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dragons-bones · 2 years

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FFXIV Write Entry #30: The Long Road Home

Prompt: sojourn || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: Here we are, at the last. Spoilers for Endwalker. Warnings for blood, discussions of injury and pseudo-fantastical medical procedures. Immediate followup to “At the End of All Things.”

The Ragnarok dropped from hyperspace without even a shudder, and Livingway couldn’t help the grudging respect for the Sharlayan engineers who had built her. While teeny-tiny toy boat, it was a well-made teeny-tiny toy boat, that had withstood the forces exerted on it as it had hurtled to the edge of the universe and back.

Etheirys hung like a brilliant blue jewel against the black of space now, growing closer as Mappingway input their return trajectory. At this speed, the Ragnarok needed to do almost a full orbit before she was slow enough to land safely in Old Sharlayan.

Just slow enough. Any slower and…

“Godsdamned fucking ribcage, I can’t fucking reach—”

“I can, Healingway, move your hand now and—yes, I have it.”

“Someone crack open another aether syrup bottle! No, two, Alisaie one of those is for you—”

“I need more gauze!”

“Here, Thancred—”

Livingway resolutely did not look behind her, staring straight ahead at the viewscreen and ignoring every twitch and jerk of Mappingway and Sleepingway’s ears as the Scions and Healingway’s triage team frantically worked to save the Warriors of Light. Any slower and Hydaelyn’s chosen champions might lose precious seconds they desperately needed.

(Healingway was going to be absolutely intolerable later, when the danger was past, because she had been the one to bully her way onboard with her team right behind her carrying crates of supplies, despite Livingway’s huffing.)

“Ragnarok to Thaumazein, Ragnarok to Thaumazein,” Mappingway called over the comms.

A crackle of the aether-radio: “This is Thaumazein, we read you loud and clear, Ragnarok. Welcome home!”

“Thaumazein, transmitting our return trajectory now; ETA in Scholar’s Harbor is 1300 local time. Requesting immediate medical assistance upon arrival. I repeat, requesting immediate medical assistance upon arrival.”

Krile was at the head of the crowd with Tataru, the pair of lalafell sprinting forward with a tiny carbunclet each hanging from a shoulder, as the Ragnarok smoothly sliced through the waters of Scholar’s Harbor and towards the largest of the berths at the far end of the docks. Giddy relief surged through her; the strange double-sight of Sharlayan’s clear skies and the overlay of the burning heavens of the Final Days had faded to leave only blue behind, and she had dared not hope until linkpearl reports came in of the Ragnarok flying over Othard and Ilsabard and Eorzea. But hope now she did.

She and Tataru came to a stop at the edge of the pier, the Ragnarok gliding sedately into place. As they did, Amandina dropped from her shoulder all of a sudden, and Roksana from Tataru’s, the pearl carbunclets tumbling into one another and vanishing with a pop! of displaced air. Krile felt their pearls tingle on her wrist—Synnove had given the twins into hers and Tataru’s safe-keeping, foci stones and all, with strict instructions to head to Ishgard should the worst come to pass—and then the two returned. With a passenger.

Ser Aymeric, lacking his formal Lord Commander’s armor in favor of simple boots and breeches and a linen shirt beneath a doublet, stumbled a pace forward, dropping to one knee as he cradled the twin carbunclets in his arm. “Girls, we have had words with you about sudden teleportation,” he wheezed.

Sorry, Papa, Amandina squeaked.

It’s an emergency, Roksana added.

His head shot up, and Tataru and Krile’s both whipped around.

We gotta go, Amandina warbled, reaching up to press a carbuncle-kiss to Ser Aymeric’s cheek.

But we’ll be back! Roksana chittered, doing the same.

Take care of Mommy! they chorused, and then in a flash of blue-and-purple aether, they demanifested.

Ser Aymeric stared at where they had been in his arms just a moment ago. Tataru was slowly losing color in her face, and Krile felt the same, as her hands began to shake.

“Make way, make way! Healers coming through!”

Krile raised her head as a full company of city-guard pushed through the crowd, escorting a full complement of sages and conjurers and chirugeons, each wearing the sigil of the Sharlayan Medical Corp; a group of loporrits bull-rushed their way through just after them, pushing four long carts—mobile cots?—with multiple medkits and other boxes of supplies balanced on top of them. With the healers safely arrived, the guards turned towards herding back the crowd, calling for an order and creating a corridor back down the dock. Ameliance and Fourchenault ducked by them, but the guards gave them no notice; the Leveilleurs were beginning to look as worried as Krile felt.

She sprinted to the healers. “Master Healer,” she called to their leader; she didn’t recognize her, unfortunately. “What’s happening?”

“Ragnarok requested immediate medical attention upon arrival,” the Roegadyn woman said grimly. “I can confirm everyone is alive, but the Warriors of Light are in critical condition.” Krile closed her eyes, terror lancing through her even as Ser Aymeric gasped wetly behind her and Tataru cut off her horrified shriek. The healer continued, “Mistress Baldesion, I loathe having to ask, but I must request your assistance, in particular due to your familiarity with the medical histories of the Warriors of Light.”

Krile clasped her hands together in an attempt to stop their shaking. Oh, gods be good, please let this not be because of the decision she had made in allowing Zenos viator Galvus the chance to follow the Scions to Ultima Thule. “You need not ask, Master Healer,” she said. “Though I am glad I will not have to fight through your healers to assist my family.”

The Roegadyn nodded, and then both their heads whipped around as a hatch on the Ragnarok hissed, and swung open. Thancred hung out, grim-faced and blood-stained as he kicked a gangplank into place down to the dock, and Krile and the healers surged forward.

“We’ve got them stable, barely,” he said once they were close enough, ducking aside to let them through, and then leading them towards the bridge. “Alisaie nearly drained herself into her own case of aethershock, Y’shtola had to cast Repose on her to get her to stop. We’re all in minor cases of aethershock, but Synnove is the worst off, and that’s before the physical injuries.”

Krile felt herself go grey as Thancred rattled off the extent of the injuries suffered by the Warriors of Light and Scions both. It was a miracle they had even made it back to the ship and the Scions weren’t sure what had happened between the assumed defeat of the Endsinger and their arrival back on the Ragnarok, but Krile knew. She knew how those injuries had happened.

The floor of the Ragnarok’s bridge was covered in blood. The Scions and Healingway’s team of loporrit healers huddled around the Warriors of Light; even Alisaie, who had apparently bucked Repose, to Thancred’s exasperated sigh.

Krile immediately went to Dancing Heron, shooing an exhausted Alphinaud out of the way so that she and one of the Medical Corp healers could take over. A diagnostic spell told her the Hellsguard’s innards were essentially held together by prayer and fine silk thread; it was another miracle her blood wasn’t poisoned by the toxins from her perforated intestines, or what remained of them. As she settled to the task of blasting infection before it could take hold, Heron’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hi, Krile,” she croaked.

(“Oh, fuck you,” Healingway raged from where she was putting Alakhai’s chest back together. “Stop throwing off Sleep you fucking idiot! I hate paladins!”

“This is the first paladin you’ve worked with,” one of the loporrits muttered.

“Shut the fuck up!”)

“Oh, Heron,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“Hey, none of tha’ now,” Heron said, slurring. Her eyes closed, her chest rising with the deep breath she took. “Hate to say it, but th’ bastard made ‘isself useful. An’ then we ended ‘im good ‘n proper.”

“You shouldn’t have fought him at all,” Krile said, reaching up to brush blood-crusted hair from Heron’s face.

“Was in—ugh. Was in-ev-it-a-ble,” Heron said slowly, deliberately. She reached up and gently patted Krile’s hands, her dark red skin too cool to the touch. “Better at th’ edge of th’ universe tha’ where someone could get hurt.”

“And you and your sisters count very much as someones getting hurt.”

“Nah, s’our job,” Heron said, nodding, as if that made it better. “M’gonna sleep now. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Heron,” Krile said, patting the paladin’s cheek, but Heron was already out cold.

Tension filled the bridge; Krile glanced up and saw Ser Aymeric kneeling next to Tataru, holding the young woman close as she cried onto his shoulder, his own eyes focused with horrible intensity on Synnove. Ameliance crouched on Ser Aymeric’s other side, one hand on his free shoulder and the other clutching tight to her husband’s as Fourchenault spoke quietly but firmly into a linkpearl. From the snatches she could catch during lulls in the orders and requests of the healers filling the space, the Leveilleur patriarch was throwing around the full might of the Forum to ready the emergency ward at the hospital.

She lost track of how long they worked, but eventually the loporrits brought over the mobile cots—stretchers, they were apparently called—and carefully they loaded a Warrior of Light onto each. Krile was small and light enough that she stayed crouched over Heron, modulating her conjury to keep her friend stable as they were wheeled out of the Ragnarok and towards the chocobo carts waiting to carry the whole of the Scions to the hospital. Two other lalafell healers did the same with Alakhai and Synnove, and Healingway knelt next to Rereha, frowning thoughtfully at the device she carried in one hand even as the other held the stasis spell steady.

Ser Aymeric followed along next to Synnove’s stretcher, one hand resting on her uninjured arm. The other Scions staggered after them; Estinien had Alphinaud slung over one shoulder, the young man passed out from exhaustion, with Alisaie hiked up under one arm and being fussed over by Ameliance, while Raha, Y’shtola, and Urianger leaned against one another with a pair of Sharlayan sages hovering next to them. Thancred carried a still weeping Tataru, smiling faintly as the coinkeeper scolded him between her tears.

A flash of blue overheard caught her attention, and Krile lifted her head to see a bluebird wing its way above the harbor.

The first sennight was the worst. For all that the four Warriors of Light were stable, any of their conditions could take a sudden turn for the worse, and more than one Scion took up a silent vigil at the side of one of their friends to ensure she made it through the night.

Kan-E-Senna, A-Ruhn-Senna, plus a number of Gridanian conjurers and Ul’dahn alchemists (among them Rerenasu Kukunasu, looking as if he had aged ten years before he even got to his daughter’s bedside), arrived by Ironworks airship the day after the Ragnarok’s return. The Elder Seedseer was immediately whisked into hushed talks with Healingway and the Sharlayan chirugeons who researched experimental treatments. And then they descended upon Rereha’s rooms to begin their attempts to repair the bard’s shattered spine, as the other healers were quickly put into the rotation to treat the others.

Aymeric spent those first days refusing to leave Synnove’s side, to the point the Master Healer, Tyrngeim, sighed heavily and ordered a cot brought to the arcanist’s room on which he could sleep. Not that he truly gained any rest, jerking awake almost as soon as he dropped off for fear something might happen to his lady in so fragile a state. The one time he managed a full night’s sleep was because Y’shtola had marched into the room, Urianger on her heels, and forced a sleeping draught into his hand while saying, “You’ll be no good to her dead yourself. Urianger and I will take the watch tonight.”

Synnove was so awfully still, as were her sisters; the healers were using a combination of thaumaturgical Sleep, conjuration Repose, and a cocktail of potions to keep them in comas. While everyone had returned from Ultima Thule in some state of aethershock—Estinien had been introduced to the disgusting horrors of aether syrup, and his brother had spent a solid two bells growling like a drake as he had kept otherwise silent vigil with Aymeric next to Synnove, grimacing with every tentative sip—Synnove was by far the worst off on that front. Her cheeks were sunken, her skin tight across her bones; any time the Warriors of Light were called to duty, Synnove dropped weight, the demands of her magic eating her body’s reserves, and the Scions had careened from the towers to Garlemald to Ultima Thule in mere moons, with Synnove (as well as the other mages) becoming almost frightfully lean before their journey to the stars. Now his lady was skeletal, and per the healers, her internal organs were badly damaged, particularly her kidneys and liver.

It took Aymeric two days to notice the arcanima sleeve tattoos were gone, and he stared, gaping, until Alisaie arrived.

“It was all the healing,” she said quietly, taking the brush from the bedside table to begin tending to Synnove’s now-brittle hair. “We had to practically shove aether into her and her body just gobbled it up, trying to keep itself functioning. At one point it was like a floodwater, so much magic at once it spilled over, pushed the ink right out of her skin. On her back, too, we had an awful fright when the colors seeped out onto the floor.”

“N’dhovaka is going to be furious,” Aymeric muttered, thinking of the Sun Seeker matron who had done all of Synnove’s tattoo work.

Alisaie snorted a laugh. “Synnove told me she had been wondering about some sort of alteration to the sleeves, refine the arrays. Suppose this is as good an opportunity as any.”

They both spoke in whens, not ifs, as if to do otherwise would invite ill fortune.

For now, all they could do for Synnove was keep getting aether syrup into her, trying to get her ravaged internal reserves to some sort of equilibrium, with healing sessions where the healers guided her own energies to focus on maintaining her brain and heart and lungs. Aymeric listened with trepidation as Tyrngeim and Healingway explained to him on the fifth day what they hoped to do once Synnove was stable enough that they could perform surgery.

“Her left kidney is completely shot,” the Master Healer said. “Now, an adult hyur can live with only one kidney, but given the state of her right kidney, she’s looking at potential failure in the future.”

“Fury preserve me,” he said, dropping his head into hands and pulling at his hair.

“Her best chance is essentially to perform a transplant surgery,” Healingway said succinctly, her small arms crossed. “There’s Allagan tech us loporrits have salvaged, plus what the Eorzean Alliance and Sharlayans have recovered over the years and studied, and there’s some genuinely useful medical uses for their cloning technology. Fuckers used it for some disgusting things—”

“—but my colleagues have had success with using it to grow new organs for badly injured individuals,” Tyrngeim interrupted before Healingway could get going. “Normally organ growth on the scale we need takes moons to ensure everything is viable with the power restraints we operate under—the original Allagan machines had power requirements we won’t be able to match for a couple generations as we reverse-engineer everything—but Healingway thinks since there is some healthy tissue remaining, we can use it as a base and jumpstart the process with loporrit creation magic. And since it’s Synnove’s own flesh, her body won’t reject it.”

“The liver won’t take much,” Healingway said. “Absolutely wonderful organ, the liver, it’s perfectly capable of regenerating itself over a period of time, but Synnove’s is at the point it’ll need some help. And far easier than the lung transplants we’re going to have to do for Alakhai. Honestly, I think the only reason we even have a chance right now is that there seems to be dynamis still lingering around all four of them, though even my tools are shite at judging how much. We’re going to have to do all the gross organ stuff right at their bedsides to harness it, we are literally fueling all this shite with high octane hope.”

Aymeric could not even begin to parse through what the two healers were discussing and the implications of it all. He rubbed his face tiredly and said, “Whatever it is you need me to sign, I’ll do it,” he said. “Whatever it takes to see her through.”

He still didn’t know if Synnove was better off than Alakhai and Heron, their bodies so badly wounded that the healers were still struggling to align bones and fish out stray shards and make sure the right pieces of meat were sewn together. It likely wasn’t wise to compare. It would take a long, long time for any of them to be back at full strength.

“This is going to be moons of recovery, once they’re out of danger,” Y’shtola said at the end of the first sennight, gathered with all the Scions, Aymeric, Rereha’s father, Heron’s mother, and a Lominsan in green by the name of V’kebbe, newly arrived that morning and “representing Alakhai’s family among the Upright, if you please.” They were huddled in the empty room in the same wing that their four family members were being kept that had become the communal space for them. A spread of coffee and juice and sandwiches from the Last Stand was laid out on the center table that they half-heartedly picked at.

Krile cleared her throat, and Y’shtola scowled, ears pinned flat to her head even as she obediently lifted her bottle of aether syrup and took a sip of the concoction.

“We do not ask any of ye to merely return to thy homes and await whatever sporadic crumb of news we can provide,” Urianger said. The other elezen was the most dressed down Aymeric had ever seen him, in soft pants and a thick sweater and knit fingerless gloves on his hand; his own aethershock lingered now in a persistent chill. “But ye will need to make the necessary plans if ye intend to stay in Sharlayan for long.”

“Considering the poor luck many of us have in multiple responsibilities, we’ll need to switch off as needed,” Rerenasu sighed. “As a note, Shushuha and I will cover all transport costs for everyone, airship and teleportation, and please do not argue with me about this, Opal.” Heron’s mother, Radiant Opal, rolled her eyes. “Ser Aymeric, no doubt Angharad will try to do the same, tell her she can argue with Shushu about it until they’re both blue in the face. Miss V’kebbe—”

The miqo’te rogue snorted. “Like Jacke’ll complain about one less thing t’ worry about with our coffers,” she said. “And thank you.”

“We’ve already got rooms set aside for everyone in the Baldesion Annex,” Krile said. “And no doubt Ameliance will do her best to send lunches for us all, no matter the time of day.”

Thancred sighed heavily and slouched in his chair. “Consider this the official first meeting of the Warriors of Light Family Support Group,” he snarked, ducking the swipe Alphinaud took at him and shifting to avoid the pinch from Alisaie.

“Likely not the last,” Alphinaud said with a sigh. But then he smiled, faint and hopeful. “But so far the signs are pointing to a positive outcome, and we must needs contain to have faith in our friends and the healers alike.”

It was the end of the third sennight, and Aymeric was startled awake by a hissing noise. He had fallen asleep in the chair next to Synnove, her limp hand gently grasped in his own, and now he snapped his eyes open, searching for the danger—

“—stupid fucking stubborn gods-be-damned older sisters I swear to Hydaelyn I will beat you bloody—”

That was the familiar tirade of a certain loporrit trauma specialist. Aymeric turned his head, and he stared.

Dancing Heron grinned back at him. She had huge bags under her eyes, and her skin hung lank on her frame, and she was slouching, one arm gingerly cradling her stomach, but it was Heron.

“Heron, what in the name of—” he gasped, scrambling to standing. “You came out of your third surgery yesterday, you’re supposed to be in a bloody coma—” He gently wrapped his lady’s elder sister in a hug, and she hugged him back with one arm.

Healingway raged at their feet. “This fucking stupid two-legger threw off the most potent cocktail of drugs I have ever had to mix and two layers of spellcraft because she had to check on her sisters. For fuck’s sake.”

“I was tired of sleeping,” Heron said mildly.

Healingway spat a curse that had Aymeric’s inner soldier blushing.

“Alakhai gave me a thumbs up,” Heron said as he drew back and pulled over a chair for her. “Then she dropped back to sleep. Rereha stole her mom’s knitting and is doing a cat’s cradle to test her range of motion in her fingers.”

Aymeric laughed as he helped ease the Hellsguard down onto the chair, the only reaction he had in his disbelief. Not even a few days ago, Kan-E-Senna had been fretting about the extent of any paralysis for Rereha, as she was still being kept in a coma, and Alakhai had had her own second surgery earlier today to begin fixing the disaster that was her torso.

“And it looks like Synnove’s doing better, too,” Heron rasped, a grin on her face as Healingway pulled out that strange scanning device of hers to go over the Hellsguard.

He turned, puzzled—and stared.

On Synnove’s other side, her aetheric glow dimmed to converse as much aether as possible, was Galette, tucked under her mama’s arm with her chin on Synnove’s shoulder. The carbuncle was nearly transparent, but she was there. And for the first time in three sennights, Synnove’s breathing was slow and deep, rather than the reedy wheeze that haunted Aymeric’s dreams, her chest rising and falling in steady beats with Galette in tandem.

The best, surest sign that her aether had finally begun to stabilize.

Aymeric collapsed into his chair, put his head on his lady’s shoulder even as he gripped her hand anew, and wept. In her sleep, Synnove’s hand twitched, and gripped back.

(On the tree outside the window, a bluebird began to sing.)

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yzeltia · 10 months

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Wolgraha Week

Day 1: First Kiss Characters: Krile Baldesion, Keith Summers, G'raha Tia, U'rahn Nuhn Rating: Teen Notes: N/A

"Are you going to be a layabout or are you going to help me sort out these tomes!?"

G'raha jumped as Krile woke him with her scolding, nearly toppling his ink well on his desk. Adeptly seizing it, he hastily corked the vile then looked to his dear friend as she gestured to the thicker books too large for her hands.

"Apologies. I find myself needing a bit more rest than I'd like to admit as of late. Though I am feeling more myself…with distance."

"Let's not pretend you have not always enjoyed a little catnap now and then. Though, I am glad you are starting to get over your breakup."

G'raha's ears flipped back, "I have certainly not enjoyed anything of the sort. One accidental snore in a lecture and I hear of it well into my adult years! And…"

The Scion trailed, ears twitching then lowering as he thought of Y'zel. "I'm not sure if you could call it a break up when we were not brought together by choice. The initial attraction was there, I believe that at least was mutual…but everything after finding the first page of that damn book was all magick. It's been more like coming out of one of those realistic dreams where you have to convince yourself it did not actually happen. Maybe if things had been different…but perhaps not…Even enthralled as I was, my feelings for U'rahn and Jannie bled through as they were more real, though remain ever unrequited."

Krile frowned, "Perhaps you should talk to Thancred. He knows well of the hardships of your actions not being your own."

"It was not as if someone else was crawling around in my skin. I cannot open wounds because I lost my senses due to a well intentioned spell. It doesn't -"

G'raha stopped as the doors to their office swung open with a Hyur holding several brown bags came striding in. Krile smiled, turning from the Midlander to her friend. "It seems our lunch has arrived just in time. I'm sure it'll lift your spirits. Oh, have you two met?"

G'raha shook his head while the Hyur beamed at him and set the bags down, his emerald eyes meeting the Miqo'te's ruby ones for a brief moment.

"I can't say I've had the occasion," G'raha answered.

"Well then, this is Keith Summers. He was the one who assisted me in Eureka. Keith, this is G'raha Tia, a long time friend and fellow Scion."

Keith smiled then held out his hand to shake with G'raha's. "I didn't do more than run about collecting readings and repair a few aetherytes. And I guess bested some weapons and a big magic sphere thing."

The Scion shook the other's hand while Krile laughed, "Yes, Keith was indispensable in learning the secrets of Eureka."

Keith chuckled then started to break down the bags of food for the two while they went to work sorting the tomes and getting them away from their eating space. When finished, G'raha found himself in front of his favourite hamburger. Eager, he took a bite before flicking his ears up high.

"This is from The Last Stand? They've really outdone themselves this time."

"Oh no. Keith uses the kitchens here in the Annex. Made to order," Krile sang as she sliced off a piece of her turkey leg to cut into bite size pieces."

"It's true. Speaking of which, I really should go clean up. I'll come back for the dishes later and to help you shelve things," Keith called out as he made his leave.

G'raha swallowed before taking another enthusiastic bite into his burger. Finding Krile staring at him, he flicked his ear. "Is something a matter?"

"What do you think?"

"I've no earthly idea. That is why I'm inquiring."

"I meant of Keith."

"An exquisite chef. I might gain another ilm in my belt if you plan on keeping him around."

"Oh. Darn. I was hoping for a better reaction than that," Krile sighed.

"How do you mean?"

"Well, he's a rising hero and a gormond. And handsome. I figured I'd get a little more out of you than that Raha."

The Miqo'te felt his face twinge red as Krile grinned at him, "Don't tell me you took him on as a means to set us up!"

"You do need to get over the Warriors of Light and that whole business with Y'zel. At the very least he can entertain you. He's quite charming though our Archon 's sister says he's quite dense. What was the word Shtola used…a himbo?"

"Krile!"

"Well! It is true."

G'raha shook his head. "I am in no need of a matchmaker! I…I…"

"At the very least, take him with you on your outing to Mor Dohna. He's good at taking orders and has the Echo. I really do insist."

"Well…at the very least I can get a food meal or two out of him," G'raha sighed.

-One Aglia Later-

"Did you see me!? I traded blows with the Destroyer himself!? No one at home will ever believe me. And I won!"

G'raha laughed, watching the sweat drenched Hyur bounce with each step. Keith had proven to be quite the asset on his delve into the myths of the realm. Smiling, he watched as Keith bounced ahead, exchanging punches with U'rahn ahead of him. As G'raha trailed behind he swallowed a bit, finding himself staring at Keith instead of U'rahn. Though their together time short, he couldn't help but feel a gravitation to him. Keith treated every outing like an adventure and wanted G'raha there to shine with him as equals. Krile, he felt, found him the perfect catch. If only the idiot could see how he felt.

As G'raha sighed, U'rahn tucked back, putting his arm around his shoulder, "Hey Hey. You like that guy don't cha? You're giving him the same googly eyes you give me and Jannie. Want me to say somethin'? I can be your wingman!"

"No need, Rrrahn. It is just a passing crush."

"That's what you said about me and Jannie but you're still totally into me rrright," U'rahn teased.

"Less and less with each passing day," G'raha mumbled before pausing as Keith turned, locked eyes with him, then grinned as he flexed an arm.

The Miqo'te let out a whine, covering his face as he said, "Thal take you Krrriel!"

-A Night Later, Old Sharlayan-

G'raha yawned as he padded out onto his balcony, stretching in his pajamas as he briefly took in the night air. His ears perked as he caught the sound of a light snore. Turning toward the sound, he found Keith in his smalls, dozed off in a garden chair on their connected patio. Blushing, the Miqo'te reached out then gently gave Keith a little shake, finding his body to be warm to the touch.

"Keith. Please rouse. It's far too cold to be sitting out like this."

"Huh? Wha? Raha," Keith asked, eyes lazily opening back up.

G'raha covered the bottom of his mouth as his cheeks burned with embarrassment, watching the Hyur move to stand upright.

"I do not rrrecall me asking you to remove the tribe honorific from my name," G'raha said under his palm.

"Oh. Sorry. That's how Krile refers to you so I thought it might be okay."

"It is something one does when they are close with one another. Like family or very close friends."

"Ah. Apologies," Keith sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"It's fine. I suppose it is not something you'd know unless you were around Seekers frequently. Ah, is there a particular reason you are in your smalls out here?"

Keith looked down, "Oh. I didn't really think anyone could see over here and I sort of forgot our rooms were connected. I run kinda hot so I came out here to cool off before bed. I'll be uh, in lounge pants next time."

"You are fine as you are…In that it does not bother me if you feel comfortable as such. A passing currrioosity and this is mostly a private space.”

Keith chuckled a bit then gave a little nod, his own cheeks turning red

. “If you’re sure. I’ve been told I have no sense of modesty. And, well…I’m not good at this sort of thing but you seem to kind of look at me like you look at one of my hamburgers. I just don't wanna make you needlessly uncomfortable given we’re working so close together. Going on all our little adventures has been really great, even though it’s frequently Krile’s errands. And, well, I enjoy you looking at me…when we’re out doing stuff…And…I’m really not good at this sort of thing, really…And Pops said I that someone could write it on their face and I wouldn’t be able to tell…not my dad, he’s this Garelean guy…What I’m trying to get at is that I think you might…y’know…and if you did then well…I…uh-”

G’raha silenced the babbling Hyur, practically jumping into the other’s arms as he pressed his lips to the other’s His tail flipped high as Keith moved his hands down his back, a hand resting just under his raised appendage. His hands raked through the Ala Mhigan’s brown hair as his tongue clumsily pushed past his lips.

“G’raha…w-wait,” Keith panted after breaking the kiss, bumping their foreheads together.

“No G. It’s okay. No G anymore.”

Keith swallowed then moved the other against the wall, “Raha…I uh…this is the first time for me really. Where I understand…”

“First? Scholar…surely not…”

“Well, when I was little there was a girl that fancied me and she stole a kiss and then punched me when I started to cry. I kinda liked her too but it shocked me. More of a peck really- And well…”

G’raha huffed then kissed the Hyur again to pull his focus back. “It’s okay. I’ll teach you…”

The Miqo’te drew back in, letting Keith close the distance in his own time. It was slow to start, small pecks before G’raha teased the other’s lips open. The Hyur shivered then allowed their muscles to great, shaking as they tangled together. Feeling Keith stir under him, G’raha broke their embrace and opted to hug onto him, kissing on his ear.

“Ah, Raha…I’m…”

“I know. Me too,” G’raha cooed, hugging onto the man tighter so he could feel he’d risen in turn, “While, I do not mind instructing you in the future…Given the newness of all this, perhaps we should go to bed and talk more soberly in the morning?”

“To bed…by morning I think we’d be in the same position. Though I’m used to ignoring it…”

G’raha whined then slipped free of Keith’s arms, ears lowering as he gave the other an amused grin, “I meant to our own rooms. Whatever, private reflecting we might do on our own might best be left to the imagination for now.”

The Miqo’te watched as Keith swallowed, then let his eyes drift downward before letting his eyes quickly flit away as he headed back toward the room.

“W-wait!”

G’raha’s ears perked as he found the other turning him, his fingers gently brushing under his chin to tilt his attention toward him. Keith kissed him once more, softly, lovingly.

“Goodnight….Raha.”

The Miqo’te flushed then reached out, taking his Hyur’s hand in his own before leading him into his room.

“Raha?!”

“Just to sleep together…Nothing morrre.”

#krile baldesion #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #ffxiv oc #ffxiv miqo'te #ff xiv #u'rahn nuhn #wolgraha #wolgrahaweek2023 #g'raha tia #wol x g'raha tia #keith summers

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ainyan · 1 year

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WIP - Crying

“Oh please come out!” The soft call caught Thancred’s attention as he strode through the market in Revenant’s Toll - more for the soft, sweetly feminine voice than the content. Curious, he altered his path, winding through the stalls until he found a slim young hyuran woman crouched outside of a cluttered ally. From behind piles of boxes and crates, he could hear the sound of heartbroken weeping. Something nagged at him, tugging him closer.

The woman glanced up as he neared and he lifted his chin so that she could see the tattoos to either side of his throat. In most places, that would mean nothing, but here in Revenant’s Toll there were few who did not recognize the brands of an Archon and realize that he must be one of the Scions. “Oh sir,” she said, pushing herself up and shaking out her skirts, “there is someone back there but they refuse to come out.”

The sobs hesitated, and a thin, breathy voice could barely be heard over the bustle of the crowd behind them going about their daily market. “Pray, go away. I have no need of nor do I deserve your pity.”

Thancred froze. “Please heed her,” he said, his voice low and calm. “I will handle this.” As the woman hesitated, he smiled. “I know her; she is one of ours. Pray, leave her to me, and go with my thanks and the thanks of the Scions.”

The woman glanced back as the weeping began again, then gave him an unsteady bow. “Thank you, milord,” she replied uncertainly, and as she strode off, she paused several times to look back - but she was already gone from his thoughts, his attention turned to the pretty puzzle of the packed passageway - and of the woman tucked within, weeping as though her heart were shattering to pieces.

He stepped closer, studying the alley, the boxes and crates - and the rooftops of the buildings which bordered the narrow passthrough. Glancing over his shoulder to make certain no one was watching, he bent his knees, then leapt up to the lower of the two roofs, crossing quickly to the point where the alley opened up once more. Glancing down, he could just make out the small form tucked into the shadow of the crates. Without a sound, he dropped down, landing softly in a crouch only a few fulms from that weeping woman.

She looked up as he remained kneeling, and he caught the glow of her lavender-edged eyes. “Leave me be,” she protested, even as he shuffled up to her and dropped down to sit at her side. “Can I not have a moment’s peace?”

Ignoring her protests, he stretched out an arm, wrapping it around her shoulders. “Not when you’re weeping as if your heart has broken,” he replied, his voice barely a murmur. “What is it? What has happened?”

She pushed ineffectually at him - then abruptly leaned in, burying her face against his shoulder. He turned in, stroking his hand down her back as she began to weep again, her sobs muffled against the soft linen of his shirt. He held her, reflecting that this was not the first time he’d held a weeping girl - Minfilia had been known to lean on him for comfort, and had more once wept upon his shoulder as the burden of her fate had overwhelmed her.

Never had he imagined that she would, however. Never had he met any in all his years as steadfast of heart and mind as she, so certain of her course, of her charge. Of her fate. With that certitude had come a fortitude of will, and when lesser beings would have broken beneath the burden she bore, she stood, if not tall, then resolute.

She was anything but adamant now; the sorrow and pain in her weeping bespoke a spirit strained beyond its breaking part, of shoulders bowed beneath a grief that spanned the known world. The sound of her tears brought his own perilously close to the fore; if she was weeping fit to break, he could only imagine what dire event had occurred. Who had died, he wondered? Who had died, or who had turned, or what catastrophe would have runners sprinting on their fastest chocobos to bring news to them even at this moment?

Grateful for the crates and boxes blocking any view of them, he leaned in, wrapping himself around her, and simply held her while she cried, offering nothing but absolute support. And she took it, leaning into him in turn, her arms abruptly flinging about his neck as she shifted in his arms, pulling herself more firmly into his embrace. He could feel her face pressing into his throat, feel the dampness of her tears as they soaked into his skin.

He had no idea how long they sat there; the sun had moved visibly across the sky - not enough for hours, but far longer than he’d have thought possible before she’d managed to cry herself out, sniffling into his throat. He felt her still in his embrace, holding fast, before she slowly untangled herself, dropping her arms away and settling back on her knees.

When she lifted her face to his, he saw little evidence from her storm of weeping; tear-tracks tracing across her befreckled indigo skin, a faint reddening of her eyes - but no swollen lids, no begrimed face. “As if you don’t already excite enough envy,” he murmured, and she blinked at him, “you even cry pretty.”

As he’d hoped, his words evoked a teary chuckle, then she sighed, sitting back on her heels. “Ah, Thancred, thank you - though I wish you’d never seen that, I must thank you for letting me soak your shirt.” She glanced towards his shoulder, and he touched the damp spot on the soft linen.

“What, this? It’s a damn sight cleaner than what I usually end up splattered with. Think nothing of it, my friend.” He ducked his head as she dropped her eyes. “Will you speak of it now?”

Biting her lip, she turned her face from his. “Nothing. Me being foolish. Emotional. Think nothing of it,” she echoed him, but when she would have risen from her crouch, he reached out and placed a staying hand on her arm, arresting her in place.

His visible eye was concerned. “Kal'istae, nothing about you is foolish or emotional. I would not be surprised if this is the first time you’ve cried since the moment I found you in Ul’dah all those years ago. I understand, you are a paragon among women, a warrior of warriors - but you are still mortal.”

She bit her lip, dark eyes flickering up to his. “I’ve cried before,” she protested softly, and at his skeptical expression, she huffed out a humorless laugh. “I cried once in Ishgard.”

Ishgard. No doubt she was referring to the fall of Haurchefant, and he felt a twinge in his breast at having brought that memory to mind. A tragedy of epic proportions, albeit a personal one, rather than the grand world-shaking disasters she faced with such aplomb. “And this time, my friend?” he asked gently.

She shook her head, scrubbing at her cheek. “I keep seeing the cage in my sleep.” At his soft sound of inquiry, she elaborated. “The one that… that Papalymo made. And if I’m not seeing that, then I’m seeing stars. Such cold, uncaring stars.”

Her gaze returned to his, and in it he could see an echo of memory. No. An Echo of memory. “Ah, gods,” he murmured, his heart aching at the thought. “The Antetower, and the aetherial sea.”

At the compassion in his voice, her lips trembled anew. “I promised you I’d bring her home.”

“Kal'istae,” he breathed, reaching out to cup her cheek as the tears began anew. “It was not your fault. You did everything possible - and even some of the impossible.”

A faint keening sounded from her throat. “I let you down, I let you all down…”

Before she could dart, he snatched out, pulling her to him, and she gasped out a breath before succumbing to tears once more. It was not only, he knew, the death of Papalymo, who had given all he was to save them all. It was not only, he knew, the pain of leaving Minfilia to her fate, in defiance of her promises. It was the deaths of thousands like them - thousands that she could not save, whose deaths did not serve a greater purpose. Those pointlessly sacrificed in a war not of their choosing. The weight of the world rested upon the shoulders of the single Warrior of Light; many would say the sacrifice of the few that the many could live free was a small price to pay.

Thancred knew that Kal'istae would prefer she be the only one to ever pay the price. He knew that she would pay with the coin of her life in an instant if it would ensure that peace reigned supreme over Hydaelyn.

His stomach twisted at the thought and he held her tightly, even as she clutched at him, her sobs helpless, hopeless. “Kali, Kali,” he whispered, soothing her, “ah, my friend.” But he did not tell her to stop crying. He did not waste his breath on false reassurances or empty platitudes. Instead, he just held her. Stroked her. Supported her. And as once more her tears tapered off, he felt her grow heavy and limp in his arms and realized she’d cried herself to sleep.

Well wasn’t this a quandary? Not that he couldn’t easily carry her - she took up little space and weighed even less. But she was very easily recognizable, and the sight of her in his arms - even asleep - would spark a panic. But there was no way he was leaving her here.

Ultimately, he set her gently on the ground and stripped off his waistcoat, then wrapped her in it. He slid his daggers into his belt and carried her as if she were a parcel. A very precious parcel. There were few he could have done this with, but as tiny as she was, she fit easily within his coat when curled up; not even a tip of horn or tail peeked out. There were some tricky moments actually getting her out of the alley - but he was Thancred. He managed.

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Once he was safely inside the Rising Stones, he set her on a table as the other Scions watched curiously and gently unwrapped her. “By the gods! What happened?” Predictably, it was Alisaie’s voice that rang out, and the rogue was fairly certain she’d used some red mage ability to get to his side almost instantly.

Before she could reach out to grab Kal'istae, Thancred’s hand shot out, closing about her wrist in an iron grip. “She’s exhausted herself out,” he whispered, hoping she’d take her cue from him. She sent him an irritated look, but settled even as Y’shtola and Krile joined them.

“She’s been crying,” remarked the sorceress, frowning. “Is she injured?”

Even as Thancred shook his head, Krile answered. “No, she is whole of body. But her aether… Y’shtola, do you see it?”

The white-furred miqo’te sighed as she reached out to touch Kal'istae’s cheek, sending Thancred an irritated glance when he made a noise of protest. “Stop being a mother hen,” she muttered at him. “I see it. She has, as is her wont, been pushing herself too hard, too close to breaking. What set her over, do you know?”

He gazed down at her where she nestled into his waistcoat; somehow, she’d managed to drag one of the tails into her grip while they had been talking and rested her cheek upon it as she lay curled up. “She has been dreaming of Papalymo and Minfilia. True dreaming,” he added, his voice dropping almost too low for them to hear. “Echo dreams.”

“Ah, gods,” Alisaie breathed. “That would do it. Well, no point in leaving her here for everyone to gawk. Could you carry her into the infirmary, at least?”

Thancred had already moved to gather her up, coat and all, adjusting her so that her head rested against his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck. “Not her room?”

“No,” answered Y’shtola as she led them into the Respite. “I want to keep an eye on her. I mislike the fluctuations I am seeing in her aether; I have a feeling she has been working herself to exhaustion to avoid just what ended up happening. The longer this drags on,” she added as she turned down the covers on the first bed they reached, “the more often such occurrences will be, as the strain of her burden to Hydaelyn drags her self-recriminations to the surface.”

Thancred laid her gently on the bed and went to tug his coat free, only to find her curled around it. He blinked, surprised, then shrugged. He was hardly interested in arguing with whatever brought her comfort - and the gods knew he, too, enjoyed the smell of good leather. He simply pulled up the covers over her and tucked them about her.

As Y’shtola settled into a nearby chair, Thancred raised an eyebrow. “Which books would you like me to bring you?” he asked softly, and she smiled at him, listing off several of the ones she’d been studying as they sought a way to deal with the primal in Papalymo’s cage. “At once, milady.”

As the miqo’te watched him walk off, she pursed her lips, then glanced towards the sleeping Au Ra, watching as Kal'istae snuggled into the forest-hued waistcoat clasped possessively in her arms. “Isn’t this an interesting development?” she mused, then settled back to await her books and watch over her sleeping charge.

#ffxiv #wol x thancred #wolcred #thancred waters #y'shtola rhul #alisaie leveilleur #krile baldesion #heavensward spoilers #pre-4.0 #kal'istae miurani #ffxiv fanfiction

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littlelordalphinaud · 1 year

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Suna's Relationship with the Scions as of 6.3

Alphinaud - They crossed the line into romance at the end of 6.0 and visiting him in 6.3 was wonderful for both of them. Suna loves him so much!

Alisaie - Suna is still wary of Alisaie, even after all this time. Alisaie's tendency towards emotional outbursts puts Suna on edge. But they're inching ever closer to friends every time they talk, with Suna starting to heal from her trauma, and Alisaie slowly adjusting some of her behaviour.

Y'shtola - Best friends. They've been that way since Heavensward. Y'shtola is currently the one helping Suna stay the hell away from Zero to avoid dangerous pattern repetition, and Suna knows she's always got a safe port in the storm as long as Y'shtola is around.

G'raha - Much like Alisaie, Suna finds Graha's tendency towards big emotions to be frightening. Unlike Alisaie, she's not yet ready to take steps towards friendship with him. They're work colleagues and that is good enough for Suna.

Thancred - Suna misses Thancred. He's been her biggest protector since the ARR patches, and being separated from him for so long has been difficult for her. She reaches out to him often, the two exchanging letters and the occasional hours long link pearl calls.

Urianger - Another person that Suna misses having around, although she does delight in seeing him with the Loporrits when he occasionally makes visits to Thavnair.

Krile - Suna has an odd, one sidedly strained relationship with Krile. She can't explain what the exact problem is, but something about Krile rubs her the wrong way. Mostly, Suna is polite but tries to keep their interactions purely work based.

Tataru - A good friend. Suna often takes the time to stop in and visit Tataru, bringing her Thavnairian treats or teas.

Estinien - Suna gets on well with Estinien. They often enjoy silences and food together. This is a newer friendship, but a strong one.

Bonus:

Varshahn - When he's in his smaller form, Suna is incredibly comfortable with Varshahn and loves to spend time with him. In his larger body, however, some of that comfort leaves and is replaced with anxiety. Logically she knows it's the same person but that does little to ease her. (However, she holds no such fear with his true dragon form and enjoys his company in that form as much as she does little Varshahn)

Zero - Suna is still very careful around Zero. Now she's aware of her own behaviour patterns, she can easily see that if she doesn't keep herself in check, she may fall into unhealthy behaviours with Zero. Zero hasn't noticed.

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celestialhighwind · 2 years

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wolgraha-week, day 1 : first kiss

Alright... as I have been a reblogger for a while now I finally got the courage to unleash my selfmade stuff into the wild. Please be aware that I am new to writing fanfics (or anything to be quite honest).

This is a story about my WoL, Rajian Koizumi. Have fun :)

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„So, what did you do for fun…?“ Alisae asked. It was Saturday evening and like every Saturday evening for the past weeks Alisae, Y’shtola, Susumi, Krile, Thancred, G’raha, and Rajian were having a story night. Normally Alphinaud and Tataru would join as well but they could not make it this time. Something about upgrading Alphinauds wardrobe… Todays theme seemed to have just been decided on „activities with little money“ as Alisae asked about Rajian’s childhood at the orphanage.

„We would make do with whatever we would find. Sticks are excellent swords, leaves make a great hideout but nothing beats the ability to climb a tree when you play hide-and-seek!“ Rajian laughed at the memory of how Narakami had searched for her for hours back in the days and never looked up. „When the weather was bad we would play with household items like tying the sheets together to make a skipping rope or selling the pots to each other for chestnuts. Sometimes we would also gather in the living room and one of those that could read would tell the stories of our three books. Or we would play games like spin the bottle.“ – „Spin the bottle?“ Alisae asked „I heard of that but never tried it. Don’t you have to kiss the one the bottle points at?!“ – „Kissing?! What does that have to do with spinning a bottle?“ Susumi was severely confused. „I don’t know anything about that“ Rajian clarified, „we played it with a bowl where everyone would put ideas in at the start oft he game and if you were the one the bottle points at, you would have to draw one.“ – „That sounds like a way more fun way to play the game“, Krile was excited, „Let’s play it that way!“

And so they did. Rajian fetched her hat from the hall stand and everyone began to scribble. Soon the hat was overflowing with ideas though Thancred seemed to be the one who’s ideas everyone was most anxious about. „Alright, time for the first spin! Rajian, I believe the honor is yours!“ Susumi said and handed Rajian a bottle she had found in a box on the ground which luckily seemed to have contained water before. With a deep breath Rajian placed the bottle in the middle of their circle and spun it.

It turned round for round and finally came to a halt pointing towards Y’shtola. She reached inside the hat and read the first task of the evening: ‚Tell us about your most embarrassing experience with cooking‘. „Cooking?!“ Y’shtola frowned. A long silence followed. „Well…“ she began slowly „you know… I don’t really cook…“ Another long silence. Everyone was shocked. „What do you mean, you don’t cook‘?! I thought there was nothing you didn’t know about?!“ Susumi was the first to break the silence. Now it was Y’shtola that was surprised „I just never got any fun out of it so I avoided it whenever it was possible. But yeah, to get back to the original question, I guess it was when I burned the popotos.“ Silence again. Everyone stared at Y’shtola trying to process the information that usually being a genius she apparently cooked popotos long enough for the water to vaporize entirely.

The evening continued with Krile presenting an improvised dance for „Pa-paya“, Susumi reading a book out loud while Alisae and Rajian tried to tickle her (they were moderately successful) and Thancred presenting a perfect handstand on one hand. As everyone was laughing while Alisae tried to balance a book on her head Rajian leaned towards Thancred „whats up, ‘Red? Your smirk has deepened with every piece of paper drawn.“ – „Ah, I am just looking forward to the ones I wrote to be drawn…“ No matter how much Rajian asked he would not clarify though.

However her curiosity should be satisfied soon enough as the next bottle would point towards her and she knew immediately after reading her task that it was one of Thancred’s. ‚Kiss the person to your left.‘ �� „So?“ Alisae asked, „what’s it say?!“ Rajian had not read it out loud. She looked to her left where G’raha sat, looking at her with idle curiosity then to her right where Thancred looked as if he’d guessed what she’d drawn. „I… it… well…“ Rajian mumbled, her ears red as the carpet. „It says to… well… kiss the person to my left…“ She hid behind the small piece of paper. „What? Why are you mumbling?!“, Y‘shtola asked, who sat farthest from Rajian. „KISSING?!“ Susumi was as bright red as Rajian. „Nobody said, those tasks would not be allowed“ Thancred surely was enjoying the mess he created. „Well, if you feel… like… uncomfortable about it because it is me… I mean, that would be fine… we can skip that one…“ was the first thing, G’raha said to all of this while being as bright red as most of the present people and nervously fidgeting with his hands. „What?! No, that is not it! I would like to… I mean, I don’t care that… I mean… it is fine… I…“ Rajian was desperatly trying to find words to not tell everyone how she felt while also diffuse G’raha’s insecurity. Gods, what a challenging task, fighting primals was a piece of cake compared to that. „Well… if it’s like that then I don’t mind as well… I mean, it would be… nice…“ G’raha stated. Everyone was closely watching as both Rajian and G’raha turned dark red again. As it was her task, Rajian was the one to make the first step. She took a deep breath and leaned in for the kiss. It was not her first kiss but surely the one she was most nervous about. Not only because of the five other people watching but also because she never cared so much about somebody she had kissed as she cared about G’raha. It was a fraught kiss at first but as soon as their lips met both seemed to relax a bit. Rajian would have almost forgotten about their spectators. A long silence filled the room until Alisae let out a nervous chuckle „well, guys, I think that is enough…“. Rajian and G’raha darted away from each other. Rajian hastely took the bottle to spin it again. „Yeah, right, ah, up to the next person…“ But there was definetly a proud grin on Thancred’s face that would not vanish for a few days.

#ffxiv #wolgraha #wol x g'raha tia #rajian koizumi #g'raha tia #susumi koizumi #thancred waters #alisae leveilleur #y'shtola rhul #krile mayer baldesion #wolgrahaweek #wolgrahaweek2023

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The proposal

Maybe I'm not really good at this, English is not even my first language, I’m not capable to describe scenes, my vocabulary is quite poor and is also the first time I wrote a story in my non-native language. Still, I hope you readers will like it, and appreciate my efforts and, especially, my story.

Just a little bit of background.

My wol's name is Mackenzie, he is 27 years old and he started to traveling alone at the age of 17. He is for 3/4 hyur and for 1/4 miqo'te. His physical appereance is more similar to a hyur, whilst his behavior is totally of a miqo'te. His mother’s name is M'eva and his father’s is M'avrick. He has 3 simblings: M'illa (almost 4), M'raly (16) and M'ishan (18).

From time to time, when he is under heavy stress - or actually when he wants it - he may change his physical appearance: the pupils of his eyes became thinner and vertical, he sprouts the tail and his ears transforms into that of a miqo’te. Fortunately most of the time he is sufficiently able to control his transformation, and this is why only his family and his closest friends know about this.

His Miqo'te name is M'kenzie.

In the past he had a troubled relationship with G'raha, but after the events of Ultima Thule, they are now an actual couple.

Have a good reading.

G'raha entered the Rising Stones with low ears and fidgeting nervously. Tataru couldn't help but smile the moment she saw him. "G'raha!" She said running towards him.

"Hello Tataru, are you free? May I ask you for a favour?"

"Well, straight to the point!"

"I apologize, I... really need help for a very important matter."

Estinien was in a corner of the room, leaning against the wall doing absolutely nothing. "Don't ask favours to Mistress Tataru, you'll regret it."

"Sir Estinien: hush. Please, G’raha, go on."

"Right, thank you. Are you perchance in contact with a good jeweler?"

"Oh, I'm in contact with more than one. For example, there's a friend of mine that works in Ralgr's Reach and that is also a good enchanter. I can ask him to make you whatever you need."

Estinien made the error to interrupt them again "Don't trust her, this will not ends well."

"Sir Estinien, if would you be so kind to LEAVE us alone." She said glaring at him. A shiver ran down his spine and the Dragoon rushed out of the room without looking back.

"So, where were we?" Said the lalafell smiling.

"Your friend in Ralgr's Reach. But, well, I'm not looking for something so complicated, I just need an artisan for a personal article."

"Alright, for this kind of items I know a merchant very furnished in Ishgard."

"Uhm, no. How can I put it, I need someone who can craft me something customized." Tataru stopped to think for a moment. "Oh, yes," she said with a glint in her eyes "I know a person in Limsa! She is a very good friend, and very brillant! An artist, to put it mildly! She can craft everything you want, but if you ask me, her masterpieces are rings, and–"

"Yes! Great!"

Tataru stared at him inquiringly "What are you plotting?"

"Me? Plotting? That's...absurd. Absolutely preposterous."

"For the twelve! You want to propose to Mackenzie!" said Tataru aloud.

"Shhh, there's no reason to let all Mor Dhona hear."

"You want to propose!" She repeated in a lower voice.

"Yes, that's the plan."

"Let me handle this!"

"Beg you pardon?" The miqo'te looked at her confused.

"It'll be great!"

"Are you sure? I didn't know you were an expert of... celebrations."

"I'm an expert of everything, little cat. Besides, I'm really good to make people says "yes"." She replied with a grim on her face.

"Well, you make a point. I don't know what to say except thank you. Ahem, I would much appreciate if this could remain just between you and me."

"Of course! Tell me, do you want some kind of incision inside the ring? Perhaps your names, or a phrase?"

"An incision, you said? I had not considered that. But, probably a phrase is more, uhm, romantic?"

"Hehehe, I think so. Well, I'll leave you a moment to think about it..."

"No need, I have it. Sort of."

"That was fast."

"Together across time and space" said G'raha blushing.

"’Tis really sweet.” she said with a big smile. “And for the shape?"

"I thought of something delicate, white gold with little light green gemstones intertwined in thin gold strings."

"A very good choice! I'll contact her at once and I’ll tell to realize a few designs. I'll keep you updated."

"Thank you again, Tataru."

"Everything for the future husband of my friend!"

G'raha started fidgeting again, red in the face matching the color of his eyes. After saluting her he made his way to the exit, but while he was leaving the hall he bumped violently into Mackenzie who was just opening the door. "Raha!" said concerned the warrior if light, putting instinctively his hands on his boyfriend’s hips. "Are you hurt?" G'raha grabbed Mackenzie's shirt, almost trumble for hitting him. He sank his head into his chest "Ah, I'm good, don't worry."

Mackenzie was tempted to hold him tight and drag him in the first free chamber of the Rising Stones, for too much time had passed since they have seen each other, but he refrained from doing so and simply rubbed gently his forehead on his.

"You know, I missed you a lot, kitten."

"I missed you too." Replied G'raha, swinging his tail "Are you sure you’ll manage to come back to Sharlyan today?"

"Yes, but I have something to do first, I'll be there for dinner."

"Very well."

"May I ask for a kiss before you leave?"

The miqo'te shaked his head without looking at him. "I missed your kisses tremendously, and I’m afraid we'd cause too much of a spectacle if I start to kiss you now." Mackenzie smiled and gave him a kiss on his cheek "I'll take this as an account, then." G'raha looked up into Mackenzie's eyes and smiled "I'll make sure to give everything you need tonight." he replied in a low soft voice. The warrior of light swallowed, his heart started to beat fast and he unwittingly made purr. After a brief hug G'raha walked away.

"That guy is always capable to fool me every time I let my guard down! Nevertheless, he is SO shy in public when it comes to us. But this is one of the thing I love so much of him. Also, it is kind of cute." Said Mackenzie to Tataru.

"And you like to tease him for this."

"Of course I do! And rest assured that he would pay for what he did just now!"

"Heheheh. In any event, ‘tis good to see you, Mackenzie. What brings you here?"

"I was just passing by, and thought it was nice to make you a visit. How things going?"

"Oh, you know, as usual. But I miss all of you, you should come more often! How's your family?"

"My parents and Illa left Sharlyan a couple of days ago, while Raly and Ishan decided to travel together for a while. But, seems that both are waiting for me in Sharlyan, they want to say goodbye before leaving."

"Illa is a really sweet little lady, how old is she?"

"Almost four, and she is already a troublemaker. But, you know, blood tells."

"And if I'm not wrong, she is infatuated of your boyfriend."

"As I said, blood tells." said Mackenzie smiling softly.

"Are you planning to stay some days?"

"Sadly no, I have "chores" waiting for me, and a really important thing to do. But, mayhap I could use your help with one of them?"

"I'm not going to do chores in your stead, Mackenzie."

"Not in that sense, I wouldn't never ask you something like this. Rather, do you know a good jeweler?"

"No way!"

"No way what?"

You're going to propose to G'raha!"

"What in the h–? How did you know?!"

"So is a yes. This is gonna be fun!"

"I hope it will be more romantic than fun, it'll be not a good sign if he does start laughing."

"Don't worry my friend, it'll be awesome! Let me handle this, I have the perfect person for you!"

"I have the bad feeling this is going somewhere... terrible."

"Not at all! Have I ever disappointed you?"

"No, I can't say you had."

"See? Tell me, do you have an idea about the design?"

"Not the faintest."

"May I suggest something in white gold?"

"It is certainly classy, I like it. "

"And with gemstones?"

"Oh, yes, but very small gemstones, embedded on the whole surface. Mostly blue, and two red. Ah, and this inscription inside: "Our promises will always connect us"."

"So much for not having an idea. In any case, this is even sweeter!"

"Sweeter than what?"

"Don't mind me, don't mind me! Alright, I'll bring your idea to my friend and I'll let you know as soon as I can."

"Thank you Tataru, I really appreciate it. And if you'll be so kind to not spread the word, yes?"

"My lips are sealed!"

Mackenzie smiled. "Well, I'll be more than happy to stay a little while here, but unfortunately ‘tis time to leave. Take care, and say goodbye to the others for me."

"Be safe on your journey!" She replied waving her hand.

Krile arrived from the infirmary just in time to say goodbye to Mackenzie from afar, then she approached Tataru smiling "So, Tataru, are they going to propose each other?"

"Eheheheh! Oh, I'd pay to see their faces!" Said the coinkeeper with a mischievous grin.

"10000 gil that Raha will propose first."

"I'll take the bet!" yelled suddenly Estinien from the solar.

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winterstorm032802 · 1 year

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Nora: Merry Starlight! *hugs Alphinaud from behind*

Alphinaud: Aha Merry Starlight my lady

Nora: *wraps her tail around Alphinaud* Tis the season for joy!

Y'Shtola: This will be fun

Thancred: *holding bags* We're here

Alisaie: What's with the bags?

Tataru: Urianger and Thancred are carrying the food I made, happy Starlight everyone!

Urianger: Tis true Mistress Tataru made plenty for us to enjoy

Nora: *gasps and let's go of Alphinaud to go to Tataru* Sweets?

Tataru: But of course!

Nora: *eyes sparkle* Tataru Taru have I spoke on how I adore you so?

Tataru: *blushes* Oh stop

Nora: *smiles*

Thancred: Where is the brooding Dragoon?

Estinien: *leaning against the wall* I've been here for five minutes

Nora: I didn't even notice him...

Estinien: Let us go on to celebrating already

G'raha Tia: Surely you weren't planning to without us?

Krile: Hello, hopefully we arrived on time

Tataru: Perfect timing

Krile, Tataru and G'raha enjoy a cup of hot chocolate as they talk. Estinien is eating the food. Thancred, Urianger and Y'Shtola are talking.

Nora: *content* I adore Starlight

Alphinaud: Indeed, tis festive

Alisaie: *behind Nora and Alphinaud* Seems I found two doves conversing

Nora: *turns to Alisaie* Oh? Where have you wandered off to?

Alisaie: Merely taking a winter stroll

Nora: What gifts do you propose we will receive?

Alphinaud: *looks in thought* I would enjoy a tea set, I've had my eyes on one

Alisaie: Out of everything you'd choose that?

Alphinaud: *nods*

Nora: I would love to enjoy a cup

Everyone receives gifts and talks in joy amongst each other

Krile: May we take a moment? We have one gift left

Tataru: This gift. Is for our Warrior of Light, it comes from the Scions and someone special

Nora: Hm?

Krile: Now where is she?

Meteion: *appears in light, holding a flower crown made of Elpis flowers*

Nora: *eyes shine* Oh...

Meteion: *drops it on Nora's head and chirps*

Nora: *tears up* I... I love it!

The flowers glow in numerous colors

Nora: *grins* Thank you all. Merry Starlight

#nora drividot #alphinaud leveilleur #alphinaud x wol #alphinaud x nora #alisaie leveilleur #y'shtola rhul #urianger augurelt #estinien wyrmblood #g'raha tia #krile mayer baldesion #tataru taru #meteion #merry starlight everyone

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mintibunny · 8 months

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FFXIV Write, Day 19: Weal

Thrillingway's Guide to Dating goes wrong. Minti's all tied up - in rope.

CW: Implied bondage, rope, kink, discovered in rope, body details

Excerpts from Thrillingway's Guide to Dating, Chapter 6: Ballroom Etiquette in the Bedroom:

If you're reading this portion of my guide to dating, congratulations to you and the special spark(s) in your life! You're on your way to a fulfilling, loving, and most importantly exciting part of your relationship. Before we go into how to make things last for a long, long time, we should talk about how to make things spicy now. In other words, eat dessert, then eat the main course. Or is it the other way around? My point is, get your enjoyment in while you can. Live fast, enjoy…fast.

We're going to cover some of my favorite activities to do with "friends" in this chapter. Remember to check with Keepingway for materials, and any available handy Warriors of Light, as needed!

5 fun things to do with Moon Slime:

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…you can expect to get one weal or more when handling rope. Refer to the above diagrams for proper binding/unbinding techniques, and - this is important - always have a partner to assist you. If you're by yourself, please make sure that you don't tie the rope tight enough that you can't get out. If everything goes poorly, and you're by yourself, follow these steps:

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"Minti, I'm back. How do you feel about dinne-"

The bag of sandwiches from The Last Stand fell out of Krile Baldesion's hands, spilling out on to the floor of her girlfriend's chambers. What was supposed to be Minti Chocolate's sandwich, a sliced hamza with cheese on a baguette, rolled right next to one of her flattened ears.

Somehow, Minti had used a fainting couch as a makeshift bench, upon which to lash herself with very colorful lengths of rope. Her hands and feet were bound together; her legs pressed up tight against the fabric; and her chest given, well, extra emphasis. There was also a small paperback book - more like a pamphlet - with a very satisfied looking loporrit on the cover, flopped on the floor near the viera's feet.

This is what she was working on all afternoon? Krile knew that it was important to clean up the mess, but her girlfriend was being very distracting at the moment.

(The Firebird) Say the line. Say the line!

"Krile! Hi. I would love to come over to you, but, as you can see-"

"You're all tied up. Yes, Minti, you are. I don't know whether to be flattered or worried on your behalf." It was hard to be the reasonable, logical partner when your girlfriend looked like this. She did look extraordinarily pretty today. Oh, dear.

"Please say flattered? I mean, look!" Minti tried to wiggle her butt, nearly toppling herself and the couch over in the process.

Krile closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and sighed. Moments of brilliance, and moments like...this. It's the thought that counts, though, right? "I'm going to get things cleaned up, and when I do, I'll decide how long you get to stay in that rope. That sound good to you?"

Minti nodded.

"Good bunny. Don't go anywhere, alright? I do love seeing you...end up in knots, you know? It's going to be a long evening, plenty of time to be all tied up."

(The Firebird) Ohhhhhh, puns!

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy oc #ffxiv #minti wol #final fantasy viera #minti chocolate #krile baldesion #krile mayer baldesion #ffxiv krile #wol x krile baldesion #ffxivwrite2023

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usagi-mitsu · 2 years

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Another wild Shia headcanon: When in Ishgard, Alphinaud teaches her how to write cursive. In 6.1 she uses this to write a thank you letter to the twins dad. Krile reads though, before it gets sent. You know - just in case. Shia doesn't want to ruffle his feathers with one badly placed letter or word.

#ffxiv #shia tamriel #headcanon #wol #alphinaud x wol #krile mayer baldesion

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drspade · 8 months

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Haven't updated this page in a bit, so let's fix that! Here's some WoL X Krile content, specifically my WoL, G'estalt, because I love Krile :) This was made during the Lalafell Lifter controversy of Patch 6.35 BONUS PANELS!!!! (of Self Indulgence)

#digital art #comic #ffxiv #ffxiv wol #warrior of light #krile mayer baldesion #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv miqo'te #wol #krile #wol x npc #ffxiv art #G’estalt

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ishgard · 3 months

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g'raha tia and/or krile for the character asks? alternately, your WoL?

Oooh fun!! thank you so much!

G'raha Tia:

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual

Gender Headcanon: Male (but tbh I could see him being fluid about it)

A ship I have with said character: I love all of the WoLG'raha ships, it's so good, so delicious. Recently I've been a little 👀 about Thancred x G'raha also, that's got me Intrigued.

A BROTP I have with said character: I really love seeing bits and pieces of his friendships with each of the Scions tbh, esp now that he's free of the Exarch's yolk. Him and Urianger or Y'shtola nerding out, or gosh his relationship with Alisaie feeling more like siblings is so much fun and delightful. (I also really wanna see him interact with Thancred more just in general oops.)

A NOTP I have with said character: I don't think one exists 🤔 If anything I'd probably just be more ambivalent towards such a thing.

A random headcanon: It's nothing flashy or unique but (and apologies) I subject him to my usual miqo'te HCs of purring, biting, both keepers and seekers having fangs and eyes that adjust to light/dark, and yeah, the less sfw things (not pokey penis, that's where I draw the line).

General Opinion over said character: I love him so much??? I can understand why some people have their grievances with him, especially in regards to how he might 'come on strong' sometimes, but I never really got why people hold long-lasting grudges against him for the whole lying thing. (Though that's probably largely because Ahru isn't bothered by people lying to her if the ends justify the means.)

Krile Baldesion:

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual (female-leaning)

Gender Headcanon: Female

A ship I have with said character: Is it too obvious to say Tataru? I wanna say she had hearteyes for Minfilia, too. (Thinking about it though, a crackship with Estinien is forming in my head, oh no.)

A BROTP I have with said character: Even if not from a shippy point, Tataru for sure. Also I didn't mention this on his, but G'raha.

A NOTP I have with said character: I do NOT ship her with being forgotten and abandoned by the narrative.

A random headcanon: Listen, definitely had a crush on G'raha at some point, (and yeah Minfilia). I'm not sure if teaching Alphinaud how to paint is a headcanon or was actual canon now that I think about it (am I imagining there was something said about him asking her for advice?)

General Opinion over said character: Less of an opinion but I really can't wait to see more of her in Dawntrail, hopefully she gets a chance to really flourish. I enjoy her a lot but I feel like she's been sidelined so much (and I barely did anything with Eureka admittedly) so I just don't always feel like I know her as well as I wish I did. (Maybe I just need to replay MSQ tho.)

Ahru Hiraeth :D

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual

Gender Headcanon: Female, has a sort of loose concept of gender in her head though in regards to herself

A ship I have with said character: ...there are a few, but the big one at the moment is Deryk x Ahru, they've got me in a chokehold.

A BROTP I have with said character: Estinien! The minute he called her "aibou" I was sold. She's also always in close cahoots with Thancred no matter what.

A NOTP I have with said character: This is going to seem so out of nowhere but as a lover of enemies-to-lovers I have TRIED to imagine it just for shits and giggles but no, no, she hates him so so much.

A random headcanon: She loves mint (in food, drink, smoke) and though it's very slight it has a soothing quality that helps her relax. (catnip being in the mint family, yada yada) [She doesn't actually smoke a lot anymore though.]

General Opinion over said character: She is so powerful. Like. To me. Over me. I am so weak and I love her so much and she has been such a delight to explore over the years. Seeing her Go Through Some Shit and Get Worse and also Get Better has been beautiful and I want to cry I love my cat so much.

#answered #thank you again!!

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yzeltia · 10 months

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Wolgraha Week

Day 3: Crystal Characters: G'raha Tia, Krile Baldesion, @mintibunny 's Minti Chocolate, Keith Summers Rating: Teen Notes: Thank you Minti for letting me borrow blorobos! It's been super cute seeing them together~

"Yeah, that wasn't very heroic."

Hours had passed since Keith had left G'raha to go take care of some errands, leaving the Miqo'te in silence. If it hadn't been for Krile and Minti stumbling into the annex giggling together, he might have remained for the night.

"Raha," Krile called out through the dimly lit room, "What are you doing in here?"

"I believe I've made a grave error in judgment," he said, staring at the wall ahead of him.

Krile tilted her head and crossed her arms as she stared at the Miqo'te.

"Minti, perhaps you could wait in my chambers," she asked, reaching up to lightly kiss the back of her girlfriend's hand.

Minti smiled then gave G'raha a little wave before leaving the Lalafell to pull over a chair and climb into it and look up into the dejected expression of the Tia, "Alright. What have you done now? Pray, it isn't angering the Archon again is it?"

"No. A miscalculation of great proportions. As I have grown closer with Keith, I thought I might tell him of my time on the First. All of it. Needless to say he was disappointed in what I'd done to our fellow Scions."

"Did he actually say that?"

G'raha looked up as Krile rested her palms on his knees and looked up into his eyes concerned.

"Well, no. He did not say that expressly. Somewhere around the end though he had this look. He wouldn't meet my gaze. I suppose I thought he might share Y'zel's outlook. That what I had done was a bit romantic. But no, he saw me as a hero worshiping fool."

Krile was taken aback, recoiling even as she shook her head.

"I cannot believe our sweet Keith would say that either."

"He didn't."

"Raha, there is a pattern here. Did he even say anything at all?"

"Yes. That my actions were not that of a hero's."

The Lalafell sighed then sank back into her chair as she looked to her friend.

“And how is that inaccurate exactly? I believe you are projecting some of your internalized guilt onto your partner. Do not twist his words to punish yourself. Let him be disappointed if he is. The Scholar knows I was sore at you for a time.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I had to watch my friends fall one-by-one. When I learned it was at your hand I was frustrated with you. Even if in the end it all worked out, the hurt it caused cannot be overlooked. And you made one bad decision after another in the wake of it all. I am uncertain what you hoped to accomplish by telling Keith; however, I don’t believe you fully expected to emerge from that conversation unscathed,” Krile said before closing her eyes, “You were testing him to see if he could love what you don’t love about yourself.”

G’raha lowered his ears, letting them flutter as he absorbed what his dear friend said. “Perhaps I was, in the end, seeing if he’d accept me for all my faults.”

“Your many many faults,” Krile teased before hopping up to stand on her chair to give the Miqo’te a pat between the ears sarcastically adding, “And he only said one objectively true thing about it. Why, I think he might love you Raha.”

The Scion flushed then turned away, “I can see where I might have exaggerated his meaning a little.”

“Yes, just a little. Now, since I’ve broken you out of your dismal mood, I shall be attending to my own partner. I suggest you find yours and assuage the rest of your self-pity. I’m sure he’s been missing you.”

“Missing me. I’ve only been in here-” G’raha started before glancing at a chronometer, “Most of the day it seems. Yes, I think looking in on him might help to settle my nerves. Thank you, Krile.”

The Miqo’te wiggled his ears toward his friend before parting her company, letting himself into Keith’s chambers with a small knock. Not finding him there, he frowned then moved to his own, surprised to find the Hyur laying across his bed in his smalls, flipping through a Wolfman comic.

“Keith,” G’raha called out, face flushed at the sight.

“There you are! Guess your research got the better of you. I went to check on you earlier but you seemed to be transfixed on one of the charts on the wall and I didn’t want to interrupt. Did you eat? I can go get some of my leftovers,” Keith offered, setting the comic down to sit up.

The Miqo’te blinked, ear giving a little twitch as he looked on, “I did lose track of time. If you’ve got something to spare I could use something to eat though I must ask…um…why are you in here?”

Keith looked around, “Ah. Well, I Krile had me running around chasing some rabbits that had gotten into some flowers she was studying out in Labrinthos. I ended up all muddy and needed to shower and by that time it was late so I made dinner and ate it before coming in here to see if you were back yet. Then this Elezen courier showed up with this comic book stack and kind of got lost in it. I suppose on some level too I must be comfortable here with you, we usually end up in one of our beds together. It didn’t really strike me as taking over your space..”

The Hyur rubbed the back of his head as he stood up to get the offered food while G’raha moved to check the stack in question, unfolding the letter left with them.

“G’raha. I thought you might think this hero is really cool despite the propaganda. Yes I know what propaganda is. I really do. My girlfriend taught me the word. I’m going to rip off your pom pom one of these days. Just write the note for me and don’t add all the rest of what I said for once. Dictated by U’rahn Nuhn, Post Moogle Deliveries. Yes, we’ve confirmed that he really is a Nuhn,” the Miqo’te read aloud before sighing and putting the paper down to look back at Keith as he returned with a warm plate of curry.

“Keith, I don’t mind you being in here or waiting for me,” G’raha said, ears perking up as he inhaled the spices emanating off the plate, “Especially it means room service. I was more surprised that you were at all given how we left things.”

“How we left things? What did I miss,” Keith asked, handing the plate over.

“When we talked earlier, about my past. When you left, you seemed rather displeased with me,” G’raha answered, sitting down with his meal.

“Well, yeah. It’s kind of hard to hear your friend did something bad to your other friends, but I also know it’s harder to have to admit it. Did I seem that put off? I guess I was kinda…,” the Hyur trailed, giving it a bit more thought.

“You said it wasn’t heroic of me. That stuck with me for most of the day.”

“Really? I hope you didn’t give it too much thought,” Keith said, watching G’raha fumble with his utensils, “It certainly wasn’t the best moment for you, but I’m glad you felt safe enough to tell me. That was definitely brave. And now that you’re here with me and plenty of opportunities to be heroes lay ahead of us!”

Keith looked to G’raha expectantly, the Miqo’te simply staring at his food before springing up, ears perked high. He embraced the other, swallowing as tears beaded up in his eyes.

“Raha!? What is it? Did I make the curry too spicy? I didn’t even see you take a bite out yet-” Keith started before being silenced with a kiss.

The Hyur closed his eyes and embraced G’raha, holding him close as the Scion deepened their kiss. A whimper escaped him as a fang caught his lip, followed by a strained pant as they parted. Wantonly, the Miqo’te rubbed into Keith, making him begin to stir. Flustered, the latter stepped away, hand lowering to hide in shift in his smalls.

“You should eat, Raha. Otherwise we’ll end up, y’know…And your food will get cold.”

#krile baldesion #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #ffxiv oc #ff xiv #ffxiv miqo'te #keith summers #wol x g'raha tia #g'raha/wol #g'raha tia #wolgraha week #wolgrahaweek #wolgraha week 2023 #wolgrahaweek2023 #wolgraha

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