Typical FFXIV experience.

Aw, that's sweet of you. Thanks you.

When you're not falling into it yourself.

😒

It's a talent.

Other Thancred.

That red head is picking at him.

Oh thank the gods. You're the best.

Vanilla.

Noth-

Well...

...ice cream?

Well, yeah, but who of us doesn't get hurt every now and then.

Hey, hey, easy. I'm fine.

Whoa, hey.

Not for *me*.

Ah, my alternate self seems to be having trouble with that red head.

a woman in a white dress is standing in front of a red white and blue flag ALT: a woman in a white dress is standing in front of a red white and blue flag

//opening my notifs

Oh boy.

//the news wasn't good.
I'm sorry. I will not be around much. I don't know for how long.
If you see this reposted, it's by one of my alts.
Frog mun says you're all great friends. And keep me and my family in your thoughts.

>> timeline. He hadn't told anyone where he was going - *couldn't*, really, because he'd chosen to deliberately antagonize Emet-Selch.

This was nothing but a fair punishment for his own stupid mistakes.

After several minutes he eventually goes limp, only held up by Lahabrea's chains and arm.

>> way he screams for help in his mind, as though the Warrior or gods or someone will hear him and come to his rescue.

Because evidently, that was all he was good for - needing help. Needing rescue from his own poor decisions.

He hadn't told the Scions that Lahabrea had followed him from his >>

Agony.

Both of his hands grip Lahabrea's wrist, nails digging into the sleeve of his robe as his scream remains trapped in his throat. His whole body thrashes, but he's unable to pull himself free of the Ascian's hold.

As usual...this will only end when Lahabrea deems it so.

He's ashamed of the >

>> jealousy. But, at the same time, he's aware that's not nearly cruel enough to suit Lahabrea's tastes.

'Oh, gods, don't stab my eye out'

It's suddenly Thancred's only concern as that sharp glove yanks off the blindfold entirely, pricking the thin skin of his eyelid just enough for him to feel the sigil flicker.

He wouldn't put it past the bastard, to do something like that out of possessive >>

A delayed gift~
I hope you'll enjoy my letter with my best, loving wishes.

//this week is going to be a tough one for me and my family.
Things are hopeful. But it could still go really badly. I could lose my dad.
Please be patient with me if I limit my interactions to only a few people.

[please don't bargain with him for my sake]

[Don't pay the price of my arrogance]

[he buries his head in her shoulder, making a quiet but miserable noise]

>> encounter is going to be painful enough without him putting up a fight]

[Doing what he's told is the only way to have even a chance of leaving this place alive]

[with effort, Thancred pushes himself up to his knees, keeping his head bowed, legs spread and hands on the ground between his thighs]

[The submissive posture that Lahabrea liked *best*, he remembers bitterly. The last thing he wants to do right now is be obedient, but he's well aware that this >>

>> his fists into the dirt as more blows landed across his back]

[Only when he stopped fighting back, managed to stop jerking violently in response to the pain, would it stop]