Eirlys
Maybe I’m just trying to remember who I am beneath the smiles.
"Don't try to understand me,
some truths aren’t meant to unfold,
only to be felt."
Some stories are spoken. Others, simply whispered.
Here lie fragments of Eirlys' ~ lost, like quiet splinters of a soul.
* I use deepl (translator) to help me with English.
** Please note that this Carrd focuses on Eirlys' story and doesn’t reflect my real life.
*** I don’t do immersive roleplay, but I might sometimes speak in Eirlys’ tone.French version
✦ Silent, but present ✦
✦ Chaos ~ Omega | Machinist | Keeper of the Moon ✦
✦ Ephemerial : Lavender Beds Ward 18 Plot 41
✦ Events Room : Empyreum Ward 6 - Plot 60
✦ Apartment : Empyreum Ward 1 N°58
A catboy ? Yes.
Cute ? Also.
Easy ? Elusive.He doesn’t look back at those who undress him with their dirty eyes.
But he softly smiles at those who share his silence, just enough to say he sees them.Eirlys can't communicate like others do.
He’s learned to speak through small gestures, small details, and the way he looks at the world.
His words are rare, carefully chosen, and always sincere.
Sometimes sharp. Sometimes tender.Ephemerial cafe blooms under his care, each cup a quiet offering, each glance seems to carry a story he’ll never tell.
Eirlys cherish this space where his heart can breathe, unhurried, untouched by the weight of past or future.
He doesn’t chase dreams, he lets them settle quietly into his days... like flowers slipped between the pages of time.Eirlys doesn’t fall in love at first sight, nor in what others call a "date."
He doesn’t search, nor chase after hearts.
Only deep connections make him truly feel alive.
When he loves, it’s never halfway, but it’s different.
With gentle care, his gaze lingers, he brushes without grasping, leaving small attentions without a word, without asking, and without expecting anything in return.
✦ His past — Under the snow ✦
No one truly knows where Eirlys came from.
He was found in a half-sunken cargo hold docked in Limsa Lominsa.
No name. No age. Just a pair of quiet eyes, too calm for a child, watching the world without a word.He learned to steal. To charm. To please. To survive in a city that didn't care who you were, only what you were "worth".
But it wasn’t a choice. Life twisted him into someone he never wanted to be.And then, he appeared. Another boy, also young in appearance.
They saw something in each other, something rare, that spark that makes you feel alive.Since our catboy had no name, the other child simply called him Eirlys.
Not just randomly. He said it meant “snowdrop” in his native language, a delicate flower that blooms through frost, quietly defying winter. Like icebreaking.They were inseparable for a time. Two souls threading their stories together beneath starlight.
This special one vanished one day, without a word, as if he had slipped between the folds of a dream.Since then, Eirlys has followed his memory, not quite to find him — he knew it won't happen — , but to understand the light he left behind.Whispers of Ishgard began calling to Eirlys in dreams long before he understood why.
But the voice he heard… carried his tone.
A gentle illusion, or a quiet calling?He wasn’t born there, he is not an elezen or a noble and yet… something about its stone and pale skies felt strangely familiar, like echoes of another life.He wasn’t one of them.
But perhaps... somewhere, there was a place for him.
Or answers waiting to be found.
For a time, he turned to the stars, seeking answers in the enchanting and fascinating discipline of astrology.
But the heavens held no voice for him, only silence.
Still, he kept the basics. A few quiet spells to discreetly light the way for those in need.Until one night, in the shadows of the Brume, greedy hands reached for what wasn’t theirs.
Eirlys learned that even in a noble city, the myth of the “easy catboy” followed him. An unpleasant feeling he wished he’d never known.It nearly cost him everything.Then, a gunshot ripped through the night, as something within Eirlys quietly broke.
An elezen machinist stood between him and fate’s cruel hand.It wasn’t just a rescue.
It was a revelation to Eirlys.Steel, smoke and spark... there was elegance in resistance.
A different kind of starlight.
That’s when he understood.
If the stars had gone quiet, then maybe it was time to make his own light.Since then, he hasn’t grown colder, but only quieter, with a clearer mind.Then, he became machinist.
Maybe the stars had never abandoned him, after all.
✦ His next chapter : Ephemerial ✦
Ephemerial
Eirlys had wandered so long, he had almost forgotten that a bird’s true freedom might be… having a place to land.
Something in him had grown weary of running through valleys and over hills.
At last, he longed for a place he could call home.He worked hard enough to afford the house of his dreams in Lavender Beds. The pressure was heavy, but this time, the stars seemed to have given their blessing.At first, he arranged his home to study herbalism, or simply find comfort.
Then, caught by a growing love for drinks and delicate sweets, he thought…
Perhaps others would enjoy this little secret garden too after all.He rearranged the space again and again, trying to create a place precious to his heart.
Not out of ambition. Not out of pride.
Just a soft wish that one day, someone would sit across from him, without asking too many questions.
Just to exist, without needing to explain.And so, Ephemerial was born.
Not quite a cafe. Not quite a bar.
Just a place apart from the world, where time either lingers or vanishes, and souls can simply rest… and feel home.He doesn’t call himself the owner.
Just the keeper.
Every visit, every word left behind...
...they warm his heart more than he knows how to say.
Want to know more about Ephemerial ?
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