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nights-at-crystarium · 2 years

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A tiny script piece, outtake from the main comic. Sometimes you come up with fun stuff but it doesn’t contribute to the plot, and I don’t have the luxury of distracting too much *looks at the 3+ years worth of Important Stuff To Draw*

G'raha: Onwards, then! He passes Vivi with a friendly slap on the shoulder, leaving a sticky note "kick me" on his back. Vivi leads the group to the Tower, everyone following him chokes and snorts. They pass Nero leaning on a wall. Nero: ... If you insist... Cid leaps to save Vivi from the rapidly approaching Nero.

#vivien rell #g'raha tia #cid garlond #nero tol scaeva #wol x g'raha tia #wolgraha #ffxiv: fragments #fragment i: found and lost #text post

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brineffxiv · 1 year

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Cid finds the password. It's "freedom". Ominous.

Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope

Owen here confirms most of what we've already suspected about tempering - how it stagnates the aether of the soul and taints it towards a particular element.

Have we ever seen this? Apart from sin eaters and voidsent, which are different, I can't think of an example of the tempered physically changing. Perhaps some of the thralls of the Warring Triad, like in this example, but not any of our "classic" primals, for lack of a better term.

Hey, I remember that guy. He's the guy with the extravagant hat in the Crystal Tower raid.

Memory transference might be the key to restoring the tempered, but we infamously couldn't figure that out on the First. Thankfully, the Source has ancient Allagan computers! With a little help from Cid and the Ironworks, we should be able to run simulations of the magic to crack this problem.

I'm off to Ishgard to secure a supply of ceruleum, and who should I run into but Aymeric! It is lovely to see him, but more importantly, he pledges his full support for finding a cure for tempering, and offers me all the ceruleum an airship can haul!

And here I thought building my own PC was impressive.

Hey, Nero! Long time no see! (If you don't count me kicking your ass daily in the Praetorium)

Nero's not in this for a tempering cure, he's interested in his alternate timeline's self's having conquered the mysteries of time and space. Should we tell him that he and Cid apparently carried out their love/hate relationship for their entire lives? Because they did. lol

Group /doze time.

Just as the machine finds the solution it begins melting down! Thankfully, G'raha manages to read and comprehend the spell before it blinks out of existence. Forever. Because we have thoroughly destroyed this machine and it will never run again.

Now for the moment of truth. Time to see if our work will have tangible effects.

First we have to imbue Angelo with the memory macigk, so Y'shtola and Alphinaud channel their aether into G'raha.

Who in turn enhances Angelo.

G'raha and Alisaie then take Ga Bu to a quiet room so Alisaie can focus while she performs the spell.

And then the little guy is healed!

It was an exhausting process for everyone involved, but it worked! We have a cure for tempering.

Now to work on making sure the results are repeatable.

Off to see Master Matoya, and hopefully build an army of porxies.

#ffxiv liveblog #rhesh'a tag #cid garlond #g'raha tia #alisaie leveilleur #nero tol scaeva #aymeric de borel #y'shtola rhul #alphinaud leveilleur #master matoya

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tomoyoichijouji · 4 days

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Part 9 of my FF14 Crystal Tower cutscene dub has been released! One more part to go! Cast Cid Garlond: Andrew Latheron G'raha Tia: Alex "CrimockLyte" Hankin Nero tol Scaeva: Alex "CrimockLyte" Hankin Unei: Kelsey Campbell Doga: Sol Ish Niwa Cloud of Darkness: Tomoyo Ichijouji Mysterious Voice: Tomoyo Ichijouji

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #cid garlond #crystal tower #g'raha tia #ffxiv #ff14 #youtube #cutscenes #fandub #Youtube #nero tol scaeva #unei #doga #cloud of darkness

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the-imperial-nuisance · 10 months

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Gale and G'Raha should never be allowed to be in the same room together unsupervised, and neither should Gale and Nero

#ffxiv #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #g'raha tia #nero tol scaeva #baldur's gate 3 #could you imagine the destruction

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therisingphoenixden · 2 years

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Prompt #19: The Sudden and Unexpected Attempt at Establishing Cordial Relations Between Garlemald and Gyr Abania

Prompt: Turn a blind eye

Characters: Eydis Warsong, Berude Eijinn, Nero tol Scaeva, G’raha Tia

Content Warnings: Spoilers for the Syrcus Tower questline in ARR as well as a (probably) blink and you’ll miss it spoiler for one of the last couple of quests in ARR (and a majority of the non-Ishgard/non-Scion quests in HW).

Author’s Notes: New character time? New character time. Eydis has problems with Nero’s involvement, Berude tries to fix it, but the Warrior of Light can’t fix everything. Also, meet Eydis:

Half disaster-hyur, half absolute professional.

There were plenty of things Eydis Warsong could ignore, or at least pretend to ignore, when she was recruited into the Scions. She could overlook the way Thancred seemed to avoid the Warrior of Light in the Rising Stones or that he seemed to be drinking more since the completion of Operation: Archon. She could ignore how odd it was to keep the Waking Sands opened and semi-occupied.

Hells, she could even pretend to ignore the weird feelings she got around the captain of the Crystal Braves. There was always something lurking behind Ilberd’s eyes that she just couldn’t bring herself to trust, despite being a fellow Ala Mhigan.

She wasn’t the Warrior of Light, nor in charge of the Crystal Braves. She was just an adventurer that took up with the order after one of her adventuring friends was recruited. So who was she to voice these concerns?

What she could not ignore, however, was the way Nero tol Scaeva was swanning around the Saint Coinach base camp at the base of Syrcus Tower like he was in charge of the expedition into the tower. All because he was a supposed “expert” in the technology of eld Allag. She couldn’t help but snort at the thought. Their newest ally, G’raha Tia, seemed far more knowledgeable regarding the odd tower, as did the mysterious Unei and Doga. But what did she actually know?

She had been brought in as an extra set of eyes on Nero to keep her friend safe. That was all. Ancient history and strange technology were well outside her realm of expertise. She had a “hit the thing until it starts working/stops doing something it shouldn’t” approach to many of the Ironworks’ magitek innovations, much to Cid’s chagrin.

He did fully approve of her methods in taking out Imperial magitek, though.

Eydis casually leaned up against one of the walls at the base of the tower, pretending to examine her dagger’s sharpness with a finger while truly keeping her eye on the blowhard Garlean. He was up to something. His type always was.

“Eydis?” She looked in the direction of the voice and saw her friend, Berude. “If you keep staring like that, you will burn a hole through him.”

“Would that be so terrible? At least he wouldn’t be a problem anymore.” Eydis sighed and turned her head to face the auri woman. “I doubt I’m privy to whatever arrangement you’ve made with Cid and the Scholars, but he did try to kill us not more than a few moons ago.” He gaze turned back to Nero, who was in the middle of terrorizing poor Wedge. “Forgive me if I don’t trust him so easily.” She rubbed the side of her hip, where she had been grazed by an unlucky attack by his gunhammer.

Berude rolled her eyes at the other woman’s stubbornness. “You could try talking to him, you know. Figure out his motives that way instead of sulking in the shadows.” Eydis opened her mouth to retort that there was no point with chatting up the vainglorious former tribuni, but Berude pushed her forward with surprising strength. “Oh, Nero,” she called out in a sing-song voice. “My friend here would love to talk with you.”

Nero turned from Wedge, a charming grin on his face as the Warrior of Light called for him. The joy at the opportunity to insinuate himself further into her good graces disappeared at her impish grin and the sight of the surly Ala Mhigan woman the small au ra had all but thrown his way hurtling toward him with surprising speed.. The pair collided with twin shouts and Nero found himself staring up into the very surprised brown eyes of the Ala Mhigan woman.

“Berude!” Eydis took some small pleasure in watching Nero wince as she shouted at her giggling friend, who was beating a hasty retreat to the large tent at the head of the camp. She let out a groan of frustration and began beating her head against something that was much softer and warmer than the ground. Then she heard a grunt.

The ground wasn’t supposed to grunt.

She pulled back in horror as she found she was still sprawled across the Garlean, whose face bore a mixture of horror, pain, and somehow smugness. “Madame, if you would please refrain from headbutting me further, I would be greatly appreciative.”

For his part, Nero was surprised he hadn’t tossed the woman off of him yet, instead opting for politeness. If he could also get this stubborn woman to see him as less of a threat, perhaps he would have a much easier time convincing Garlond to loosen the lease, as it were. But those eyes…there was something about her. “You were at the Praetorium.”

Eydis’ brow furrowed. She had been masked and she was sure Nero hadn’t actually seen her. “What?”

“The eyes. I recognize them from the angry shinobi.” He chuckled. “You managed a few good hits through my armor, I will give you that much.” But to his disappointment instead of being flattered, the young woman’s eyes narrowed. With an angry huff, she finally stood and began to stomp off.

It seemed there would be no convincing her.

Eydis stalked back to her tent, flopped onto her cot, and screamed into her makeshift pillow. She looked forward to the day she could repay Berude for her little prank. Until then, she resolved to watch and wait. Because eventually Nero would stab them all in the back.

A light rustle on the other side of her tent caused her to raise her head. “Lady Warsong?” The voice was much lighter and softer than Nero’s, the accent cultured Sharlayan instead of Garlean. It could only be the miqo’te scholar, G’raha Tia, and she smiled softly.

“Come in.” She sat up on her cot to make room for the miqo’te. “What brings you to my humble abode?” She chuckled at the cramped tent. She had her cot and a small table. It was a fair sight better than her bunk at the Rogues Guild in Limsa Lominsa or the hazy memories of a too-small shack in Gyr Abania. “And please, I made a living stabbing code-breakers for the good of Limsa Lominsa before joining the Scions. Eydis is more than fine.”

“I heard the commotion earlier,” he began. Although his voice was steady, his ears were nearly flat against his head and his tail flicked back and forth nervously. “I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”

Eydis shook her head, already feeling lighter in the presence of the miqo’te scholar. “I’m fine. Just Berude trying to hasten the reconciliation between Garlemald and Gyr Abania.”

“Ah. Our surprise Garlean ‘ally’.” He wrinkled his nose in disgust and his tail thumped against the canvas as he spat the word, ‘ally.’ “You don’t trust him either.”

“He wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t something for him to gain.” She stretched her arms as high over her head as she could manage and rolled her neck until it let out a satisfying crack. A nearly indecent moan escaped her full lips that had G’raha’s ears stand straight up in shock. “Think I gave better than I got from the attempted reconciliation, though. He’s at least got a bruised shoulder now.”

“That should slow him down a little.” Eydis gave him a cheeky grin and he began to laugh brightly, his cheeks beginning to warm as the flicking of his tail slowed. It settled into a curl at the tip and the heat spread from his cheeks down his neck as he flushed. “I should probably return to the strategy meeting for what we’ll be facing inside the tower.”

Before he had a chance to slip away, she reached out and grabbed his hand. “I know you’ve got a lot going on with your investigation and preparing for whatever battles are in store,” Eydis sighed and stared up into his mismatched eyes - one blue and one red. “But I’d feel better with an extra set of eyes on Nero.” She bit one corner of her lower lip and inhaled sharply. “There’s a lot of weirdness going on that I try to ignore, since I just go where they tell me and do what needs doing, but he’s the one thing I can’t turn a blind eye to.”

G’raha nodded and squeezed her hand in reassurance. “You can rest easy, my friend. When you are otherwise preoccupied with the tower assault, I will do everything I can to keep our,” he thought for a moment before wincing in disgust, “guest preoccupied with anything outside the tower.” He felt her return the gentle squeeze and her bright smile of thanks nearly had him scurrying away from her tent in embarrassment.

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv #berude eijinn #eydis warsong #nero tol scaeva #g'raha tia

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ambromancy · 2 years

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Niche minecraft jokes, aww yiss

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bubblytardigrade · 1 year

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Ultimate Showdown of Eorzean Destiny

with apologies to Lemon Demon -_- ENDWALKER SPOILERS

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Titan, the primal, was hopping around Eorzea's cities like a big playground When suddenly the Warrior burst from the shade And hit that primal with a big Cascade

Titan got pissed and began to dig in But didn't expect to be blocked by Pipin Who proceeded to stab him with a Plunge that struck true When Ysayle and Midgardsormr fell out of the blue

And they started beating up poor Emmanellain And nobody stopped them cos he was such a pain But before Artoirel could intervene Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn arrived on the scene

She pulled out her pistols, and she raised them like that Sent his brothers off to Haurchie with a rat-a-tat-tat But she ran out of bullets and she couldn't reload; She got squashed by a massive gigantoad

This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny Good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny

Emet-Selch got bored and he stifled a yawn Urianger started casting Death of the Seventh Dawn And it hit Emet-Selch for a full KO Sent him smashing into Lahabrea watching the show

Thancred was injured, and trying to get steady When Curious Gorge showed up, war axe at the ready But suddenly something caught his leg and he tripped-- That goobbue from 1.0 with its arm whip

Then he saw Kan-E-Senna sneaking up from behind And he reached for his gunblade which he just couldn't find 'Cause Nanamo stole it and she swung and she missed; Sadu Dotharl had blocked it with her fist

G'raha Tia jumped up and he did a somersault While Estinien Varlineau tried to pole vault Onto Hildibrand, but they collided in the air Then they both got suplexed by Godbert up there

This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny Good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be This is the ultimate showdown

Sin eaters sang for their Immaculate leader But down from the heavens descended Moenbryda Who delivered a kick, (with a punch to the skull) Into the crotch of Fandaniel

Who fell over on the ground, insta dead As Lahabrea tried to shapeshift into Lahabread But Y'shtola grinned, seeing through this clever ghost And she triplecast Fire, made him into Lahatoast

Then Raubahn the Bull and X'ruhn the Red And Louisoix even though he's super dead Venat, Erich, Themis, Hermes, Hyth and Nashu Thirsty girl Aenor and the Blue Bird too

Papalymo, Jandelaine, Lyse, the Warrior of Light Alisaie, and Alphinaud, and every single Temple Knight Gaius and Rammbroes and Nero tol Scaeva Noraxia, Tonaxia, Lucia, Slowfix, and Leveva

All came out of nowhere Levin fast And they kicked Prince Zenos in his Juicy a-- 'Twas the bloodiest battle that the world ever saw With civilians looking on in total awe

The fight raged on for a century Many lives were claimed, but eventually The champion stood, the rest saw he was more: Masayoshi Soken with a death metal score \m/

#my brain just does this #usually when i want to sleep #ffxiv #ffxiv urianger #ffxiv thancred #ffxiv a lot of random characters

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chrysalispen · 3 years

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#2 - Aberrant

Nero tol Scaeva/G’raha Tia. NSFW.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33640546/chapters/83652457 He is not sure what to think of the imperial capital, all told, other than he is embarrassed to admit how small it makes him feel. Many things make Nero Scaeva feel small, in all fairness: he is a rail-thin twelve-year-old boy, freshly arrived in the city from one of the poorest rural provinces in the Garlean Empire (and his family is poorer still). He is far more aware than most of his dull-witted peers of the world beyond his tiny village, a world that is vast and open and waiting for him to make his mark upon it. It does not take him long to decide - although he has enough of a survival instinct to keep it to himself - that he does not care much for his Emperor's city. It is uniform in its stark grey ugliness, and it sprawls for malms south of the high mountain pass that leads into the upper reaches of the Ilsabardian tundra, as if winter has unhinged its maw to vomit ceruleum, iron, and Solus zos Galvus' manifest destiny onto the rest of the continent.

All that being the case: his first sight of the Imperial Magitek Academy's administrative building is one Nero has dreamed about for the last two years. It is a fresh start and he is determined to make the most of it. A cursory glance is all Nero needs to know he is comfortably the youngest boy here; he can feel surprised stares from the older boys boring into his back as he lunges up the wide steps two at a time, a smugly confident smile spreading his lips and his favorite book clutched across his chest. Part of him worries at the fact that his robe is handmade rather than store-bought, patched in several places, and as ill-fitting as the threadbare jumper and breeches beneath them. The other students at his tiny village school had often derided him for wearing his sisters' hand-me-downs. But he will have to cross that bridge when he comes to it. He is far more likely to be teased for his age than his clothes, or so he hopes.

"Seven hells, there goes another one," he overhears the derisive scoff on his way into the foyer. "I didn't realize the Academy was starting an engineering initiative for nursery school."

Nero knows how to ignore inane remarks like that and simply does not react to it, but once he's passed out of sight of the two upperclassmen he ambles behind a hefty column to eavesdrop. Anyone who happens to glimpse him- if they notice him at all - will assume he is simply reviewing his upcoming class schedule.

"Another one?"

"You didn't hear? Word is Midas nan Garlond's son will be joining us this year. Smarter even than his old man, so they say. The most brilliant prodigy the Empire's ever seen."

Something in him rankles sharply at that. Just as with the state of his clothing, Nero is all too conscious that his village is poor and small and so is the rest of his province, relegated to some of the most inhospitable lands in the Empire save for one thin stretch of arable land: little grows there other than root vegetables and pigs. He would prefer not to be reminded of his fundamental disadvantage, pitted against some privileged highborn boy he has never chanced to meet.

Most brilliant? Oh, we'll see about that, Garlond. We'll just see about that.

From this moment on, he vows, he refuses to be anything but first. ==

Nero tol Scaeva, former tribunus laticlavius of the XIVth Imperial Legion, now just another nameless imperial deserter (albeit one with a handsome price on his head), is honest enough to acknowledge that he has outfoxed himself. There is one major thorn in his side frequenting the Saint Coinach encampment. This one Nero cannot even blame on Garlond, for he has brought this particular circumstance (and conundrum) down upon his own head thinking to use her as readily as her allies. As amusing as it has been to watch Cid's cheeks turn crimson with suppressed anger every time Nero takes an opportunity to insinuate himself with the Eorzeans, the engineer finds he is often distracted from any given purpose, or scheme, or tomestone study, by the errant toss of honeyed hair and the herbal spiciness of a lavender sachet. One of these days he's going to dig that blasted bag of flower petals out of her bedroll and toss it into the godsdamned lake, to hell with the consequences. "You too, eh?"

He manages, somehow, not to jump. The interloper unfolds his arms and straightens his posture from its leaning position against a nearby wall, long since crumbled beyond recognition. A rueful smile plays upon the Miqo'te's full lips as his tail swishes idly from side to side."

Don't look so surprised, Tribunus," he says. "Nearly every time I see you, you're watching her. Someone was bound to notice eventually."

Like himself, G'raha Tia is an outlier- an outcast and misfit with a knowledge of Allagan history and folklore nearly as comprehensive and encyclopedic as Nero's own. And just as with all those long years ago upon his arrival at the Academy, his competitive nature is instantly irked by a sense that this upstart boy is stepping on his toes. Certain aspects of the man's personality -- his friendliness and his quick japes, his willingness to accept most people at face value -- remind him so much of Garlond that the sight of him sticks in Nero's craw almost as badly as though he were Cid given feline form. And yet every time they share a space, G'raha invariably treats him with the easy familiarity of an old friend. He is often the only one who does so. It is confusing, and Nero does not like to be on the back foot in his dealings with anyone.

"Not that I begrudge you for it, of course," G'raha continues. "She's absolutely fascinating."

He makes a sound that he hopes is a disinterested grunt but the younger man doesn't appear to have noticed his own dismissal. His eyes, one crimson and one a deep teal blue, seem to sparkle in the feeble light of the afternoon. Nero groans inwardly.

"I wager she presented you and yours quite the puzzle." That smile has never once left his lips. Moreover, it has taken on a sly cast, and unaccountably Nero feels his hackles rise at the sight of it. That this boy would presume to know anything about him-- "A Garlean who can use magic? One they call the Warrior of Light, no less? Your emperor would no doubt take great interest in such an aberration."

Remarks he had made to himself not so very long ago, in truth, but hearing them from another's lips pings the edges of Nero's temper like the sting of tiny pebbles. He grits his teeth.

This is your own fault for teasing her the way you did, a part of him chides. Now you can't let it lie.

"I do not recall asking for your observations, paltry and superficial as they are." He draws his dignity about him like a cloak. "And I would prefer not to trifle with such distractions. There is still much work for us to complete ere Garlond's useful little friend finds her way to the top of the tower."

"Come now, Master Scaeva, it's all right to admit it, you know."

"Admit what?" His grin, brash and insolent, seems to split his face in twain with his mirth.

"You like the Warrior of Light."

Nero scoffs, "Lies and vicious slander."

"Is it?"

"I detest her."

The man only laughs, the sound of it light and melodious and infuriating. "No need to dissemble, Nero. I assure you none here would think less of you for your infatuation-"

"Seven hells, I am not infatuated with the woman!"

"-as from her deeds I personally find her to be a lady more than worthy of your high regard."

Thoroughly annoyed now, Nero retorts: "So then, what brings you to speak to me thus? Have you come to have a jest at my expense?"

Once again he is on the defensive. His usual humor seems to have deserted him now that there is no Garlond present to visibly and loudly scorn, and it is in that moment Nero realizes just how emotionally taxing it has been to conceal his bitterness. It has festered for years, as he watched lesser men laud the 'young prodigy of magitek' all the more for his desertion and sometimes even misattributing Nero's own accomplishments and inventions to the damnable man. He hadn't really meant to let all those years of suppressed resentment pour out of him at the Praetorium in front of anyone present to listen, but it seems that once let loose there was no stopping his anger. Now it seems to be trying to fly free at every turn despite all attempts to maintain the jester's mask, his pride be damned.

What surprises him, when his eyes meet G'raha's, is the raw sympathy he sees there rather than censure.

"No," the Miqo'te says. "But I did come to ask if you'd like to join me tonight."

"Why?"

The question is out before he can stifle his surprise. G'raha shrugs.

"Why not? For one, I'm in the mood for company - your company, specifically. And you seem like you could use the 'distraction,' so-called, for all you insist otherwise."

He isn't sure why he agreed to it, even now. Extroverted as he seems, Nero tol Scaeva is both an iconoclast and quite content with his relative solitude.

And yet here he is, folded on his knees across the rough homespun bedroll with his fists curling into the linens and his deep groans vibrating against the lumpen pillow, the corner of which sits clenched between his teeth, and the only sound in the closeness of the tent beyond their heavy breathing is the wet slap of bared flesh. For all his diminutive stature, G'raha Tia is not a small man and even with his preparations the stretch of his girth burns, teetering just on the pleasurable side of uncomfortable with each rolling oil-slicked thrust. It makes Nero think of other nights, cold nights buried beneath blankets with a hot mouth on him and biting down on his knuckles to stifle the noise when-

Fingers dig furrows into one of his lean flanks and break the skin with their scratching. The sharp sting of it is a pleasant counterpoint to this hot and tightening ache, especially when G'raha tilts Nero's hips and adjusts his angle and the wide, flared head inside him grinds against his prostate.

Nero spits another muffled curse into the pillow.

They are not taking many pains to be discreet, as he is well aware. He is just as aware that Rammbroes or the eikon-slayer could walk in at any time and see him like this: arse up and face pressed into rough hemp and saliva soaking into G'raha Tia's pillow, his face deeply flushed and his hair a sweat-dampened, tousled disaster. It's a distinct possibility and one he doesn't currently give a single damn about whatsoever. He is so hard it hurts and each heartbeat pounding through his temples echoes itself in the heavy, ponderous throbbing between his legs.

He unclenches one fist from the bedding to squirm beneath his weight, then swipes his fingers hastily over his own leaking head and along his shaft before taking himself in hand. The angle is somewhat awkward and if he stays that way too long his arm will go numb, but Nero is undeterred in the heat of the moment. He rocks his hips back to meet the Miqo'te's powerful and increasingly rapid thrusts while stroking himself as best he can manage.

It is over in what is probably moments but feels like years of drowning in steadily increasing pressure, the tightness in his balls and heat spearing down his spine and into his cock in the brace of seconds before he spills. Seed spurts over his clenched fingers and drips into the bedroll, and in a matter of moments he hears G'raha moan and his pace stutters and slows before stilling entirely. Neither speaks for long moments as they try to catch their breath. Nero relaxes his grip, then frees his arm just before the pins and needles sensation begins to set into his fingers.

"Let me get you something," G'raha mutters hoarsely. "You're-"

He doesn't need to finish the sentence but it still hangs between them as he sits back on his haunches to rummage in a nearby knapsack. Nero rolls onto his back with his ears still ringing and his heart beating as furiously as if it were the aftermath of a skirmish, and accepts the scrap offered him with a brief nod. Right now they're both too nose-blind to take note of the combined scent of sweat and musk. In a few minutes, he will collect his clothing and go find a likely place for a late-night wash before retiring to his own bedroll as if this had never transpired.

But that will come later. For the moment they lie next to each other, hip to shoulder to knee (as much as their notable height difference will allow), staring at the peaked corners of the tent. Nero is the first to break the silence.

"I don't think my head has been this empty in years," he says, and G'raha chuckles.

"Your thoughts are your own worst enemy. I understand the feeling." His tail, draped over Nero's knee, beats a soft and lazy tattoo against his calf. "I suspect Aurelia would too if she knew."

"I doubt very much the eikon-slayer would care enough to commiserate."

"Why do you say that?"

Nero drawls, "Attempting to capture her on multiple occasions while using her as a test subject for Project Ultima will not have endeared me to her good graces, I suspect."

"You should give her a chance."

"History would indicate that course of action to be unwise. She despises me."

"Ah, so it's not that you despise her, you think she despises you." G'raha props himself up on one elbow. His brows lift and drop, and that wry half-smile returns. "That shouldn't matter. I took a chance on you tonight," he says, "and I was clearly right to do it."

"So you say," Nero's retort is dismissive on its face, but G'raha seems wholly unaffected by his scorn.

"You're very unusual. A strange man indeed," he says. "Not at all what I would have expected of a Garlean. Cid isn't either, but you're a cut beyond even him. And as such, I wager you're well familiar with what it means to be alone- but so am I. So is she." Sadness lurks in the depths of his eyes, narrows the corners of his smile. "Everyone needs friends, Nero. Even you. And Aurelia... well, let's just say I don't believe the two of you are so very different."

He almost objects but something stays his tongue. Entertaining tumble or not, easygoing demeanor or not, G'raha does not know him nor his history. He does not know what it is to live off the Empire's dregs, to scrape one's way to the top while leaving parts of oneself behind. Carving away the bits that don't quite fit into the gears, and even the rough shape made acceptable enough to fit can still never run as smoothly as the rest of the machine.

Nero tol Scaeva has done perfectly well these last thirty-four years by himself. His scraping and cutting and striving earned him a career and relative renown. He doesn't need to complicate matters with friends. He doesn't need friends at all, not to get what he wants.

And watching as G'raha Tia's features relax and he drifts off into a contented doze, Nero almost wishes that were untrue.

#ffxivwrite2021 #2: aberrant #g'raha tia/nero tol scaeva #i said i'd write it and i did LMAO #chrysalispen writes #please mind the warning above this one is spicy #firm lemony business

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destiny-islanders · 3 years

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Nero's found his new favorite customer

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #g'raha tia #nero tol scaeva #z'ahra #destiny doodles #destiny comics #long post

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feyrytale · 2 years

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A bit more of me practicing expressiveness with a mix of OCs and NPCs.

Original meme is by deeppink-man here on tumblr. Part 1, "villainous" expressions < here

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nadana-vhet · 3 years

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“Why are we whispering?” For N'adana

Alternate Title: Old Men Gossip and Gripe About their Age Minor Spoilers for 5.4: Futures Rewritten

“Why are we whispering?” Cid leaned down towards G’raha.

G’raha Tia pointed silently towards the other side of the room where Alisaie and N’adana had been chattering away just a few minutes earlier. It was easily drowned out by the whirring magitek terminals, so Cid had just assumed they kept talking amongst themselves. However, it was quite clear that the young ones had instead decided to curl up on a bench and take a much deserved nap. They used each others’ shoulders to rest, with Alisaie amusingly drooling on N’adana’s shoulder.

“Well, I did tell them to kick up their feet.” Cid chuckled, smiling softly at the heartwarming scene. He was more than pleased to see them happy after all they had been through, especially at such a young age.

It would not have been a day at the Ironworks if Nero wasn’t there to walk in and ruin it. “Slacking, Garlond? Tsk tsk, not surprising.”

Cid shushed him, pointing towards the pair of sleeping heroes opposite of them.

“Oh? When did that happen?”

G’raha chuckled under his breath, “Back on the First, it seems. ‘Tis heartwarming to see, though I felt quite the third-wheel when we visited Azys Lla.”

Nero grinned, and despite playing the part of the gossip, he, too, seemed to be quite pleased with the Warrior of Light’s happiness. “Embarrassing that the youngest of the Scions partnered up before you old men, no?”

Cid and G’raha collectively rolled their eyes at Nero. “Embarrassing for you, perhaps. I’m quite sprightly with my young body now!” G’raha beamed, smoothing down his armor proudly.

“You’re an old man as well, Nero.” Cid pointed out.

Nero shook his head, “Absolutely not! I’m not the one with white hair here, Garlond.”

“I’m sure if I find that hair dye of your’s, that’ll change in less than a moon.” Cid shot back.

“I have no such thing!”

Cid chuckled, “Hit a nerve, Nero? It’s alright, we all grow old one day!”

It wasn’t long before N’adana and Alisaie were woken up by the familiar sound of the pair’s bickering. “Are they fighting again?” Alisaie muttered.

“Mm, sounds like it.” N’adana nodded, not even opening her eyes before readjusting against Alisaie’s shoulder and falling back to sleep.

#ask faeluria #Anonymous #wol x alisaie #g'raha tia #cid garlond #nero tol scaeva #i've thought about that 5.3 scene ever since it happened #their lil nap was so cute #g'raha totally would have been like god they are so cute #g'raha sees n'adana as a little sister and he's so so proud of her #so seeing her safe and warm and happy makes him go !!!#SHE DESERVES IT!#teen!wol #n'adana vhet #faeluria writes #thank you for the ask ily!!!#ask

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tomoyoichijouji · 25 days

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Part 6 of my FF14 Crystal Tower cutscene dub has been released!

Featured in this part are the following characters and voice actors:

Cid Garlond: Andrew Latheron G'raha Tia: Alex "CrimockLyte" Hankin Nero tol Scaeva: Alex "CrimockLyte" Hankin Unei: Kelsey Campbell Doga: Sol Ish Niwa Cloud of Darkness: Tomoyo Ichijouji Emperor Xande: JoshuaSVD777

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #cid garlond #nero tol scaeva #crystal tower #g'raha tia #unei #doga #ffxiv #ff14 #youtube #cutscenes #fandub #cloud of darkness #Youtube

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