#ezylore
After Ramuh's challenge, Ezy developed a sort of... affinity born of respect with the Primal and therefore, he's mostly welcomed on his territory. Due to his status as WoL his understanding of aetheric entity is probably wider and more open minded than most.

#wolqotd #ezylore
The thing that would surprise him is probably the fact that WoL was really a role Ezykiel played and that it's nearly a complete different person.
And what would probably sadden the Exarch is the deep anguish to be alive that Ezykiel struggles to hide more and more.

As usual, the Drowning Wench was lively and noisy. What was really funny was that, in the middle of a bunch of Roegadyns , it was the Lalafell standing on the table, heroically retelling a very unlikely story, that was the loudest. In normal circumstances, Ezekiel would have laughed, probably even joined to grab a free drink or two by putting it on their tab —already long enough for them to not notice two more. But tonight, Ezekiel wasn't feeling it. Nursing his first drink alone for some time now, he seemed lost in thoughts or the bottom of this mug was really marvelous. That's probably one of the many reasons why he didn't see Talani before she actually started talking, close enough for him to feel her breath on his skin. "Well, well. Look who is here." It took everything for Ezykiel to not screech in surprise but his hands tightened around his tankard as he turned his eyes toward her far-too-cheery voice. Despite the smile at the corner of her lips, he knew that it was not a friendly visit, nor a happy coincidence. He already saw her looking at someone like that once, like she was five feet taller than them when she definitely wasn't. But at the end of the encounter, she was not anymore the one looking up at the other to talk to them. Not that the poor person was in any state to respond or react anyway.

#eorzeaverse #ezylore #talanilore #writing
There is a follow up where Talani, Kotyan's sister, confront Ezykiel after the facts.
Since it's far longer than the previous little drabble, I will share a preview and the rest will be on gdoc!
docs.google.com/document/d/1...

Ezykiel blinks slowly the sleep out of his eyes, a soft shiver running along his exposed back. When he rubs his face in the pillow, he can hear a soft chuckle right beside him. The blur finally dissipates and he can see Kotyan sitting beside him with his hair still untied just like his own. With a little stretch, Ezykiel chases what remains of his slumber and raises himself on his forearms to playfully glare at Kotyan. “Care to tell me what’s so funny?” Ezykiel grumbles with a pout on his face, only to receive another chuckle from the Au Ra sitting in the bed with him. “Rubbing your face in the pillow just made your bed hair even wilder than it was” simply states Kotyan with amusement in his eyes. With a sound between a sigh and an exasperated groan, Ezykiel just buries his face back where it was. The sheets moves beside and around him, and before he could lift his head again, Kotyan’s finger carefully ran through his red strands, untangling them one by one. Considering what they just had done earlier in the bed, it shouldn’t be this strange but the gesture is suddenly… so much more intimate that Ezykiel cannot help another shiver, definitely not because of the cold this time. Kotyan’s hand lingers a little close to Ezykiel’s ear before his voice slips into the silence, far smaller than usual. “Ezykiel…” he starts, and it’s not just smaller, it’s also so much more fragile, “did you ever consider that we could be… more.”. Now, his pillow is a way for Ezykiel to hide, to not show how he bites into his lip, repeating in his mind no, don’t say it, don’t ruin this.

“I… I think I’m starting to fall for you.” The silence is louder than the words. Ezykiel has stopped breathing, hoping that it would stop Kotyan’s words but it didn’t. Fingers stills in his hair and for a moment, none of them know if they can breathe in this heavy atmosphere. Slowly, Ezykiel raises his head and looks at Kotyan. He can see the moment where Kotyan realizes the answer he cannot voice, the small spark of hope flickers and dies, disappearing into nothingness. “Koty, I…” Even if he had anything else to say, it would’ve died on Kotyan’s lips as he just kissed him, his fingers lingering only a few more seconds before he detaches himself completely, with the smile Kotyan uses to reassure children, for the strangers and the others. A smile warm and hollow. “Forget I said anything” he finally says before stretching and reaching for the closest piece of clothes lying around. Ezykiel just nods and watches Kotyan dress himself before leaving his room, just like any other time they saw each other. And yet, the taste that lingers on Ezykiel lips is bittersweet. Tasting like a goodbye.

#eorzeaverse #ezylore #kotyanlore #writing
For a prompt challenge I did some years ago, I had one for Kotyan & Ezykiel. I literally took 5 expensions to get their shit together to finally GET together. Have a little snippet of how things (sort of) started.
The prompt was "Goodbye Kiss".

A group picture of Ezykiel with his former companions: Roxa'ra, a miqo'te ; Malo Talo, a lalafell ; Ophelia, an elezen ; Jaromir, a hrothgar. The sun is shining and the setting is colorful.

The location is the same as the first picture but Ezykiel is alone, kneeling down with his head held low in sadness. It's raining and the setting is darker.

#ezylore #gpose #eorzeaverse
" Please, let me forget the yesterdays.
The rain feels too heavy when I remember. "

#ezylore
Ezykiel Lastname
Occupation: Warrior of Light (Legacy)

He woke up in the shroud, alone, 5years after the calamity with no memories, only with his lance, the clothes on his back and a letter in his pocket addressed to "Ezykiel".
Ezykiel constantly wear a mask as the WoL, few know his face.