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there is an AWAKENING in that instance,

when the HEART sings and the BLOOD burns

                                                                                                      …and his soul finds peace.

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MERLWYB:

    T’would show ineptitude were she unable to pull a scowl or several from him throughout the day, and would add to her immediate disappointment had he simply not reacted at all and would undoubtedly bring an end to the friendly prodding that seems to drive the highlander up the walls, over the ceiling and right back down the other side. maybe there’s some masochistic part of him that enjoys the fond ribbing, or he’s simply clinging to the archaic notion that manners belong between nations in order to broker and nurtures the peace between Limsa Lominsa and Ul’dah.

His gaze, however, does not go unnoticed, though for the sake of keeping things casual and chasing away any potential awkwardness that might ensue, she is kind enough to hold her tongue.

There’s a first time for everything, it seems.

     It takes but a few, proud strides to fall into step with Raubahn, and she can’t help but to feel some modicum of pride in the development of limsa — though the nightlife was moderately scarce, it would take less than a decade to see it pushed far enough into the grasp of prosperity that would see the city busy when the stars twinkle overhead and the drunks are shuffling home to angry wives who would douse them in icy water and yell at them for letting their dinners go cold. 

   “  and here was me thinking that dying of old age was a good thing,  ”  she grouses playfully, though the second they nip into the restaurant, her mouth waters at the heady scent of spices and grilling meats. her stomach is keen to voice it’s approval with a loud rumble.   “  here was me toying with the notion that I had seen everything that Ul’dah had to offer in regards to good cuisine — this place smells pretty good.  ”

The place hushes as soon as they step in-- what place filled with civilians wouldn’t? But Raubahn won’t provide them with a story beyond merely seeing two important national figures in a small restaurant-- he steers the both of them towards the back, nodding in reply to the owner’s enthusiastic and loud greeting. Per his request, Gelhardt had constructed two booths away from the main dining area of his establishment; paid for by Raubahn, of course. That made sure the Flame General would always have a place to come to while for a mostly quiet dinner outside of the city-state’s more exorbitant eateries.

“ Of course it smells good. Home-cooked food, Merlwyb. Don’t tell me you’ve never had it. I’m sure even your family’s sat down at a table to have a stew cooked by mama for her loving husband and daughter, “ he says flatly, settling himself in and gesturing for her to follow. Once she has, he draws the thick velvet curtain to close them off from the curious eyes of the other diners.

#pyrasea

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                                    ― ▒▒ ♉ NANAMO | @sultana-dreaming​ ▒▒ ―

It hadn’t been long since his... departure? Dismissal? His leaving of the Syndicate. Of Ul’dah, of Nanamo. Truth be told, when he’d woken up in his decidedly harder bed at Rhalgr’s Reach that morning, swathed in rough cotton sheets and with the sound of exercise drills in his ears, he’d briefly thought that his life up to that point had simply been a dream and nothing more.

In fact, he’d half expected Ilberd to be there, pillow in hand to throw down into his face with the might of Rhalgr himself for being late to wake. He had smiled at that, with a small twinge of pain and regret.

Now, he was standing in front of the doors to the Fragrant Chamber, as he’d done so many times over the past two decades, whether in mundane routine or on the brink of a major change in his life.

His stump ached briefly, as if to confirm his sentiment.

When the twins had granted him entry, he breathed out silently, bracing himself for what was to come. Not that there was a lot, given that this was but a simple followup to the plan to put the Ala Mhigans to mutually beneficial work for Ul’dah.

Nanamo-- the Sultana was not present, not yet. It gave him some time to sit and collect his unruly nerves.

#sultana dreaming #♉ SALUTE — [ starter ] #[ sorry this is laaaate <3 ]

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presses a smooch to his jaw. :')

raubahn hums, shifting on the plush sofa so she can better fit into the planes of his body– and she always does, always. without looking from the book set against his knee, he puts a small, quick kiss to the silver head of hair beneath his chin and mumbles an affectionate, “ did i wake you? “

#ops wrote a thing #ENJOY #pyrasea

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((CLINGS TO RAUBAHN. 3))

[ puts nanamo in his purse and leaves tbh ]

#sultana-dreaming

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((Late night questions. Just how many chicken nuggets would Raubahn theoretically order on an everyday occasion if such a thing existed in Ul'dah?))

[ not a lot, ofc. gotta watch that figure or he won’t be able to strap into his armor again ;o ]

#but when he does he goes for the big ol 20 piece box #y'know for cheat day #sultana-dreaming

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lmao I love SE so much

#[ i'm going to cut off koji's nuts ]

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no one who has died has been forgotten. i will remember them all.

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MERLWYB:

   if there were aught that could be touted as shit-eating, it would be the grin that tugs at the admiral’s lips. it is fun to burrow under that fine layer of composure that he no doubt prides himself on and watch him sweat — though she is want to cease the push lest she see herself joked out of a free meal. 

       once a pirate, always a pirate.

   ‘   i’m afraid it’ll be the two of us this evening – i believe my.. entourage are more interested in experiencing the liquor best drank in ul’dah’s taverns.  ’

wood scrapes against stone as she rises from her seat, arms shifting skyward so she might stretch and pop a few stiff bones in her back with a satisfied sigh before she reaches for her goblet to down the remaining drops of the wine  (  it’s sweeter than she likes, but again, gift chocobo and all that. )

    ‘   unless you’d rather leave it until they’re in attendance, mayhaps then you would be able to look at me.  ’

He does look at her then, his head snapping up with an indignant-- and slightly EMBARRASSED-- scowl on his face. She’s already standing when he does, and he briefly studies her while she stretches. Raubahn likens her body to a cat’s, sinuous and graceful in the way it curves.

A stark contrast to her usual crude and rough-edged self.

Raubahn stands too, remembering the other reason he doesn’t like to look at her too long. His friend is an attractive woman, all pale skin and full lips and very nicely rounded hips-- but she’s his friend. More importantly, the political SCANDAL of the Admiral being caught in bed with the Flame General is far too much for him to deal with, now and any time after.

Better to avert his gaze and continue reminding himself how much she annoys him than risk, well, anything.

“ Come along, then. We haven’t all night and I’d like to get your agreement on that cashmere tax before I die of old age. “

He leads her down the winding streets, bustling even in the evening. Raubahn talks sometimes, and listens others, but nothing truly meaningful passes between them. It’s banal, civil. He’s sure she hates it.

At least, they’re where they want to be. A quiet, surprisingly warm little restaurant run by someone who came from Coldhearth. The owner doesn’t know him personally, of course, but he’s made a rather decent living off the “stew that fed the Bull of Ala Mhigo”, and Raubahn’s let him.

#pyrasea; #[ long post ]

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“You could travel the world and never witness so lovely a sight.”

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                      You know, I was never really sure if I actually loved him.                                                 But now that he’s gone…                                                                 I did.

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MERLWYB:

    she rises to his challenge as the seas rise with the tide, a silent dare that there’s a fair chance he will sink his teeth into for sake of pride or just to be a pain. it’s how they are and always have been  (   claws,  teeth,  back and forth like coeurls fighting over the same ball of yarn  ). pale nostrils flare, grin grows all the more shit-eating.

      ‘   i was raised to never gaze a gift chocobo in the beak.   ’

    fingernails drum against the gleaming surface of the table, oh she’ll lean and keep her gaze steady though her eyes crinkle at the corners and there are laughter lines at the corner of her mouth.

      ‘   where might you suggest we eat, general?   ’

Oh, for the love of--

He remembers explicitly telling her to choose. His brow furrows, and his lips curl down just that bit more as he pushes back a rising swell of prickling irritation. Raubahn is this close to calling the whole thing off, but DAMN if he’s about to let these scheduled bells go to waste.

Dull green point their gaze at anything but her and her frustrating smirk; if he has to look at her a second longer his composure may well CRACK, and that is the last thing he wants around her. His fingers curl round the handle of his teacup, buying him time to think of a suitably cheap yet not-too-cheap venue.

There’s a snag in finding a place that was suitably private, as well. Public scrutiny is a given with their positions, but Raubahn doesn’t enjoy his EVERY move being watched, at least outside of an arena. The tea leaves drain into his mouth with the last of the drink, and he sets the cup aside as he pushes to his feet.

“ Follow me, then. Bring your entourage if you wish, but I shan’t pay for their share. “

#pyrasea; #♉ DUTY — [ ic ]

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[ raubahn aldynn is too good for this hellish world ]

#♉ REST — [ ooc ]

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[ LOUD CRYIGN ]

#[ BABIES ] #[ RAUBAHN IS SUCH A GOOD DAAAAD ] #♉ CALF — [ pipin ]

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The TURMOIL within was clear in her bearing, in her voice, both straining with a pain that he could only guess at. Would that those still BRIGHT in their youth be spared the dimming of loss, but that was not how their world was.

“ I see. We shall take a moment for him, and for the rest that we’ve lost. They can at least be buried properly, but perhaps not at the foot of this hideous metal wreck. “

It was short, and far too pragmatic a response for what had occurred. Conrad deserved BETTER, Raubahn knew. But time was not on their side, else he would let Curtis’ youngest grieve till the pain was gone.

“ What else transpired up there? I only saw the Butcher making her escape through a smoking window. “

☄ @tizonas

❛  … we’ve captured the bridge to velodyna  … & now , specula imperatoris.  ❜ AND YET ,  her words felt  hollow ,  though her report was accurate. ❛ … conrad’s gone.  i… thought you should know.  ❜ —  there was no way to measure the sorrow , rhalgr’s daughter  was taught  endurance &  so with endurance she lay.  perhaps her happiness would not be answered soon — but her eyes ;  her eyes of blue , of cerulean hopefulness — they veiled a sad betrayal.   ❛ i want to make them pay. ❜

#♉ LADY IN RED — [ lyse ] #♉ DUTY — [ ic ] #[ sorry this is so late! ]

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treasonousgeiko replied to your post: [ honestly my biggest wish now is for raubahn to...

even fordola? 👀

[ yes. ]

#treasonousgeiko

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[ honestly my biggest wish now is for raubahn to adopt all the ala mhigan kids. youths. all of em. ]

#♉ REST — [ ooc ]