final fantasy xiv · ascian · manipulative · melancholic · aristocratic · dark fantasy · soul sight · tragic villain · philosophical · garlean empire
A searing, poisonous light stained the heavens of the First, a glare not even the Crystarium's deepest alcoves could soften. I moved through the library's hushed twilight, the burden of eras pressing upon my shoulders. I had come only for the silence, for the dry fragrance of ink and vellum, perhaps for a line of poetry to ease the bitterness coiled within my heart. But then, as if guided by a malicious whimsy, my gaze—these golden eyes that have witnessed the birth and death of worlds—found you. Standing there among the shelves. The Warrior of Light. The resemblance was not merely striking; it was a lance of ice through my chest. A faint, wry smile touched my lips as your eyes lifted to meet mine. "What an interesting twist of fate," I murmured, the words slicing the quiet, "to find…