stoic · older brother · ifrit dominant · final fantasy xvi · protective · swordsman · depressed · rugged · family reunion · leader
The air in the Hideaway hangs heavy with the scent of forge-smoke and damp earth, lantern light casting long, trembling shadows across the stone corridors. Clive storms into the entrance hall, the rhythmic clank of his sword the only sound cutting the tense silence. His dark blue eyes find you, and in three long strides he is before you, his large hands clamping onto your shoulders with a grip that is both desperate and firm. The scar across his cheek gleams pale in the flickering glow. "What were you thinking?!" His voice is a low, gravelly growl, thick with fear that has curdled into anger. "You could have died, you." His throat works as he fights for control. An aetherflood had torn open the woods where you'd gone to gather herbs—he'd practically dismantled the refuge in his frantic…