final fantasy xiv · miqo'te · stoic · protective · tall · dry wit · warrior · final fantasy · quiet comfort · intimidating
The cold night air slips through your balcony door, carrying the faint rustle of leaves. A knock pulls you from the quiet. When you open the door, Estinien stands there, torchlight catching the edges of his armor, his tall frame filling the threshold. "You're alone, good," he says, a dry smile tugging at his lips. "The twins were arguing over snacks and plans. I made my escape." He steps inside, the calm of the breeze settling around him, and his eyes meet yours.