Nhaama's Blessed Child

Wondering if... I should turn my xiv ocs into a multimuse blog again....

I say this only because I've been coming up with more and more ocs lately and making new blogs for them is a lot of work...

BUT... if I put everyone on one blog... nobody gets their own like,, aesthetics y'know?

Word Count: 798 Definition: adjective, producing pleasure or contentment by providing what is needed or wanted Prompt Generator Content Warning: NSFW , sexual themes. Endwalker Spoilers ft. @azure-seadragon's oc, Narin

It was the waiting that killed them the most. The surge of panic and relief, the praying - gods the praying, and Narin wasn't even the most religious person. It didn't matter who heard him, as long as someone did, as long as someone brought him back safe and most of all alive.

When that star-faring ship returned, it felt as though his heart stopped beating, holding his breath as the Scions all filed out and, being supported by Estinien and Thancred, was Ashai, bruised, beaten, but oh-so-alive. He hadn't even made it off of the ramp when Narin met them halfway and scooped the shorter man into his arms, pulling him against his chest in front of everyone who watched - he didn't care. All that he felt was the overwhelming relief that he was here, safe, alive.

It had been a week since everyone's homecoming. Ashai had spent nearly the whole time recovering from their ordeal and the details that came in had Narin overwhelmed with rage - regret that he hadn't gone with him.

But that didn't matter now, and all his thoughts left his brain at the sight before him: Of Ashai's half-lidded eyes as he straddled his waist, the way he settled in Narin's lap and bit his lip.

"I'm sure, Narin." He answered the unasked question on a low tone, barely a whisper, as his hands came to rest on the other Xaela's shoulders. "I've healed the worst of my wounds. I'm ready... I.. I need you..."

Word Count: 294 Definition: verb, present or proffer something for someone to accept or reject as so desired. Prompt Generator ft. @midnightmagicks oc, Zansei

The box was heavy, but the carry was well worth it. Inside, Ashai had packed various ingredients that he had bought and even gathered himself, all preserved with clever usage of ice shards. He waddled slightly up to the door after having had checked the address three times over (even though he knew he had it right from the start, it never hurt to be extra sure!)

"If ever I'd feel the desire to visit you, I'll make sure to bring something good to eat." Ashai had offered one warm day in Gridania, when it became clear that his friend wasn't exactly the best cook. Okay, so maybe his friend was a terrible cook and somehow managed to pull off burning water once or twice. It offered a perfect excuse for Ashai to randomly show up on his doorstep with food and leaves for tea.

He set the box down briefly, and stretched his arms and back for but a moment. It had been a long time since he had seen his friend. He wondered for an anxious second if he'd remember their time together in Gridania. Ashai hoped that this would be a pleasant surprise, at least, as he raised his hand to tap his knuckle to the door a few times.

He barely had time to pick up the box of ingredients before the door slid open in its characteristically Kugane fashion. On the other side stood a raen gentleman, with hair as long and white as Ashai's, and dressed in some of the finest eastern silks the xaela had ever seen.

Ashai didn't give him too much time to be surprised, as he lifted the box of ingredients slightly and smiled sheepishly at Zansei.

Genre: Hurt / Comfort, Action Word Count: 425 Definition: verb, bear all or part of the weight of; hold up. Prompt Generator

ft. @azure-seadragon's oc, Narin

The episodes were coming more often, and stronger than before. Already, a handful of the Scions had fallen into an eerie slumber, and it all left Ashai as confused and concerned as the first time. However, he couldn't be left to worry about them right now. Not when conflict with the Empire was reaching its peak.

Ashai felt a hand come to rest on his upper back, and his eyes turned up to look at the familiar lilac face of Narin. The concern in the other man's eyes reflected his own. They would enter battle together soon, and Ashai felt comforted slightly by the knowledge that Narin would be by his side. He knew he would need the support, if they were to go up against Zenos.

"You sure you're gonna be alright?" Narin's voice rumbled as Ashai's eyes turned onto the chaos of the ongoing battle.

"...As long as I'm not hit with another episode, I should be fine." Ashai replied, unable to hide the unsure and foreboding tone in his voice. "Nobody else can stand up to Zenos... It has to be me."

"Us." Narin reminded, squeezing Ashai's shoulder. "It's gotta be us, moon."

Ashai smiled, it didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah... I'll be fine, long as you're with me."

Pain turned the vision of battle into a blur. Ashai's cry rang out, and he could hear Narin's muffled shout call for him in fear. Past the pounding in his head, Ashai could more so feel the scraping of metal on metal as Narin struggled against Zenos' blade. The voice hounded Ashai's senses, and Narin let out a grating cry.

"No...! Not.. now!"

Metal rang as he finally deflected Zenos' attack, forcing the Garlean back several fulms. Ashai could only watch, helpless as Narin fell to his knees, clutching his head in a similar agony.

"I'll always be with ya, moon..." The memory of his words echoed in Ashai's mind, as he watched the other man finally topple over - just like the others had.

"Narin..!" Ashai's voice was weak, as he pulled himself forward just enough to reach down and cradle his lover's head in his hands. His head pounded again, and sight rose to glare upward at the possessed Zenos as he approached. The pain intensified, pulling a gasp from Ashai and forcing him to double over, putting his body over Narin's in every effort to protect him in such a vulnerable state.

Genre: Angst Word Count: 547 Definition: adjective, low in status or importance; humble. Prompt Generator

It was commonplace that the weakest members of the tribe were delegated to the more.. menial tasks. The strongest were hunters, warriors, strong in body and presence alike. Ashai was... not like the others. His short and thinner stature left much to be desired among the Buduga, and so washing blood and dirt out of clothes and making meals for the others was what he had become best at.

At least, that was the case when the others decided to leave him be.

He didn't see the foot come into his path past the stack of clothes he carried. His own leg caught the offending limb, and Ashai yelped when he tripped. The freshly-washed clothes scattered about through the dirt and mud, and he was surrounded by a cacophony of laughter.

"Looks like you better go wash those again, Z'aal." The unmistakable voice of Haggam sneered, as Ashai huffed and reached out to begin gathering the soiled clothes. The insult was nothing new to him. Z'aal, meaning small, was one of the more common ones, and by far not the worst he'd been called.

He did as Qaara had told him: Stay silent, keep his head and eyes down, do nothing to provoke them.

Easier said than done, when the hand of Haggam snatched him by the chin, to force him to look up. Ashai's pale eyes glared up at the bright red ones of Haggam, as the other young teen bared sharpened teeth at him.

"Don't feel like fighting back today, whelp? What's the matter, did a Dotharl take your tongue?"

Another huff left the younger teen, as a pale hand swatted Haggam's away from his face. "Leave me alone, Haggam. I have enough to worry about without you bothering me."

"What, like washing everyone's soiled clothes and cooking?"

"Yes - even the lowly jobs are important. If I wasn't here, you'd all be wearing dirty clothes and starving half to death." Ashai snapped, finally getting back to his feet and dusting off his scraped knees. "You should be grateful that I'm always stuck doing them, so you don't have to-"

He was on his feet no more than a few moments, voice cut off by a gasp when he was shoved, and hands grasping up at his throat as Haggam's foot pressed down on it.

"You don't get to tell me that I should be grateful that a weakling like you exists! You just keep your eyes down like a good little boy and stay in the dirt where you belong!"

For a long moment, it felt as though the other boy wasn't going to let up, even as Ashai struggled to get him off. Only when the edges of his vision began growing dark did Haggam let up, finally allowing Ashai to gasp for air.

To the other boys that only watched, Haggam barked: "Come on, we have a hunt to prepare for. I won't waste another breath on this sul'doroi."