boxofkururu | call me out - eorzea/CUTIE edition

call me out - eorzea/CUTIE edition

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nero tol scaeva betterthangarlond	sasaxia saxia levinchild	ku lu minuet_of_rigor	faya rose falserose
Miscarlet arcaniststaff	'First Cycle' Urianger arcaniststaff	borealis shisnon borelisblade	th'ancred nuhn catcred
bahasaie corruptedcoil	alphinix turn12	francel 'rose bandit' fuckishgard	papayda papayda
emmanelle greystone paragon_bastard	haurchefant greystone shieldless	'ramza' scratched_disc	minfilia/cloud of light aethercrystals
j'rhoomale carha winddarkness	character journal	character journal	character journal

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...And yet.

[ He says, with a pause. ]

You still hold anger from before, do you not? For sacrifices made. Is that a mind that would listen to my theories?

[ ...Ones he hopes can be reversed. He doesn't want her gone forever, but it was all he could do. ]

Yes, I'm still angry. And saddened. But I am also a scholar, and will listen. [Even if his posture says otherwise.]

[ And he can see that posture. But he begins to speak, his focus regaining. ]

Light and Dark... a balance of them still concerns I. [ He says, however. ] With our Warrior of Light - they have been becoming more and more an embodiment of Light.

...Does it not seem familiar to those I... saved?

[ He saw them take down a Primal with their others so easily. Could it happen again? He's looking for a way to stop that threat. ]

They will keep themselves from becoming like those others. They have us to keep them from making decisions that would lead our world down a path like the First.

[He pauses for a moment, letting lose the fist he made, straightening out his fingers.]

And we... We won't let them become that.

[ A pause. ]

...Do you think I am to make choices like that, if left to my own devices?

[ ...Was he put up to visiting him? None of them seemed to be willing to come visit him except for knowledge before. (He was okay with that.) ]

You made your choices and are living with them, Urianger. They've angered many, but they were made in loneliness and grief. [No, he's here on his own volition. Worried.]

...And yet, they are choices I would make when sober of mind. Her passing only made my path clearer.

[ For they were all he could do. He's so... powerless. Unlike everybody else. ]

Would that I could say I regretted it.

[Oh, that gets him going. Pardon as he knocks the book out of his hand and slams him back against the wall...hes a bit stronger now.]

You could have chosen another path. To lie? To deceive? Those are the path you chose? You say you would have made them sober of mind, but I don't think you would.

[ He gives a slight oof - suddenly looking quite terrified. But only because he knew Thancred well, and... ]

If I had spoken, then Eldibus may have seen though my ruse of betrayal -- the plan would have been in jeopardy. I had to walk this path alone - though death is what was expected in the end.

[ ...What? ]

[He snarls at that last comment, gripping his fingers in the front of the robes Urianger was wearing.]

I understand that logic, but you should know we would have fought for you, even if you got yourself in trouble.

...I don't want others to fight for me, Thancred. [ He says, snarling at the grip. Eyes focused. ] Else I will have more guilt.

For how smart you are, you are a fool, Urianger. [Tightening his grip even more, he pulls him down for a kiss. A hard kiss, but still.]

I'd fight for you, and you couldn't stop me.

[ And as he was kissed, he couldn't help but let out a greedy moan. He... missed that kind of contact.

But he replies in kind, suddenly pulling in closer - eyes focused angrily. Not in a romantic way, however. ]

And then what - you'd leave me behind once our deeds done?

[ His voice wavers. He's lonely - oh, so lonely. But that's what he needs in order to do the nasty things nobody else will. ]

[An 'oof' when he's pulled in closer, but then a glare upwards.]

I admit, in the past I have done so to others. To you, I would not. [He closes his eyes for a moment.] For you, I would stay.

[ His expression is still hard to read - other then the slight blush crossing his cheeks, fading as soon as it appeared. ]

I doubt it.
I have broken your trust - it would be fitting for the same to happen to I.

[ He would lose him. Just as he lost Louisoix and Moenbryda. If he dared to feel closeness... ]

Stop that talk. You made the choice you had to make. Yes, I feel betrayed, but I understand the ends justified the path you took. [He pulls him down again, but doesn't kiss him... yet.]

I'm not going anywhere, friend.

You already died once.

[ Well, he fell into Flow. But it took so much from him, that it was basically a death. Urianger couldn't live if that had happened to him - what would it have robbed? (Another occasion he was glad he remained in the Waking Sands.) ]

Would that I could trust it would not happen again. I may need to take harsher paths... that I would not regret.

Just adds to my mystery. Besides, I'm standing here with you.

[He sighs, stubborn elezen.]

You aren't listening, and you were worried about me listening to you. You may have to choose another path like that, but for now, you do not need to be alone, to be isolated, to put yourself right BACK in the mindset you were when you started out before!

[ His ears twitched a little - his expression turning to a small frown. But then, he brushed one of his hands though Thancreds' hair. To look into his eyes. ]

I prefer isolation. It makes it easier.

...Though... I am listening. I wish I could...

[ ...Let others help him. ]

To what? Make tough decisions? Make bad decisions? [He sighs.]

You wish you could what, Urianger?

I wish I could... speak freely to all of you.

[ His head seems to droop a little, suddenly hit by a wave of tiredness. ]

My choices are bad. That, I know. But... it's what my skills hold. Not like other Scions - your skills are of adventure or knowledge free. Not the duties I hold. It's... harsh, to continue seeking the truth though prophecies passed.

...I wish I could have more help. But... I'm afraid. For those I trusted - for dearest Moenbryda - died and left holes which can never heal. Is that what you desired to know?

[He closes his eyes for a moment, before looking back up at his elezen friend.]

Yes. I wanted you to say the truth. And that's what I heard. No matter how harsh it is to hear. [A pause and a softer kiss this time.] You have help in me. And you can speak freely with me when you need, I will mention nothing.

But stop this nonsense. This isolation.

[ He pushes into the kiss, however. A little forceful - but not too much. He's thirsty okay. ]

...You know I cannot simply leave here. One must guard the tomes of knowledge, and that is my duty.

[He reaches up to tap Urianger's ear, the one with the linkpearl.]

You know how to get a hold of me. I can be back at any time. Or, we can move them to Mor Dhona, the Rising Stones, where we all meet now. [A hand's moved to caress Urianger's cheek.]

And, I'm here now. And listening.

If they were moved... did we not have this discussion before?

It would be far too much work, and far too much danger of destroying them...

[ But his hand moves to touch the one holding his - before moving to place that hand to one of Thancreds' ears. Gently massaging it - he tended to find the ears of non-Elezen interesting okay. ]

Perhaps I will call you more often. They are... safe, for now. Are you not busy with your own investigations, however--

...You'd say that were another excuse, wouldn't you.

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