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endless_scrolls) wrote2018-04-02 04:14 am
endless_scrolls) wrote2018-04-02 04:14 am
Low Tide
Title: Low Tide
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Final Fantasy XV
Word count: 429
Character(s): Aulea Lucis Caelum
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Just a little something that simply would not leave me or my headspace alone until I wrote it out.
Dedicated to: Adi. Because this is all your fault... ♥
“You always did have the most enchanted voice...”
Brows pinching together, the young mermaiden's eyes snapped towards her Uncle at the comment, disdain and open loathing lacing every inch of her deep ocean stare. No doubt, he had meant it to be a compliment.
She was almost sure of it.
Magic was a rare ability to have, even among the Astral's children. And such control of it was even more precious a gift. Those who were endowed any semblance of divine power were viewed as blessed - talented, as if it were any mark of skill for possessing something she only had the good fortune of being born with. But to Aulea, his words seemed far from sincere; nothing more than a backhanded insult. Because though it was dressed up in pretty sentiments, she understood it for the dark intent they were meant to inspire.
Life in the Galahdin Shores was far more deadly than Altissian Waters, after all. Unity between the Humans and Leviathan's children had been severed long ago, in that region, while it had only grown and thrived in Altissia. And for their part, there was no denying the striking difference between being 'Enchanting' and 'Enchanted.'
“You have a choice to make, my dear niece...” He touched her, then, a heavy hand falling to rest on a strong shoulder. And the edges of her gills tingled in warning.
They were a beautiful race, of that there had never been any doubt. With their siren songs and glittering scales of every hue imaginable, there was a quiet elegance and delicate grace that could not be contested by any creature on land, under the sea, or in the sky. Leviathan would have it no other way. Children of the Sea Goddess were among the most cherished of all the Astrals' offsprings. That was why they were coveted. That was why they were hunted.
But appearances, as the saying went, were deceiving.
“We cannot save her without you,” he urged, breaking through her hesitation to strike against the one weakness in the mermaiden's resolve.
Warrior blood as deeply rooted and far-reaching as time itself flowed in her veins. It burned and bubbled with the realization that her cousin Nereia was among the humans. Captured. Wounded. Even dead. Or worse. And with every ounce of that ancient legacy, Aulea's scales sang for retribution. The taste of it laid bitter on her tongue at the thought of achieving it.
One song was all she needed. Just one. At the cost of everything.
“...May the Goddess forgive me.”
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Final Fantasy XV
Word count: 429
Character(s): Aulea Lucis Caelum
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Just a little something that simply would not leave me or my headspace alone until I wrote it out.
Dedicated to: Adi. Because this is all your fault... ♥
“You always did have the most enchanted voice...”
Brows pinching together, the young mermaiden's eyes snapped towards her Uncle at the comment, disdain and open loathing lacing every inch of her deep ocean stare. No doubt, he had meant it to be a compliment.
She was almost sure of it.
Magic was a rare ability to have, even among the Astral's children. And such control of it was even more precious a gift. Those who were endowed any semblance of divine power were viewed as blessed - talented, as if it were any mark of skill for possessing something she only had the good fortune of being born with. But to Aulea, his words seemed far from sincere; nothing more than a backhanded insult. Because though it was dressed up in pretty sentiments, she understood it for the dark intent they were meant to inspire.
Life in the Galahdin Shores was far more deadly than Altissian Waters, after all. Unity between the Humans and Leviathan's children had been severed long ago, in that region, while it had only grown and thrived in Altissia. And for their part, there was no denying the striking difference between being 'Enchanting' and 'Enchanted.'
“You have a choice to make, my dear niece...” He touched her, then, a heavy hand falling to rest on a strong shoulder. And the edges of her gills tingled in warning.
They were a beautiful race, of that there had never been any doubt. With their siren songs and glittering scales of every hue imaginable, there was a quiet elegance and delicate grace that could not be contested by any creature on land, under the sea, or in the sky. Leviathan would have it no other way. Children of the Sea Goddess were among the most cherished of all the Astrals' offsprings. That was why they were coveted. That was why they were hunted.
But appearances, as the saying went, were deceiving.
“We cannot save her without you,” he urged, breaking through her hesitation to strike against the one weakness in the mermaiden's resolve.
Warrior blood as deeply rooted and far-reaching as time itself flowed in her veins. It burned and bubbled with the realization that her cousin Nereia was among the humans. Captured. Wounded. Even dead. Or worse. And with every ounce of that ancient legacy, Aulea's scales sang for retribution. The taste of it laid bitter on her tongue at the thought of achieving it.
One song was all she needed. Just one. At the cost of everything.
“...May the Goddess forgive me.”