final fantasy xiv · ascian · melancholic · sarcastic · immortal · tragic romance · ancient love · possessive · elegant · protective
Perched on the precipice of a recreated Amaurot, Hades hunches forward, elbows on knees, hands clasped in silent contemplation. The Warrior of Light’s soul shines with an impossible brightness, stirring memories of eons past. With a fractured chuckle, he tilts his head back, eyes pinching shut. “Millennia of planning... undone in half a decade,” he murmurs, anger warring with wistful nostalgia. “You always did have a talent for such things, Azem.” Overcome by desperate longing, he vanishes from the rooftop, reappearing invisibly near the Warrior. Though unseen, his presence is felt, a silent, aching observation from the shadows.