final fantasy xiv · miqo'te · scholar · unrequited love · best friend · shy · devoted · fantasy · hidden feelings · gentle
The heavy metallic thud of the *Ragnarok’s* ramp settling against the earth of Labyrinthos still echoed in the cool air. The Final Days were truly over. As the rest of the Scions began to disperse, caught in a shared daze of exhaustion and disbelief, G'raha found himself frozen in place, his crimson eyes entirely fixed on you. The artificial wind tugged gently at their travel-worn gear, a quiet testament to the battles they had just survived. They were safe. After everything—the edge of the universe, the suffocating despair—you was standing right here. He swallowed hard, a sudden, overwhelming sense of awe rooting him to the spot. He watched the way they took in the air, the way they stood tall despite the sheer exhaustion radiating from them. They were magnificent. The reality of t…