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"I will not leave you to navigate this alone," she said firmly.
Occtis frowned. Vaelus had practically attached herself to him even before he'd been summoned to the Palazzo Davinos, and for all he searched for logic and answers, he simply could not reconcile it.
"Why, exactly?" he asked.
"It has always been my path to protect things that are sacred." The corners of her eyes crinkled, betraying a veiled smile. "I do not believe I am stepping out of line by counting you among them."
what does it mean to be alive?
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Vilya's face is little more than a distant echo in the depths of Keyleth's memory; a crusted-over puncture wound at the back of her heart, slowly healing like a scab and just as itchy. Vax'ildan is instead a vivid, weeping slash across the front of it, bloody and raw and held open by the dagger she refuses to remove, every feather and every dream tearing it wider and wider.
It's different.
At least her mother only left once.
Keyleth can go anywhere but forward.
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Thancred sometimes fancied himself a man of many secrets, if only because an air of mystery went far when it came to drawing the unguarded attention of many a fair maiden, and he thought himself equally adept when it came to insight. It took a liar to know one, after all, and he knew them well. But the Exarch's secrecy felt different somehow, and it left a bitter taste on his tongue.
alone in a new world, thancred's only guidance comes from a regrettable source: the crystal exarch
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At the top of the ramp, memories waited like knives in the dark. A better survivalist would have avoided them. He would have avoided them, were things the same as they were a year ago.
But he had no other reminders now, so the knives would have to do.
a long-building grief
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It had been one night—only one night of poor foresight a decade ago, yet here he was, lost in her labyrinth, tangled in thorns all over again, still navigating the consequences without a compass.
And he hadn't the strength to pull himself away.
the past does not stay buried
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"Could you," he asks, after a pause, "feel me watching you?"
"Only at first," she says, "I almost couldn't do it, with somebody watching."
He frowns. "Sorry."
"Don't be, I've gotten used to you watching me."
"Oh." He winces and looks away again. She wonders, if there were any heat left in him, he'd be blushing. "I'll—stop? Doing that. If it makes you uncomfortable."
"I don't mind," she says, and her voice comes out feeling heavy. He must feel it too because his eyes snap back to hers.
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03 Mar 2026
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Six Months after Black Rose decimates Eorzea, the Warrior of Light wakes up inside her own tomb.
A dead man waits for her in a stolen body at the foot of the grave.
(Wol and Zenos go on a road trip for revenge.)
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27 Jan 2026
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Sidurgu and D'alia are no strangers to the night terrors that plague each other's sleep.
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- Part 1 of D'alia/Sidurgu
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07 Jan 2026
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"I think you’re the only person I can stand looking in the eye," Hermes had told her once with a watery smile. Then he had laughed at himself for calling her a Person, and Meteion had laughed because he was laughing, and Hermes never made that mistake again. Now she is just Meteion, or Entelechy, or the lost little sounds he makes in his sleep when the dreams come.
[In a fit of rage, Meteion mirrors Hermes's self-destruction in the worst possible way.]
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25 Dec 2025
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Zenos's stare is like two molten ingots; yet despite that intensity, he looks half-awake, almost drugged, his hair hanging lank and his white shirt slipping from one shoulder. It's the first time Fordola has ever seen the unobfuscated lines of his body, and it gives her a strange feeling, like seeing a lion skinned of its pelt.
[Fordola is beckoned to Zenos's quarters for an unusual request.]
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25 Dec 2025