{ FFXIV Polyamory Week, Day 2 - Domestic Life / Mundane tasks }
Lysander wakes up alone.
The futon beside him is cool; it seems he has been abandoned some time ago. Lounging in bed alone has little appeal, so yawning, he drags himself upright, stretches, and reaches for a robe, tying it loosely before opening the sliding door that leads to the private courtyard outside Hien’s chambers.
It was the noise eventually that had woken him. Though they are using wooden swords which collide only with an almost melodic knocking sound, the exclamations of the two men sparring outside have been growing steadily louder. Lysander leans against a cedar pillar, settles his expression into one of neutral exasperation, and waits for them to notice him.
It takes some time. Though Hien had seemed to be pressing Aymeric rather hard, the Elezen has recovered, and manages to turn the tide for a while. Lysander yawns again, and in doing so misses the decisive moment, opening his eyes to see Aymeric on the ground wearing a good-naturedly dismayed expression, and Hien reaching to help him up.
Their hands are still clasped when Hien turns to notice Lysander.
“Ah! You’re awake! We just thought we would get some sparring in before the day started. Did we disturb you?”
Hien is smiling; Aymeric looks sheepish, as though he can anticipate the complaint waiting on Lysander’s lips. He leans in to press a kiss to the corner of his frown.
“Forgive us,” he murmurs, “I thought it best not to waste the day.”
Lysander purses his lips, but it is difficult to maintain his feigned irritability when the two of them look so at ease, happy in each other's company and glowing with their recent exertion. Once again, he reflects that he feels nary a shred a guilt for this plan to drag the two of them away from their duties for a moon, to give them a taste of his own—considerably less structured—lifestyle.
But some routines will die hard, it seems. He briefly considers adding a malm or two to the hike he has planned for the afternoon around his favorite locations in the Glittering Basin in the hopes of tiring them too thoroughly for morning exercise…but resigns himself instead to simply rousing himself earlier and otherwise convincing the two of them to linger with him in bed.
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This prompt was a little tricky because the nature of this relationship is such that the three of them don't get to enjoy a lot of "everyday life" together, but I do think Hien and Aymeric are to some extent incorrigible jocks (at least by Lysander's standards) so early morning sparring it is.
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Carden keeps telling me I can't send the intern on a coffee run, but Imma do it--
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except lewis doesn’t really hold a grudge so it’s just fernando being bitter that he was beaten by a rookie 15 years on.
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decides to finally go to a party in an attempt to be more social, ends up drinking more wine than they should
(p.s. they thought wine wouldn't hit them as hard as vodka or other alcoholic beverages in the party. wrong assumption, buddy)
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Playing tears of the kingdom is being a silly little guy running around in sandals just collecting frogs and berries until you come across a scene that cleaves into your gut and leaves behind some emotion that can’t be named but feels old and silent and bittersweet. You aren’t alone in hyrule the world is vibrant and large and full of others yet still something is missing
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The biggest disappointment in this latest episode of She Hulk is Tim Roth didn't twerk. He said he joined Marvel to embarrass his sons and yet he didn't twerk. I feel extremely ripped off
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Rhys (my cat) was playing catch and release with a spider and I’m about 90% sure the spider is now somewhere in his fur since the little furball likes to slowly & delicately curl his paw at the spider or boop it with his nose.
Everyday I’m more and more sure this cat would never survive in the wild. A hunter he is not.
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whats eiteth up to?
[You find what appears to be a corpse in a dark room. The light is dim and red, and the walls are littered in what appear to be cobwebs and blood.
Not too distantly, you can hear screams.
A small crowd filters in the open doorway, and there’s a brief moment of quiet conversation before the troll on the floor begins clawing their way towards the crowd, moaning in what seems to be pain.
The sound of a chainsaw roaring to life spurs the group into motion again, and after they’ve left, Eiteth wiggles their way back into their initial spot, just out of the way of the footpath. This is much easier on their back than what they signed up for last year, for sure.]
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"i want more media with zero drama, no tension, and zero problematic characters and i am not joking"
Great! Here are my recommendations:
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