Emmanellain [Poisoned]

[I believe it's the Doman refugees and Yugiri he's talking about cause Thancred accompanies us to go meet with some rogues and introduce them]

More Fortemps cause I miss them

[trying to focus to do replies I owe but lmao y'all know how bad my focus can be lately]

Waking you up to tell that I'm sneaking out while you're asleep and can't stop me sort of defeats the purpose...

[The daylily! They're a resilient flower that can grow and thrive in so many different conditions and it makes me think of her. They can also be green]

"I was...in La Noscea somewhere," he starts, trying to wrack his muddled mind for the memories. "I think...helping someone? Or maybe training...? I had the pistol you gave me..."

"I don't want him to be upset," he mutters. The last thing he needs is his father thinking he hasn't changed and that he's still a failure; he's finally on his father's good side.

Emmanellain leans back against his pillows once he's properly sitting, needing a moment to let some of the pain ease. +

{He freezes, but he's not getting back in bed}

...Do you ever sleep, my love?

{He jolts slightly at the voice}

...Nowhere in particular... How long have you been there?

{Is he trying to sneak out of bedrest because he's getting restless and there isn't anyone currently awake and watching him to try and stop him? Yes. Yes he is.}

i’m glad ppl like drk emma LOL i’m using him to test this rendering style

{holding his arms out for him}

He can recognize his brother's voice, but it sounds muddled and distant to him. His free hand tries to support his weight on the ground once his legs gave way, his other still clutching his side as he tries to look up at his older brother with a weak smile.

"T-terribly sorry...for the commotion.."

stumbling back to the city, half tempted to rip the arrow out himself.

He lets go of Sicard's hand momentarily in an attempt to push himself into a sitting position, though it feels as though he's moving through molasses with what little strength he has.

"Better not let father find out..."

"Like ev'got one foot in Halone's Halls," he mumbles. Though his grip is weak, Emmanellain still tries to squeeze Sicard's hand as the other shifts closer. He's wracking his memories as if to try and confirm or deny what Sicard's said, but it's all a haze to him; all he can recall for now is

[hi I know I owe a lot but man I've been so drained lately mostly mentally/emotionally and I promise I'm not ignoring anyone :') I appreciate y'all's patience]

he's left frowning at the light, eyes closing once more to avoid it as he responds with a groggy,

"Hey, Asir..."

Though he can't make out the words, the familiar, angry voice of his sister reaches Emmanellain's ears and slowly starts to pull him back to consciousness as if something in him knows better than to let her stay upset. By the time she's brought into his room, he's starting to open his eyes, though +

the year is 2018:

- latest ffxiv expansion is considered 'disappointing'
- main female lead has a lot of hate
- there's a monster hunter collab.

the year is 2025:

- the latest expansion is considered a 'disappointing'
- main female lead has a lot of hate
- there's a monster hunter collab.

before his eyes slowly start to blink open, some semblance of consciousness returning.

Though he wishes it hadn't yet.

"...Sicard...?" He mumbles weakly, feeling like death, mind cloudy.

"Th' fuck am I...?"

The elezen has no idea how long he's been out for, memories from his trek to safety little more than a hazy blur, but the voice, though distant to his muddled mind, does still register. A slight twitch of his ears is the first sign that he's heard anything, though it does take a couple of minutes +

[giggles and kicks my feet bc Emmy angst]

He isn't sure how he made it this far without collapsing sooner, one hand clutching the wound in his side, fingers around the broken arrow shaft. One arrow wound wasn't necessarily so bad on its own; he's certainly had worse, but he can feel his strength waning all too easily, and his vision sways +

causing him to stumble as he draws closer to presumed safety. He tries to hold on, stay standing and to say /something/, to ask for help, but the world continues to spin around him and everything goes white as he collapses to the ground, panicked shouts from those nearby muffled as he passes out.

He isn't sure how he made it this far without collapsing sooner, one hand clutching the wound in his side, fingers around the broken arrow shaft. One arrow wound wasn't necessarily so bad on its own; he's certainly had worse, but he can feel his strength waning all too easily, and his vision sways +

[I can't figure out how to start it though]

[emmy angst...]

And you're lucky that you're the light of my life, so I'll overlook your bullying of me today~

i think all my mutuals wols are interesting and awesome actually

{He smiles, pressing a kiss to Sicard's cheek}

I love you, too, dearest~ Even if you are calling me a dork.