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FFXIV Write 2020 #22: Argy-bargy

(A/N: Good god what was this prompt. XD I managed to scrape something together at least.

Nothing notable to mention here - that I can think of while posting. Set during 5.1-.2 era Some downtime between it all while everyone’s chilling at the Crystarium.

Also catch me trying to use Urianger in my fics but also not having him talk as much as he could cos what is his dialogue style, I don’t trust myself with that. :’D halp

Word Count: 1452

@ffxiv-writers)

“I am an only child.” Fufu chuckled at Alisaie’s exaggerated groan into the table, having just entered the Wandering Stairs after a peruse at the market stalls.

“Hmm, I’m pretty sure you had a brother last I checked.”

“If he continues being an embarrassment, he’s disowned,” the girl huffed, finally sitting up properly. And with a nod of her head toward the garden outside the Pendants, the miqo’te bit back another giggle at the sight.

Alphinaud and Urianger appeared to be in the midst of a very vigorous discussion, one that seemed to have generated a small crowd near the fringes of the area - by the entrance to the inn, milling around the market stairs, lingering at the gate to the Exedra plaza. All eagerly curious, yet warily keeping their distance. And in amidst it all, Ryne sat unperturbed at the foot of a tree, giving scritches to a very content looking Moonstone Carbuncle sitting on her lap, while an Amber Carbuncle slept beside her.

“Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Urianger’s carbuncle,” Fufu noted, as though blind to the rest of the scene. She bit back a smile at Alisaie’s puffed up cheeks.

“That’s not the point here and you know it. The two of them are rambling on and on about all sorts of academic nonsense, and no doubt everyone here is curious about what they’re talking about, but not a soul here seems to want to even talk to ‘the vaunted Warriors of Darkness’.” She rolled her eyes.

Fufu’s ear flicked and she shrugged. “I can see why people here might be curious about the topic. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone perform arcanima or any similar abilities while we’ve been here. Your brother aside of course.”

“Of course,” the elezen grumbled. Then with an exasperated sigh, throwing her head back, she added, “I’d just rather that they either took this somewhere private where people wouldn’t be ogling, or they acknowledge their little audience and maybe...I don’t know, offer to teach? Although I can’t imagine either of them being able to simplify it enough for unfamiliar folk to understand.”

Fufu gave the girl a pat on the shoulder, saying, “Well, while you wallow over this, I’ll go see Ryne, find out how this happened and how we can steer it into something useful other than just them taking up floor space.”

Descending the stairs into the garden area and slipping unnoticed past the chattering scholars, Fufu spared a wave and a smile to a portion of the crowd. A few young children waved back eagerly, however the adults were more hesitant to return the gesture.

She finally joined the young hume at the tree, sitting alongside her with a smile, giving Moonstone a scratch under the chin, making it purr. Amber roused briefly to peek over the younger girl’s lap, however opted to curl up tighter and keep sleeping at the sight of the miqo’te.

“So what happened?” Fufu asked. Ryne gave a bemused smile as she said, “I asked Alphianud how carbuncles worked, in terms of summoning and behaviours, since I’ve never seen them before. He got Urianger to help with explaining, but it got a bit off track. I couldn’t follow after a while.”

“Don’t worry, I understand the feeling. But I do think we should have them break this up now or take it somewhere else. They’ve attracted a crowd and I don’t think they’ve realised, but Alisaie has and she’s a bit put off by it.” As Ryne giggled, Fufu got to her feet, her tail flicking on Moonstone’s nose and earning a chirp in response, before walking over to the elezen duo.

“--the caster’s aether would carry all the finer points of the construct’s makeup, including any semblance of personality or habit--”

“--And I’m not arguing against that,” the younger boy interrupted, “All I’m saying is that there has to be more to any learned behaviour, unless the one creating the summon is unconsciously including additional behaviours in their equations.”

A clap from the approaching Warrior silenced whatever response Urianger was preparing, taking them both aback at the intrusion. She smiled. “This all sounds pretty neat, I’m not gonna lie, but I think you both got a little off topic. Or at least didn’t notice your audience getting a little curious.” They both looked self-conscious as they finally noticed the throng around them, even with the people beginning to disperse as the discussion was brought to an end. Some few lingered still, casting glances at the group while whispering amongst themselves.

“How exactly did this all start?” Fufu inquired.

Alphinaud was the one to answer first. “Ryne asked as to the finer points about Carbuncles, so I tried to explain. I managed to cover the basic duties one would perform, then to formation and summoning. Basic equations any beginner could accomplish, if she were so curious to try, then I decided to include Urianger in the demonstration as an example of something more personal alongside mine own.”

“Tis unfortunate then that as our conference would alienate others less versed in the field of arcanima as we two dove deeper into the makings and formulations of such creatures,” the older man added, followed by a frown from Alphinaud as he finished, “And even more so that we ended up debating over a summon’s behaviour and whether it is learned or imprinted during the summoning.”

Fufu hummed, tapping her cheek in thought. “Soooo, like if a Carbuncle would like scritches or not? Whether they’d learn that on their own or if their summoner would deliberately put that information into them?”

With an amused smile, Urianger nodded. “Aye, that would be a suitable example.”

“Well, I’m not gonna question either of you two, but whichever ‘academic answer’ you would reach, I’d argue both your own Carbuncles are a bit partial to a friendly hand giving pets,” the woman chuckled, and both scholars turned their attentions to Ryne by the tree, giving both summons scratches by the ears.

Noticing the stares, Ryne stood and joined them, both carbuncles trotting along beside her before sitting obediently by their own masters. The girl bowed her head, wearing a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t paying much attention,” she said with a bow.

“Not at all, I do understand that we may have been talking above a beginner’s understanding. Tis our own fault really,” the boy responded, a hand on her shoulder.

“Mayhap twould be best to start anew, to teach a proper lesson instead of making use of overwrought studies unavailable to the citizens of this star.”

The younger ones nodded at Urianger’s suggestion, while Fufu added, her ears upright, “That sounds like a good idea. And while you’re at it, you can include some others in the Crystarium if they’re interested. I know the ones over there still look pretty fascinated.” She gestured to a small collective by the Pendants, all of them suddenly looking away as attentions were drawn their way.

“An excellent proposition. I’ll go and extend the offer to them, and perhaps perform a sweep of the Crystarium for any other curious folk.” Alphinaud wandered off to the nervous group, while Urianger volunteered to prepare a study plan for any keen students the scholars would amass, carbuncles going with their respective summoners, leaving Fufu and Ryne alone at the garden.

They reentered the Wandering Stairs, finding a more relaxed Alisaie sipping on some water at the table.

“I sorted it,” Fufu announced, while the girl smiled, “I noticed. My thanks.”

“I’ll be interested to learn about this,” Ryne said, “Even if I can’t take to it entirely well, even having basic knowledge would be handy.” With her eyes shining at the miqo’te woman, she added, “I’d like to follow your example with this. Widening my repertoire for the future.”

Fufu’s ear flicked, a blush spreading across her cheeks. “I appreciate that, but you don’t need to credit me for the idea.”

“Oh don’t listen to her,” Alisaie huffed, waving a hand at Fufu’s comment, “You couldn’t have picked a better role model. Maybe better teachers, but they’re the only ones here that know anything about arcanima. But you let me know if they go too fast for you or anyone else here, and I’ll give them a talking to.”

“I will, thank you,” Ryne nodded.

“And besides,” fufu added, smile broadening, “if you wanted to try any other trades, feel free to ask. I’m sure Alisaie here wouldn’t mind teaching a little bit.”

The elezen shrugged, smiling all the same. “Perhaps I might.”

Ryne gawped at the offer, her eyes sparkling. She nodded. “Then whatever you can teach me, I’m ready and willing!”

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oneletterwrites · 7 years

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I told my ass I wouldn’t ask for a sequel. I know you’re busy and busy with another fandom. And yet here I am, requesting a sequel to that amazing romechu you did. Please?

Sequel to this post (X)

Too Close to Home

Yao could barely believes his eyes yet they could only stay trained on the person in front of him. Far gone is the messy errand boy with dirty hair and rag clothes. He’s not sure how it happened but he can’t deny that he’s impressed. A quirk in his eyebrow is all he gives away to that impressed feeling.

His father is leaning back in his throne, his mother standing by his side both in their jewels and long draping outfits. Yao is the same, long red robes covered in small jewels, delicate ornaments in his hair, and a new familiar lovely stinging around his finger. He casts a side glance to his parents who are doing their best to not look too judgmental. They are not doing very well.

Romulus in all his glory stands before them all. His hair is curled properly and out of the way and his once scragly beard is trimmed and even. Lost are the rags and replaced with a more regal attire, shining shirts of finer materials and boots that look new with not a spec of dirt on them. Romulus bows and Yao can’t stop the small smirk on his face.

Romulus introduces himself properly, his manners impeccable from what they used to be. They are not up to par on the king and queen’s level, but their denial of the prince’s soulmate would not be taken lightly. Manners could be worked on. Certainly anything can be worked on compared to what Romulus used to be.

There are some arrangements made and Yao is given a stern warning to not overstep his bounds. A useless warning they all know he will. He does so immediately, stepping down from the throne terrace to stand in front of Romulus. The man is beaming at him and Yao smirks remembering a promise the errand boy had made years ago.

There’s a bubbly feeling his stomach as Romulus bows deeply, taking his hand to place a gentle kiss to his knuckles. Yao just rolls his eyes, following his advisers back to his room and leaving Romulus to fend for himself among the politicians.

It’s been years, quite a few. Letters have been exchanged in terrible format and in scrappy writing. Curt answers from Yao’s end and lengthy long poems that express flowering language and romantic gestures. Yao has kept them all hidden in a box in his quarters. Not that Romulus needs to know that.

The boy had worked far harder than Yao had anticipated. He scrapped by, left his cavern job, went through prestigious schooling, anything he could think of to better his rank. Opportunities came and went and Romulus played a hand in every one of them. His position of knight and noble is more easily accommodated than just a silly working boy.

The world could not deny him his soulmate after such a transformation and Yao could admit to being shallow enough to be willing to accept him now. With the proud looks Romulus gives him, knowing his hard work had paid off and that Yao will have him.

–

The day is here and Romulus is giddy with every fiber of his being. Yao looks at him fondly, with adoration and something akin to pleasing. It makes him smug, proud, and ultimately daring to lay a kiss on his hand when presented even with warning signs from the king and queen. He won’t deny his eyes following the flowing robes.

“Manners are in order, some history lessons as well,” The queen laments to him. She’s regarding him coolly, but there’s a hint of something amuse din her face. The king less so, but resigned to the fate that has been brought upon them. He waves Romulus off to be guided away to who knows where. An adviser can’t keep their mouth shut on how he managed to charm the spoiled prince. Romulus laugh heartily at that.

Spoiled? He wouldn’t call Yao that. Determined, knowing what he wants and accepting nothing less sound more Yao’s style. Romulus finds a smirk on his face knowing he is now part of that ‘style’. Every barbed word laced with encouragement sent him to study harder, get better, anything he could do to become worthy of such a person. His finger stings as he’s lead to a door and left to stare at the finely carved wood.

“My darling~” He coos easily once he spies who’s inside. Yao is sitting at a mirror, brushing out his long black hair. Part of his robes are slipping off his shoulders and Romulus has a sneaking suspicion he’s doing it on purpose. Not that he minds. It’s a sight to behold and he’s certain not many get to see.

“Your endearments mean nothing to me,” Yao says haughtily, turning to face Romulus sharply then back to the mirror. Romulus swoons and dreamily walks over. He sits on stool next to Yao and watches him brush out his hair, a smile on his face at being able to be this close. Yao finally turns to him with the intent to pay attention to him. He rakes his eyes up and down and Romulus sits up to allow him the fully view.

“You’ve shaped up,” The prince says and Romulus laughs again seeing the slight smile on Yao’s face. Taking a daring touch, he reaches forward to curl Yao’s hand in his, kissing the knuckles once more.

“You’ve stayed as beautiful as ever,” He muses. Yao scoffs and turns away from him but keeps his hand where it is. So Romulus kisses it again, lingering as he does. If Yao bristles he doesn’t say.

“I love you.” The words flow easily and Yao snaps back around to him, a pout screwing up on his features and smirk growing on Romulus’s.

“You are too bold,” Yao tells him. Romulus can feel a burning inside his chest as the words wash over warm and soft with no hint of bitterness. He continues with that boldness scooting closer so that he may feel the heat radiating off he prince.

“You everything i could have ever hoped for,” Romulus grins as Yao snorts at his words, a sign of something like laughter that makes all his ridiculous quips worth it. He shifts a little closer again and Yao keeps his eyes warm and sweet for him. That sting in his finger is back.

“Am I worthy of you now?” He asks with that same smirk. Yao’s haughty look is back, a daring sort of expression that has Romulus leaning forward to leave a sweet and unrejected kiss on Yao’s lips.

“Perhaps,” Yao tells him once he pulls away. Romulus bursts into laughter and Yao rolls his eyes, the noise unneeded in his royal opinion. Still he smiles to himself when he thinks Romulus isn’t looking. But he always is. His eyes can’t seem to stray from his prince and he wouldn’t want to look away either. When Yao finally catches him looking in the mirror and that satisfied smile grows on his face, Romulus knows he did right, that he has become a person worthy of everything his soulmate is and more.

#aph rome #aph china #rochu #drabble #hahahaha hell yes #soulmate au #thebucca2 #i take garbage and throw it at you!!!!

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