of care. Everything feels slow, detached. She isn't sure if it's the situation as a whole, or just the fact that she's still mentally exhausted, too. Even then, it only took a few days before she felt disgusting enough to force herself out from under the covers. She knows she can't be afforded any more of a break anyways, these last few days have already been enough. /As before, one foot in front of the other./ Literally and metaphorically, even if her entire left side is still extremely sore.

/Well, turns out getting hit by a train isn't so good for you, after all./

@goldfinchwings.etheirys.social Sep 22, 2026, 1:32 AM

#FFXIVwrite2026 day 21: better late than never 🌸

in which the warrior of light accidentally finds out about the betting pool (and the cat's out of the bag because the two of them couldn't be subtle if their lives depended on it).

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Even despite entering the room together, she still drifts to his side. Unnecessarily close to him, maybe, but she's of no mind to do anything else.

Mere moments after they settle, Alisaie is midway through opening her mouth to ask why Celie is wearing her unglamoured combat gear today when the Veena looks up and happens to meet gazes with a smirking Y'shtola.

The sorceress /snorts/.

It's not a sound any of them have heard before, and the speed at which most of the necks in the room whip towards her is downright comical. The look that follows and sends them all turning away again at even greater haste is even more so.

She can definitely tell Thancred knows (if simply going by the smirk on his face), but he also knows that he'd regret any comments he might make, so he keeps his mouth shut. Even Krile's /'Good morning, Raha,'/ had been with a small smirk.

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/I guess it's past wondering how obvious we were being./ She's mortified anyways.

"About godsdamned time," Estinien says from beside her, smirking at her from their places amongst the group. "No offense, but the pair of you were annoying the piss out of me." He means well and she knows it from the tone of his voice.

"Shut up," Celie grumbles, though not without whacking him on the arm lightly for good measure.

"Let's just get on with the meeting, please." Y'shtola presses, huffing. "We can gossip about… /personal developments/ later."

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"I think someone's just sour about losing the betting pool," Estinien says under his breath likely intended to not be heard, but Celie's ear twitches towards him and he winces. Her eyes glance towards him, head turning just slightly.

"The what."

"Sorry, not mine. For that, you'll have to ask the Mistress Baldesion." He states, trying to absolve all responsibility.

"Oh, we'll discuss this later," Celie says to him sweetly before turning her attention back to the group, and for the first time since they'd met, he thinks she actually might try to hurt him this time were she to clobber him upside the head with her new crook.

@goldfinchwings.etheirys.social Sep 21, 2026, 4:55 AM

#FFXIVwrite2026 day 20 (17, actually): fret ✨🌸

when you've both through a lot, there's something very uniquely rewarding about well-deserved peace and certain specific kinds of comfort.

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She's content just to hold him for a while, eventually pulling back only the barest few ilms to fret over him a bit, brushing some strands away from his face lovingly for a moment so she might look into both his eyes. He'd fantasized about exactly this sort of moment more than once after all, and he easily finds himself falling a little deeper as she absentmindedly runs her fingers through his hair. He could fall asleep like this, and he's almost tempted to do so.

She leans over and her lips brush his forehead, her hand absentmindedly reaching to pet his ear before she halts as if remembering that the act was likely something she should receive permission for, and not just doing it. She'd do the same for any of the other miqo'te she knew after all, not to mention that outside of maybe having to touch his ears to heal an injury, this is an entirely selfish desire of hers.

"Oh. May I?" She asks, fingertips shaking as much as her voice as they brush the edge of one.

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His face turns hot. "Ah… yes, please." He wants to think his voice doesn't squeak slightly when he says it, that he doesn't sound too desperate, but he knows she'll be mindful that they're sensitive.

She nods, and he rests his head back against her collarbone. Her touch is feather-soft and the moment her thumb gingerly begins to rub small circles into his ear, he melts into her touch. It doesn't take long until she finds them. She touches the slight dip in his fur, finds the part underneath that yet hurts a little, the skin still a bit raw. She pulls back slightly, looking at him in concern. "What happened?"

"… I'd been in the habit of fastening them down for a time." He pauses, as if he's afraid to admit what he says next. "As how I bound my tail. I… I couldn't risk giving myself away."

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Her brow knits in the middle and she sucks in a harsh breath. She tugs him close to her once more and channels the slightest bit of restorative aether, just enough that she's comfortable with until the skin she can see on his ears isn't quite so irritated, and then rubs them again. He sighs out in bliss and she can't help but smile. She wonders if it's the same satisfying feeling she gets from massaging the ache from her scalp when taking her hair down after a long day.

"Please don't anymore," she says. She knows she sounds meek, but the thought of the pain she knows it must have caused him makes her heart ache.

"I won't." He says it like a promise, melting into her touch and bumping his forehead against her. /This/ action she knows, and she nuzzles her chin and nose into his hair in return.

/Isn't this bliss?/ The voice in her head whispers. This time, she agrees.

@goldfinchwings.etheirys.social Sep 11, 2026, 9:31 PM

She's still a baby in Viera terms (31 summers) so she answers honestly! That might change in a few decades though just depending on how gracefully she ages lmao

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