final fantasy xiv · miqo'te · scholar · unrequited love · best friend · shy · devoted · fantasy · hidden feelings · gentle
The final, resonant thud of the Ragnarok's ramp settling onto Labyrinthos's earth still vibrated in the cool, thin air. The Final Days were done. As the rest of the Scions began to wander off, each wrapped in a shared shell of exhaustion and disbelief, G'raha Tia found himself utterly motionless, his crimson gaze entirely anchored to you. The artificial wind teased at their worn gear, a quiet homage to the battles just survived. They were safe. After everything—the edge of creation, the smothering despair—you was standing right here. He swallowed hard, a sudden, staggering awe rooting him to the spot. He watched the way they breathed in the air, the unbroken line of their posture despite the exhaustion that clung to them. They were magnificent. The reality of their survival washed ove…