My elezen (elf) character Sariel alongside Zenos. The two are dancing intimately in a copper-hued version of Ultima Thule, with elpis flowers lining the ground beneath them. Zenos is wearing full white, while Sariel is wearing full black.

a glittering night,
fingers dancing across the keys, a sense of loss
come here, take my hand.
shall we dance?
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel

My elezen (elf) character Sariel, climbing the stairs of the astrology tower in Coerthas. The stairs are infested with shield dragons, but the mage is confidently strolling towards them. His semi-casual and swingy walking pose makes him seem like he is having a good time. His right hand is outstretched and he is dragging his index fingernail along the wall, causing the fire aether brimming within to burn a scar into the stone. Anyway long story short this shot was inspired by Thrax from Osmosis Jones. Nobody is surprised I like that guy probably, lmao

fever
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel

My two elezen (elf) character Sariel and Trevellain, accompanied by Sariel's pet crow, Cronos. Sariel is sitting on a pier, danging his feet from the ledge. He's looking slighty behind him where Trevellain is trying to rescue Cronos from a wooden pail of water. The crow is comedically flailing about and screaming into the heavens.

☀️: "Calm down, I'm trying to save you! Why did you go in there anyway if you were going to freak out about it?"
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel ∙ #oc_trev

My elezen (elf) characters, Sariel and Trevellain. The two are in the Firmament. Sariel is sitting atop a fountain's ledge, facing the smiling Trevellain who has politely grabbed Sariel's hand in order to help him down from his seat.

also i'm not gonna edit this one but i just want yall to know it exists
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#oc_sariel ∙ #oc_trev

My elezen (elf) characters Sariel and Trevellain. The two are standing side-by-side in the Jeweled Crozier, browsing the goods at a weapon stall. They are facing away from the camera.

Alternate angle of the scene, now from the front. The two are around middle-aged, with Trevellain being slightly older than Sariel. Trev is holding Sariel's hand, who is rather limply letting it happen. Sariel looks much more relaxed than during his youth. The tips of Sariel's ears and his throat have started turning colour, an effect from his lifelong usage of black magic that had previously only spread to his hands and legs. Presumably, the discolouration has spread throughout his entire body save his face at this point. Trevellain is smiling at Sariel, his face turned to look at his companion.

happy birthday dear @animapyre.bsky.social , demure middle-aged trevriel be upon ye
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel ∙ #oc_trev

A picture of my elezen (elf) character, Sariel. He is walking in the busy streets of Limsa Lominsa, surrounded by many people going about their day. The image is dark, fuzzy and the colour scheme is reminiscent of dichromacy, which is the specific version of red-green colour blindness that dogs have. Despite the POV vision being blurry for every other person walking around, Sariel's features are crystal clear and sharp, and there is a bright spotlight on him. The picture is "taken" from the viewpoint of Trevellain.

devotion
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel

A picture of my two elezen (elf) characters, Sariel and Trevellain. The two are in an inn room in Limsa Lominsa. They are dressed in their respective light adventuring gear. Sariel is sitting on the edge of the bed, calmly resting his right arm on Trevellain's shoulder, who is hugging Sariel's waist while kneeling on the floor.

we really should be going.
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel ∙ #oc_trev

A picture of my two elezen (elf) characters, Sariel and Trevellain. The two are wearing casual clothes. Trevellain is hugging Sariel close with his right hand, while taking a couple selfie with his left. Sariel is letting Trevellain do all of this, simply looking back at the other with a rather neutral expression.

☀️: "Sariel, say cheese!"
❄️: "You're being ridiculous."
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel ∙ #oc_trev

A picture of my elezen (elf) character, Sariel. He is in Yuweyawata Field Station, in the Kanilokka Corpus research facility. In the background and foreground, several rotten hounds and glowing golems litter the corridor. All of the corpses have been pierced with icicles, and one of the hounds has been pinned into a wall with them. The POV is of a creature laying low in a room along the corridor, presumably the last remaining rotten hound: its vision is shaky as it looks up at Sariel who is walking towards it. There is nowhere to run.

even mages should know close combat
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel

無能
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel

A picture of my elezen (elf) character Sariel. Sariel is wearing a black morning coat with blue lace details. He's sitting down and looking up through the window next to him. There are light reflections of the rain dancing on his skin. On the table, there is a black glass of red liquid, presumably wine.

rainy night
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel

A picture of my two elezen characters, Sariel and Trevellain. The two are lounging about in grass wearing matching outfits, surrounded by various easter-themed decorations like eggs, chocobo chicks and even a spriggan. Sariel is wearing the new spriggan sunglasses, while Trevellain is rocking the flower-themed ones.

chirp chirp
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel ∙ #oc_trev

A loud yell resonated throughout the forest clearing. Before my upper body finished rotating around to look at the voice, a sudden, searing heat behind me sent me flying forward. I instinctively rolled to cover my now slightly burnt back from hitting the ground, and doing so allowed me to see what was happening around me. How could I ever even begin to explain what it felt like? It was as if I had been caught up in a calamity, and the calamity itself had decided to save me. Not because of anything specific I had done to aid it, but simply because it deemed my presence alongside it acceptable. It was terrifying.

But oh, that calamity was so bright. Who could blame a moth for coveting the warmth that would burn its wings? Who could possibly blame the fish that swam towards the only light in the deep? Even amidst the deep-dark smoke, I could see its raging silhouette clearly against the flashes in front of it. Even after the explosions stopped, it took a while for the smoke and ash to dissipate. Bodies of the enemies crudely decorated the battlefield. The calamity stepped over one of them on its way to me.

another trevriel notepad blurb
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#oc_sariel ∙ #oc_trev

A semi-suggestive picture of my two elezen (elf) characters, Sariel and Trevellain. The scene is depicted from above, with Trevellain in the blurred foreground and Sariel being pinned down on a bed below him. He's wearing a black, skimpy bunny suit with fishnet tights. Sariel has a furious expression on his face as he charges for a punch with his left arm.

happy hatching-tide 🐰
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel ∙ #oc_trev

A picture of my two elf characters, Sariel and Myka. This is a sequel to a previous three-panel comic of when the two meet. Myka, Sariel's shard from the First, has fled the battlefield to pray frantically at a nearby sea of blue candles. He has a wide smile on his face as blood drips down his nose and mouth, his clothes having some stains on them as well from all the fighting. His eyes are crazed, focused only on what's coming to him: he shall perish, and he will finally witness the afterlife, devoid of the Eternal Light that plagues Norvrandt. Sariel is behind Myka with a stern expression, lifting up his Stardust Rod above his head, ready to strike his shard down. There's some blood splattered on his cheek. Behind him, Y'shtola is casting a fire spell at an enemy, while a couple dead Children of the Everlasting Dark are on the ground nearby.

the sunless sea awaits, just like the elders taught us
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel ∙ #oc_myka

A three-panel comic of my two elf characters, Sariel and Myka. First panel: Sariel and Y'shtola are on their way to The Womb, a central location in the Woven Oath that is under the rule of the death cult called Children of the Everlasting Dark. As they get to the entrance of The Womb, they encounter a last-ditch effort of the cult members blocking their path. Sariel and Y'shtola have their weapons drawn, as do some of the cultists in the front row. Among the cultists, one stands out to Sariel immediately. Second panel: A close-up zoom towards Myka, Sariel's shard from the First. He is a thin, meek young man with thin black hair drooping over his face, his eyes barely visible from under his bangs. He is looking at Sariel and Y'shtola with a very tired expression, holding his hand to his chest as he pleads the two to leave their base at once. Third panel: A close-up of Sariel, with Y'shtola in the background. Sariel's expression is stern as he senses something wrong with Myka. He is not yet aware of his identity as Azem, or the existence of his shards, but he feels incredibly uncomfortable as he looks at the meek man speaking to him. Y'shtola senses something is wrong with Sariel due to her keen aether vision, but doesn't press further due to the circumstances.

first shard
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel ∙ #oc_myka

A picture of my two elezen (elf) characters, Sariel and Trevellain. Trevellain is crouching down in a shallow lake, barefeet and with his pant legs rolled up to his knees. He's splashing Sariel with water. Sariel has deployed a magical shield to block the water before it hits him, and he's smugly taunting Trevellain. The two seem to be having fun, in their own way. In the foreground, Sariel's pet crow Cronos has caught a fish and is excitedly flying towards the camera.

☀️ "Hey, that's unfair!"
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A picture of my two elezen (elf) characters Sariel and Trevellain. The two are dozing off in a treehouse located in the Island Sanctuary. Trevellain is sitting arms crossed on a wooden railing while leaning against a wooden pillar next to him. Sariel is laying down curled up on his side on top of the same wooden railing, leaning against a pillow propped on top of Trevellain's lap. Sariel also has his arms crossed. An island mammet wearing a helmet is walking away from the scene. It had something to say to the island's owner but due to the circumstances, it decided it was for the best to not bother the two.

🌅
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A picture of my elezen (elf) character Sariel. Off-camera, his companion Trevellain has his hand reached out, gently caressing Sariel's face as he feeds the mage a heart-shaped piece of chocolate. Sariel is looking at Trevellain with passive eyes, grabbing on his arm in order to push it away.

happy valentines 💙🧡
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel

The heavy drops felt like they were going to punch through Sariel’s pitch-black umbrella as he walked, the sound of his brisk footsteps almost drowned by the rain. The mage was on his way home after having stopped by the Jeweled Crozier. His slightly wet shopping bag dangled limp in his hand that was pointed straight at the ground, moving a bit with every step he took. As he walked through the streets, he almost bumped into another person. They had been running ahead with their hands acting as a poor makeshift rain cover for their eyes. The stranger became irritated by Sariel who hadn’t done anything to dodge the incoming traffic, but their complaints quickly dried in their throat before they could be voiced. Piercing blue eyes gazed at the stranger, their unwavering, cold judgement becoming more and more unbearable as the seconds passed. “My apologies…” the stranger muttered through tight lips, their words melting into the rainstorm. Without a word, Sariel diverted his gaze onward and started walking. The stranger’s scorn rose up to the surface once more when they noticed how utterly uninterested the black-haired mage was in the whole debacle, and they turned around with their drenched hair whipping behind them. “Hey! You were the one who almost ran into me! Show some respect!” Huffing, the stranger glared at the dark-dressed man, who had now stopped a couple steps away. As Sariel turned around, his umbrella spun alongside him, the water droplets from its edges pitter-pattering onto the stone pavement. As they quickly dissipated into the rest of the water flowing through the streets, Sariel cocked his head, somehow managing to look even more down upon the stranger than he already was earlier.

“I’ll show you some respect when you deserve it”, he said, his wry smirk not going unnoticed. “Who do you think you are, you some rich noble or something?” the stranger asked, crossing their arms before continuing. “Would it hurt you to just say sorry?” “I don’t make a habit of lying for other people’s comfort. I have nothing to be sorry about”, Sariel scoffed, shrugging his shoulders and letting more of the excess water from the umbrella slosh down to the ground. “Why, you….!” the stranger snarled, now thoroughly angered by the arrogant man. The stranger stomped towards Sariel and angrily grabbed the mage’s slim shoulder. In that instant, a sizzling sound followed by the distinct smell of burnt leather. With a yelp, the stranger pulled their hand back and looked in horror as their rather expensive glove now had a bunch of charred holes in them. In the short time frame of estimating where the stranger would grasp, Sariel had directed fire aether to concentrate on his shoulder and let the searing heat burn through the other’s glove. Without stopping to offer his condolences, the black mage straightened up and began walking, the sudden motion almost causing him to hit the stranger with his umbrella. Dumbfounded, the stranger kept looking between their burnt glove and the briskly distancing back of the duskwight they had just encountered. Something in the man’s countenance and now surprisingly bouncy walk reminded the stranger of a particular member of the dismantled Heavens’ Ward. “Alright, that’s enough excitement for one day....” the stranger thought, turning around and continuing to run home, their clothes slightly more drenched than before.

successful ragebait in the pillars ❄️
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#oc_sariel

A picture of my two elezen (elf) characters, Sariel and Trevellain, in a bath. Trevellain has flipped Sariel onto his back in the tub and is eating him out, holding the mage's legs from closing. Sariel is touching his own front while leaning against his free hand, itching to bite onto his own fingers. god this was embarrassing as fuck to write, btw bluesky this is consensual elf yaoi don't get mad at me

the bathwater is ruined
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#oc_sariel ∙ #oc_trev ∙ #trevrielNSFW

My elezen (elf) characters Sariel and Trevellain sitting in a bath tub together inside Sariel's bathroom. The two large men fit surprisingly easily into the tub. Trevellain is talking while eating snacks he brought to the tubside table, while Sariel is leaning against the edge of the tub, not liking the fact that the other brought food into his bathroom.

late night bath
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel ∙ #oc_trev

"At it again?" Trevellain asked, walking into the office with two cups of coffee in his hands. There was aether swirling in the mage's hand, reminiscent to the glow he would be surrounded by when he teleported to an aetheryte. "Stop talking, I'm trying to concentrate." With a small sigh, Trevellain sat back down to observe. Sariel had been busy trying to find a way to attune to something for a long time now, and he could often be seen idly trying to connect to whatever he was trying to connect to. The mage's hair was gently swirling around him as the aether ebbed and flowed, but it didn't seem like any progress would be done tonight. With a frustrated sigh, Sariel dissipated the precious aether into the air by simply waving it off of his hand like an unwanted cloud of dust, before he grabbed one of the coffee mugs and leaned back in his chair. "Seems like an awfully long time to master a spell... I could never," Trevellain said with a defeated laugh as he sat down.

"That much is obvious," Sariel scoffed, a smirk spreading onto his thin, dark lips as he looked outside the window. "Just because I said it..." Trevellain trailed off, not having actually taken the others' words to heart. The two sat in silence for a few, save for the sound of the grandfather clock quietly ticking away downstairs that echoed all the way up to Sariel's office. Trevellain, as per usual, was the first one to break the silence. "What are you searching?" Sariel turned his eyes to glance sideways at Trevellain, before he looked away towards the window again. "I'm trying to track the smallest sliver of the residual energy of the Mothercrystal in order to find someone in a place I don't know the exact location of. A place that might not even be a place in the first place," he said, in such a matter of fact tone that momentarily made Trevellain not comprehend how insane that plan actually was.

Rubbing his temples, Trevellain brought his eyebrows back down from bewilderment. ".... What?" "Well, I need to go there." "Sure, but that does sound awfully complex to me." "That's nothing unusual. Don't think too hard about it," Sariel smirked again, his pearly whites almost glimmering in the late evening light coming in through the window. This was all a bit too out of Trevellain's paygrade, so he decided to take the mage's advice and focused on a more tangible concept he could grasp. "So... why are you going?" the wildwood questioned, his slightly sad gaze revealing how reluctant he was to let his companion leave to a place where he couldn't follow.

The long-haired mage emptied his coffee cup and slid it across the table with a couple of his fingers before looking at Trevellain, surely seeing the sadness dwelling within. But with a dismissive eye roll, the duskwight broke eye contact almost as soon as he established it. "I need to take care of a body." Trevellain's eyebrows shot up in surprise and he immediately yelped, "You're going to bury someone?!" Sariel seemed to think about all of this for a moment before he set both of his elbows on the table and leaned the sides of his face against his hands. His long, sleek hair slowly settled to his new pose as he looked at Trevellain. A small, assured smile spread onto the face of the mage as he muttered: "He wouldn't bury me either."

"He wouldn't bury me either"
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just a quick notepad blurb to accompany the latest gpose...
#oc_sariel

An image of my elezen (elf) character Sariel, alongside Zenos Galvus. The two are at the edge of the universe where they dueled at the end of Endwalker. Zenos is long since dead, but being in this timeless arena where not even the sun sets, his body has been perfectly preserved where it originally fell. Sariel is sitting on top of Zenos, his left forearm plunged deep into the other's stomach as he digs for Zenos' heart. Sariel is holding Zenos' left hand, lifting it up so that he can tear into the ring finger. Blood is rushing down the pale, limp hand. The elezen's expression is one of deep grief.

'til death do us part
--- cw: gore
#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel

My elezen (elf) character Sariel holding his new scholar relic weapon. His pet crow Cronos is sitting on his shoulder, flapping his wings as Sariel strokes its back in an effort to make the corvid calm down.

got my new scholar relic. a tad surprised that it's not as ugly as usual.... don't get me wrong, it is still ugly, but not as ugly as i'm used to
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel

An image of my two elezen (elf) characters, Sariel and Trevellain. The two are standing in Sariel's office. Sariel is leaning his chin against Trev's shoulder while hugging him from the side, his hand sneaking its way under the vest Trev is wearing. Sariel has a muted, calm expression, relaxing in the other's warmth while Trev watches on with a smile on his face. Sariel is a cold grey-skinned, slim and slightly malnourished man with long black hair, parted in the middle. His face is gaunt, with very prominent cheekbones and dark under-eyes. He is wearing a black 3/4 sleeved shirt. Trevellain is a large, tan and broad-shaped man with pale blonde hair in a half-up ponytail. He is wearing a white high-collar shirt with a brown vest on top, alongside his signature pair of silver earrings.

he's warm
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel ∙ #oc_trev

A picture of my two elezen (elf) characters, Sariel and Trevellain, alongside Estinien Varlineau, a NPC. The scene takes place in Radz-at-Han, specifically inside Estinien's chamber in the Meghaduta. Sariel is pointing at a gil pouch being held by Estinien, a small smirk on his lips as he tries to persuade the highly scammable dragoon to give up his money. Estinien is looking at Sariel with a neutral expression, the two are talking about the potential use for the gil. In the background, Trevellain is walking towards the two, his arms crossed as he worriedly observes the situation, his intention to stop Sariel from taking what little money Estinien has left.

hey... i don't think you need that?
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel ∙ #oc_trev

A picture of my two elezen (elf) characters Sariel and Trevellain. The mood is sensual, with the two men locked in a naked embrace. Trevellain is gently kissing Sariel's neck. they're gay, your honour

a pile of limbs, these two
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”---!” Sariel unceremoniously opened his eyes. “Again…” He had woken up for the second time that night, and it wasn’t even past 3. The duskwight’s eyelids weighed heavy, but from experience he knew sleep would not arrive again for a good while. Inhaling deeply, Sariel let his thoughts wander. It wasn’t just enough that he had severe insomnia ever since his return and recovery. But something had followed him. Sariel closed his eyes and exhaled as he turned around to lie on his side. The man’s long arms reached beyond the bed, lifelessly dangling from the ledge. The blanket had been long since tossed away in frustration, and it now laid in a crumpled pile at the foot of the bed. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the wall. Vivid images of his dream he had been ripped out of without his consent played inside his mind, and soon enough the visions escaped the confines of his head and jumped onto the wall he was looking at. Breathtaking visions of the golden hue making way for the deep blue night sky, followed by a crackling sound once the sky was ripped open by Shinryu. In an act of defiance, Sariel let his eyes unfocus and tried to ignore these visions, but it was to no avail. After all, they weren’t physical images he could ignore, but something created by either his subconscious; or possibly even the Echo. “… I’m so tired. Let me go.” As if thinking the obvious would make the visions disappear, Sariel found himself silently pleading to be left alone. Oh, how he yearned to go back to the multitude of years he could simply fall into slumber, not witness a goddamn thing and wake up fully rested hours later. At this point, those memories felt fake, and the duskwight was left with his unconsciousness’s idea of nighttime entertainment.

The stars flying by made it feel like the visions were pulling him into the past, forcing Sariel to relive that moment in time again and again. How the overwhelming fire smelled, how the glyph glowed beneath him as He soared and how the hopes of the Scions lit up the sky when everything seemed to be lost. Sariel could guess what would happen once he let his heavy eyelids fall down, but knowing it wouldn’t end unless he submitted to the whims of the visions, he closed his eyes. He was there. Feeling a rush of emotions that couldn’t be described with any existing word in his vocabulary, Sariel opened his eyes in an attempt to stop the vision from continuing. But without any regard for what he wished, the images now danced on the wall again as if deliberately taunting him with what was forcibly taken from him. And once the dance was over, the two would collapse again. The weary elezen gazed at the wall with vacant eyes that met His. If he would just indulge in the delusions for a moment, could he find peace? Still laying down on his side just like that day, he reached out to touch the extended arm of his [redacted]. The two’s fingers barely touched, but it was enough. He had altered history.

wrote a little blurb about Sariel's insomnia. it's a bit abstract towards the end but i hope yall receive the vibes 🌌
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#oc_sariel

A picture of my elezen (elf) character Sariel. He is in the final area of the Dead Ends dungeon, the remnants of the nihilistic Nibirun world bathed in gold. Grasping his wrist is a doppelgänger of him that's guiding Sariel to an unknown location. The doppelgänger has an impossibly wide and cheerful smile on its face as it skips forward, dragging the physically and emotionally exhausted Sariel along. Several blue-gold butterflies that are traveling towards the same direction surround the two, but the forms of the butterflies steadily disintegrate the closer they get to the edge of the image. One of the butterflies is hiding the doppelgänger's eyes. Sariel is a cold grey-skinned, slim and slightly malnourished man with long black hair, parted in the middle. His face is gaunt, with very prominent cheekbones and dark under-eyes. He is wearing his usual signature attire: a long black, ornate victorian goth coat, matching black pants and black thigh-high boots alongside a pair of Ascian gloves with sharp finger armour. His doppelgänger is, naturally, matching Sariel's outfit; although its body is in a much healthier condition than Sariel. It seems it has taken the form of what Sariel looked like in his prime before the events of Ultima Thule.

in your dreams lies the false shepherd,
promising a future long unattainable
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#elezen ∙ #elezenhours ∙ #gposers ∙ #oc_sariel