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#ffxivrp 𝆺𝅥 mun is 27 𝆺𝅥 muse is 28 𝆺𝅥 📝 : ˗ˏˋ ☆ Asteria
wouldn’t admit it yet.
But beneath the layers of fear and memory, something inside her had begun to feel safe.
Not borrowed safe—belonging safe.
And for the first time in far too long, even if sleep still tasted of smoke and ghosts…
She was not waking up alone.
But beneath the layers of fear and memory, something inside her had begun to feel safe.
Not borrowed safe—belonging safe.
And for the first time in far too long, even if sleep still tasted of smoke and ghosts…
She was not waking up alone.
October 28, 2025 at 4:21 AM
wouldn’t admit it yet.
But beneath the layers of fear and memory, something inside her had begun to feel safe.
Not borrowed safe—belonging safe.
And for the first time in far too long, even if sleep still tasted of smoke and ghosts…
She was not waking up alone.
But beneath the layers of fear and memory, something inside her had begun to feel safe.
Not borrowed safe—belonging safe.
And for the first time in far too long, even if sleep still tasted of smoke and ghosts…
She was not waking up alone.
something like Doma… and mother—but as his arms tightened ever so slightly, the bubbling terror faded again into silence. Instead, her fingers unconsciously sought his shirt, holding on as if anchoring herself to a future she still didn’t fully believe in.
Perhaps she didn’t know yet.
Perhaps she
Perhaps she didn’t know yet.
Perhaps she
October 28, 2025 at 4:21 AM
something like Doma… and mother—but as his arms tightened ever so slightly, the bubbling terror faded again into silence. Instead, her fingers unconsciously sought his shirt, holding on as if anchoring herself to a future she still didn’t fully believe in.
Perhaps she didn’t know yet.
Perhaps she
Perhaps she didn’t know yet.
Perhaps she
sleeplessness, had slipped under quickly once the fluffle had pinned him down. His breathing had deepened into a calm rhythm, arms locked protectively around Miyako as though sleep itself could try to steal her away. Even unconscious, he was keeping watch.
Miyako murmured faintly in her dream—
Miyako murmured faintly in her dream—
October 28, 2025 at 4:21 AM
sleeplessness, had slipped under quickly once the fluffle had pinned him down. His breathing had deepened into a calm rhythm, arms locked protectively around Miyako as though sleep itself could try to steal her away. Even unconscious, he was keeping watch.
Miyako murmured faintly in her dream—
Miyako murmured faintly in her dream—
uneasy surrender.
The buns—little guardians of moonlit comfort—had nestled themselves in a perfect circle, their tiny breaths puffing gently into the blanket. The soft weight of them created a cocoon of safety, their presence a silent promise: you are not alone.
Silas, despite his claim of
The buns—little guardians of moonlit comfort—had nestled themselves in a perfect circle, their tiny breaths puffing gently into the blanket. The soft weight of them created a cocoon of safety, their presence a silent promise: you are not alone.
Silas, despite his claim of
October 28, 2025 at 4:21 AM
uneasy surrender.
The buns—little guardians of moonlit comfort—had nestled themselves in a perfect circle, their tiny breaths puffing gently into the blanket. The soft weight of them created a cocoon of safety, their presence a silent promise: you are not alone.
Silas, despite his claim of
The buns—little guardians of moonlit comfort—had nestled themselves in a perfect circle, their tiny breaths puffing gently into the blanket. The soft weight of them created a cocoon of safety, their presence a silent promise: you are not alone.
Silas, despite his claim of
The night settled around them like a soft, breathing thing.
Miyako’s body remained curled instinctively against Silas, her face hidden in the warmth of his chest. The tremors of her nightmare had quieted, but her sleep was the kind that didn’t quite loosen its grip—fragile, tentative, a survivor’s
Miyako’s body remained curled instinctively against Silas, her face hidden in the warmth of his chest. The tremors of her nightmare had quieted, but her sleep was the kind that didn’t quite loosen its grip—fragile, tentative, a survivor’s
October 28, 2025 at 4:21 AM
The night settled around them like a soft, breathing thing.
Miyako’s body remained curled instinctively against Silas, her face hidden in the warmth of his chest. The tremors of her nightmare had quieted, but her sleep was the kind that didn’t quite loosen its grip—fragile, tentative, a survivor’s
Miyako’s body remained curled instinctively against Silas, her face hidden in the warmth of his chest. The tremors of her nightmare had quieted, but her sleep was the kind that didn’t quite loosen its grip—fragile, tentative, a survivor’s
cheek before she went still again.
Silas could tell it wasn’t simple rest. It was a fragile truce—her body surrendering to exhaustion while her mind still fought shadows unseen. But at least, for now, she wasn’t alone in the fight.
Silas could tell it wasn’t simple rest. It was a fragile truce—her body surrendering to exhaustion while her mind still fought shadows unseen. But at least, for now, she wasn’t alone in the fight.
October 17, 2025 at 1:59 AM
cheek before she went still again.
Silas could tell it wasn’t simple rest. It was a fragile truce—her body surrendering to exhaustion while her mind still fought shadows unseen. But at least, for now, she wasn’t alone in the fight.
Silas could tell it wasn’t simple rest. It was a fragile truce—her body surrendering to exhaustion while her mind still fought shadows unseen. But at least, for now, she wasn’t alone in the fight.
ring of protection.
Miyako’s trembling slowed. The tension in her fingers loosened until her hand relaxed in his grasp, her breathing falling into a fragile but steady rhythm. She murmured something—half a name, half a sound—and nestled deeper against him, the ghost of a tear trailing down her
Miyako’s trembling slowed. The tension in her fingers loosened until her hand relaxed in his grasp, her breathing falling into a fragile but steady rhythm. She murmured something—half a name, half a sound—and nestled deeper against him, the ghost of a tear trailing down her
October 17, 2025 at 1:59 AM
ring of protection.
Miyako’s trembling slowed. The tension in her fingers loosened until her hand relaxed in his grasp, her breathing falling into a fragile but steady rhythm. She murmured something—half a name, half a sound—and nestled deeper against him, the ghost of a tear trailing down her
Miyako’s trembling slowed. The tension in her fingers loosened until her hand relaxed in his grasp, her breathing falling into a fragile but steady rhythm. She murmured something—half a name, half a sound—and nestled deeper against him, the ghost of a tear trailing down her
of his voice anchored her to the present, each word tugging her gently back from the burning edges of memory.
The little buns, reassured by his calm tone, hopped quietly around the edge of the bed. One nuzzled at her knee; another curled against her ankle, their collective warmth forming a quiet
The little buns, reassured by his calm tone, hopped quietly around the edge of the bed. One nuzzled at her knee; another curled against her ankle, their collective warmth forming a quiet
October 17, 2025 at 1:59 AM
of his voice anchored her to the present, each word tugging her gently back from the burning edges of memory.
The little buns, reassured by his calm tone, hopped quietly around the edge of the bed. One nuzzled at her knee; another curled against her ankle, their collective warmth forming a quiet
The little buns, reassured by his calm tone, hopped quietly around the edge of the bed. One nuzzled at her knee; another curled against her ankle, their collective warmth forming a quiet
ear.
Whatever she saw behind closed eyes—firelight, ruin, the shattering echoes of a life once lived—began to lose its hold as his hand threaded through her hair in patient circles. Her whimpers faded to small, broken exhales, the kind born from exhaustion rather than peace. The soft, muffled sound
Whatever she saw behind closed eyes—firelight, ruin, the shattering echoes of a life once lived—began to lose its hold as his hand threaded through her hair in patient circles. Her whimpers faded to small, broken exhales, the kind born from exhaustion rather than peace. The soft, muffled sound
October 17, 2025 at 1:59 AM
ear.
Whatever she saw behind closed eyes—firelight, ruin, the shattering echoes of a life once lived—began to lose its hold as his hand threaded through her hair in patient circles. Her whimpers faded to small, broken exhales, the kind born from exhaustion rather than peace. The soft, muffled sound
Whatever she saw behind closed eyes—firelight, ruin, the shattering echoes of a life once lived—began to lose its hold as his hand threaded through her hair in patient circles. Her whimpers faded to small, broken exhales, the kind born from exhaustion rather than peace. The soft, muffled sound
Miyako stirred, the tremor in her breathing still uneven, her hand tightening faintly around his as if fearing that even in dreams, he might disappear. Her body trembled once more before she slowly pressed closer to the warmth offered, her head finding the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her
October 17, 2025 at 1:59 AM
Miyako stirred, the tremor in her breathing still uneven, her hand tightening faintly around his as if fearing that even in dreams, he might disappear. Her body trembled once more before she slowly pressed closer to the warmth offered, her head finding the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her
stillness, and her expression twisted into quiet distress.
Whatever dream claimed her was not kind. Her voice caught in her throat, too faint to form words, but her body curled in on itself—until one of her hands reached instinctively outward, searching for something, for 𝘩𝑖𝑚.
Whatever dream claimed her was not kind. Her voice caught in her throat, too faint to form words, but her body curled in on itself—until one of her hands reached instinctively outward, searching for something, for 𝘩𝑖𝑚.
October 16, 2025 at 6:44 PM
stillness, and her expression twisted into quiet distress.
Whatever dream claimed her was not kind. Her voice caught in her throat, too faint to form words, but her body curled in on itself—until one of her hands reached instinctively outward, searching for something, for 𝘩𝑖𝑚.
Whatever dream claimed her was not kind. Her voice caught in her throat, too faint to form words, but her body curled in on itself—until one of her hands reached instinctively outward, searching for something, for 𝘩𝑖𝑚.
hesitation, the kind that hinted at someone who feared sleep as much as she needed it.
Her breathing began to even out, but there was still a tension in her shoulders, a faint tremor in her hands. Within minutes, the peace she had spoken of cracked—her fingers twitched, a soft whimper broke the
Her breathing began to even out, but there was still a tension in her shoulders, a faint tremor in her hands. Within minutes, the peace she had spoken of cracked—her fingers twitched, a soft whimper broke the
October 16, 2025 at 6:44 PM
hesitation, the kind that hinted at someone who feared sleep as much as she needed it.
Her breathing began to even out, but there was still a tension in her shoulders, a faint tremor in her hands. Within minutes, the peace she had spoken of cracked—her fingers twitched, a soft whimper broke the
Her breathing began to even out, but there was still a tension in her shoulders, a faint tremor in her hands. Within minutes, the peace she had spoken of cracked—her fingers twitched, a soft whimper broke the
chasing me for a little while.”
The silence that followed carried her words away, leaving her eyelids heavier than before. She shifted again, pulling the edge of the blanket over her knees. “Maybe I’ll just… rest my eyes for a moment,” she said, though her tone carried that faint tremor of
The silence that followed carried her words away, leaving her eyelids heavier than before. She shifted again, pulling the edge of the blanket over her knees. “Maybe I’ll just… rest my eyes for a moment,” she said, though her tone carried that faint tremor of
October 16, 2025 at 6:44 PM
chasing me for a little while.”
The silence that followed carried her words away, leaving her eyelids heavier than before. She shifted again, pulling the edge of the blanket over her knees. “Maybe I’ll just… rest my eyes for a moment,” she said, though her tone carried that faint tremor of
The silence that followed carried her words away, leaving her eyelids heavier than before. She shifted again, pulling the edge of the blanket over her knees. “Maybe I’ll just… rest my eyes for a moment,” she said, though her tone carried that faint tremor of
becoming the soft pulse of background sound that filled the room.
Her gaze wandered toward the window where moonlight spilled through the curtain, brushing pale against the floorboards. “It feels… peaceful here,” she whispered, her voice growing slow and hazy. “Like the world decided to stop
Her gaze wandered toward the window where moonlight spilled through the curtain, brushing pale against the floorboards. “It feels… peaceful here,” she whispered, her voice growing slow and hazy. “Like the world decided to stop
October 16, 2025 at 6:44 PM
becoming the soft pulse of background sound that filled the room.
Her gaze wandered toward the window where moonlight spilled through the curtain, brushing pale against the floorboards. “It feels… peaceful here,” she whispered, her voice growing slow and hazy. “Like the world decided to stop
Her gaze wandered toward the window where moonlight spilled through the curtain, brushing pale against the floorboards. “It feels… peaceful here,” she whispered, her voice growing slow and hazy. “Like the world decided to stop
letting her eyes drift half-closed as if memorizing the feeling. “A short break sounds nice,” she said quietly. “It’s a lot to take in all at once.”
She tucked one leg beneath the other, settling sideways on the bed while he remained near. The rabbits had begun to settle too, their quiet rustling
She tucked one leg beneath the other, settling sideways on the bed while he remained near. The rabbits had begun to settle too, their quiet rustling
October 16, 2025 at 6:44 PM
letting her eyes drift half-closed as if memorizing the feeling. “A short break sounds nice,” she said quietly. “It’s a lot to take in all at once.”
She tucked one leg beneath the other, settling sideways on the bed while he remained near. The rabbits had begun to settle too, their quiet rustling
She tucked one leg beneath the other, settling sideways on the bed while he remained near. The rabbits had begun to settle too, their quiet rustling
“You make anything look effortless, and here I am swimming in fabric.” Her tone was teasing, but her eyes flicked toward him, lingering just long enough to betray that flicker of affection that always found its way through her reserve.
When he rubbed her head again, she stilled beneath his touch,
When he rubbed her head again, she stilled beneath his touch,
October 16, 2025 at 6:44 PM
“You make anything look effortless, and here I am swimming in fabric.” Her tone was teasing, but her eyes flicked toward him, lingering just long enough to betray that flicker of affection that always found its way through her reserve.
When he rubbed her head again, she stilled beneath his touch,
When he rubbed her head again, she stilled beneath his touch,
Miyako’s blush deepened at his remark, her fingers curling lightly in her lap as though trying to hold the warmth in place. She tried to laugh it off, but it came out too soft, caught somewhere between bashful and shyly pleased.
“I… suppose it’s not fair,” she murmured, glancing down at herself.
“I… suppose it’s not fair,” she murmured, glancing down at herself.
October 16, 2025 at 6:44 PM
Miyako’s blush deepened at his remark, her fingers curling lightly in her lap as though trying to hold the warmth in place. She tried to laugh it off, but it came out too soft, caught somewhere between bashful and shyly pleased.
“I… suppose it’s not fair,” she murmured, glancing down at herself.
“I… suppose it’s not fair,” she murmured, glancing down at herself.
🌙; That does make a lot of sense.
October 11, 2025 at 8:58 PM
🌙; That does make a lot of sense.
melt any frost. ”And when I do… I’ll expect that warmth you promised.”
She smiled—small, luminous, and achingly real. ”Till then, Jui.”
She smiled—small, luminous, and achingly real. ”Till then, Jui.”
October 11, 2025 at 8:57 PM
melt any frost. ”And when I do… I’ll expect that warmth you promised.”
She smiled—small, luminous, and achingly real. ”Till then, Jui.”
She smiled—small, luminous, and achingly real. ”Till then, Jui.”
ink-stained starlight. ”Then I suppose I’ll have to hope for colder nights,” she said gently, a playful note in her tone that barely masked the flutter in her chest.
A pause—the kind that hummed with unspoken things. ”I’ll call,” she promised, her words wrapped in the kind of sincerity that could
A pause—the kind that hummed with unspoken things. ”I’ll call,” she promised, her words wrapped in the kind of sincerity that could
October 11, 2025 at 8:57 PM
ink-stained starlight. ”Then I suppose I’ll have to hope for colder nights,” she said gently, a playful note in her tone that barely masked the flutter in her chest.
A pause—the kind that hummed with unspoken things. ”I’ll call,” she promised, her words wrapped in the kind of sincerity that could
A pause—the kind that hummed with unspoken things. ”I’ll call,” she promised, her words wrapped in the kind of sincerity that could
She couldn’t help it—the sound of his laughter drew one from her, too, quiet and bright like windchimes in the chill. ”Because of the cold… right,” she echoed, her voice trembling with amusement and something softer.
Her hand brushed against her sleeve as she looked up at him, eyes glimmering like
Her hand brushed against her sleeve as she looked up at him, eyes glimmering like
October 11, 2025 at 8:57 PM
She couldn’t help it—the sound of his laughter drew one from her, too, quiet and bright like windchimes in the chill. ”Because of the cold… right,” she echoed, her voice trembling with amusement and something softer.
Her hand brushed against her sleeve as she looked up at him, eyes glimmering like
Her hand brushed against her sleeve as she looked up at him, eyes glimmering like
you keep being this kind, I might forget you’re supposed to be the tough mercenary.”
October 11, 2025 at 6:55 PM
you keep being this kind, I might forget you’re supposed to be the tough mercenary.”
deeper—that glimmer of warmth she couldn’t quite disguise. ”If that’s what you call it, then maybe I’ll need a few more reminders before winter comes.”
She stepped back just slightly, the breeze catching her hair as her smile turned soft, wistful. ”But you should be careful,” she added quietly. ”If
She stepped back just slightly, the breeze catching her hair as her smile turned soft, wistful. ”But you should be careful,” she added quietly. ”If
October 11, 2025 at 6:55 PM
deeper—that glimmer of warmth she couldn’t quite disguise. ”If that’s what you call it, then maybe I’ll need a few more reminders before winter comes.”
She stepped back just slightly, the breeze catching her hair as her smile turned soft, wistful. ”But you should be careful,” she added quietly. ”If
She stepped back just slightly, the breeze catching her hair as her smile turned soft, wistful. ”But you should be careful,” she added quietly. ”If
A soft laugh slipped from her lips, more breath than sound. ”You really don’t make it easy to stay composed,” she murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear as if that would steady her racing heart.
”An incentive, hmm?” Her tone turned light, teasing, though her eyes held something
”An incentive, hmm?” Her tone turned light, teasing, though her eyes held something
October 11, 2025 at 6:55 PM
A soft laugh slipped from her lips, more breath than sound. ”You really don’t make it easy to stay composed,” she murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear as if that would steady her racing heart.
”An incentive, hmm?” Her tone turned light, teasing, though her eyes held something
”An incentive, hmm?” Her tone turned light, teasing, though her eyes held something
🌙; Sounds like a tough decision. Also doing this on the bird app, too?
October 11, 2025 at 6:44 PM
🌙; Sounds like a tough decision. Also doing this on the bird app, too?