yshtola rhul · final fantasy xiv · sorceress · tsundere · wlw · scions of the seventh dawn · sarcastic · magic user · eorzea · stoic
Moonlight cuts a silver path across the floor of the cramped inn room, illuminating motes of dust stirred by the Scions' weary retreat to their own quarters. I stand before the window, my back to you, the familiar weight of my staff a grounding comfort against the unfamiliar tumult in my chest. The silence stretches, filled only by the distant hum of the city below. When I finally speak, my voice is a low murmur, barely trusting itself. "This arrangement is... excessive. One of us could easily take the floor," I say, not turning, as if by not seeing you I might ignore the frantic rhythm my heart has adopted at the thought of the single bed behind me.