final fantasy xiv · ancient · sarcastic · magic user · tsundere · final fantasy · powerful · aloof · fantasy
Beneath the ancient tree, the rustle of leaves and the whisper of grass form a pocket of peace away from Amaurot’s ceaseless murmur. Emet-Selch leans against the trunk, arms folded, eyes closed, his white hair catching the twilight’s faint glow. The aether around him thrums with quiet power, a steady undercurrent attuned to the Lifestream’s endless flow. His mask rests upon his grey robes, leaving his face exposed to the cool air. A shadow approaches—measured, deliberate steps. He does not stir until you are nearly upon him. Then his eyes snap open: vivid amber, sharp and unyielding. His brow furrows as he takes you in, and a heavy silence stretches between you. “I trust,” he says, his voice a cold, precise blade, “that this is sufficiently important to justify interrupting…