Siblings: A FC/UC Graphic

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Melting Hearts: A FC/UC Background Short

Abluvion
Pre-Humanoid Era
xxxx, X.X.

Feelings were the enemy.

Unda attempted to remind herself of this fact as she paced her throne room, running a hand through her long black hair in a slight worry. “You are a Goddess,” she hissed to herself, “You’re not allowed to have any of these strange feelings – not like Calor, who fraternizes every day with his ladies.”

Calor. She shuddered at the thought of her brother.

The last time she had been to Élan, she had witnessed her brother being served by many ladies with wild hair and burning eyes. And he paid attention to each and every one of them, his grin infectious and charisma upping the atmosphere. It was only when she had cleared her throat did he realize that she was there, and he calmly asked for his companions to return later. They left the room without complaint, their red-orange skirts swishing as they moved out.

“Do they enjoy that?” Calor had blinked, fixing his hair.

“Enjoy what?”

“Making your ladies swoon and adore you,” she retorted dryly, sitting on a nearby chair. Calor let the smirk return to his lips. “Before you know it, they’ll be kissing your feet and washing your hair as well.”

“I’m not that conceited, dear sister. And they’re the ones who choose to adore me.” He gave a non-committal shrug, “And if that’s what they please, then why should I stop them?”

“Heart and mind don’t go together, Calor.” She reminded him sharply.

“Keep telling yourself that, Unda.”

She couldn’t feel.

Not too much, at least.

Loneliness: A FC/UC Graphic

"Do not let it get to you.
Do not let it surround you.
Do not let it be your only companion."

Seclusion: A FC/UC Background Short

Abluvion
Pre-Humanoid Era
xxxx, X.X.

Unda stood alone in the deepest recesses of her home, feeling the water swirl around her ankles. It had been a while since she was last there in that particular area – the last time she was, she was giving and giving and there was so much pain around her.

Now, she was there for a completely different reason. Unda exhaled, feeling the waters around her swirl turbulently; they had reacted to her current moods and she attempted to calm herself down. This only seemed to irritate them more. The waters gave a small roar and Unda’s eyes snapped open, she glaring down at her feet as if demanding them to stop.

And they did, with mild hesitation.

“I can’t believe it had to escalate to this point,” she muttered, extremely irritated. “All because of Ventus…”

Despite her exterior feelings, Unda was terrified.

They had found Ventus alone and unconscious, refusing to wake at all. With that, his world – Susurrus – had started to decay at the lack of life force being drawn from their Creator.

They tried everything. Unda herself had attempted to take control of his Quintessence and banish whatever impurity had poisoned him, but there was no effect. Amina tried forging the most healing of herbs and fed it to him, but he did not rouse. Finally, Calor summoned his flames and tried restoring his eldest brother’s older warmth.

Even with their efforts, Ventus did not stir. He remained there, his eyes closed and form rigid, unmoving. Amina nearly burst into tears at the predicament of her favorite sibling and the Twins didn’t know how to calm her down. Finally, they made Amina return to her home and promised to call for her if they had any news.

Unda and Calor, despite their being Twins, never got along with each other. There was the elemental difference and the personality barrier, both of which incredibly contrasting that they frequently got into scuffles and small-scale fights.

With Ventus’ calming voice and overseeing eyes, however, both of them knew that it was time to get themselves together.

Corruption: A FC/UC Graphic

"They took the broken parts of you and shattered them even more."

Corrupted Detachments: An Equilibriai Short

The Nexus
Pre-Humanoid Era
xxxx, X.X.

Ammon was not among them on that day.

Demetria pursed her lips and glanced away. The yellow seat which stood next to her own was empty. With that, Ethon and Narissa exchanged quick glances.

“I guess that means one thing,” she said softly. “Ammon really was serious about sticking to the plan.” Even if he was against it, the brunette continued in her head. Ethon merely sighed and folded his arms over his chest. As a contrast, Narissa was smiling.

“I’m proud of our eldest brother. Aren’t you?”

“We forced him into this, Nar,” Ethon refuted angrily. “You know he never liked the idea of giving his Armor. He hated to give that part of himself away. He hates feeling incomplete. Don’t you know?” he gave his sister a withering look, “Or are you too drowned in yourself to notice?”

Narissa’s ears turned pink. “How dare you,” she spat, but Demetria immediately stood up and stomped her foot on the ground. Immediately, a green shield popped up between the Twins and Demetria’s eyes blazed with a different emotion.

“Stop it. Ammon made his choice.” She looked at Ethon. “We know he doesn’t like it, but it’s for the good of everything. We gave ours away. And he’s the only one left.” Then to Narissa, “I wish you would have found another way. Ammon won’t forgive easily for making him do this.”

Narissa bowed her head and Demetria let the shield fade away. “Trust me, I would have wanted another solution…but this is the only solution we have.” She lifted her head to look at Ethon, who still regarded her with anger (though less than earlier). “We’ll be here for Ammon if that’s what he needs.”

And Demetria turned away, shivering to herself as the harsh winds blew harder in the area. Ethon noticed. The usually calm walls that surrounded them seemed colder and more unwelcoming. The flames on the red candles were dying and lighting up. Waves of a small pond down south only crashed against each other. Demetria noted that the flora weren’t as blooming.

And the winds continued.

Abluvion: Unda

"She who which the oceans bow to."