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   Haurchefant allowed the other man his silence, absently tracing a calloused fingertip across the clear glass of his own cup. His gaze was lazy, eating up the shifts in Aymericâs expression as if trying to decipher them as well. And, for a brief moment, when he believed the other to be dwelling too harshly on his own emotions - he shifted his foot, giving the man an easy jab in the ribs with the toe of his sabaton.
   âWhen one is cast out into the cold,â Haurchefant mused, his own words coming with earnestness he only trusted a select few with. No longer was his gaze wayward; it pinned blue on blue, level with the Lord Commander as he spoke. âWhen one has naught but their a torch to keep them alive, finding kindling is - a blessing. But that does not mean they want any less for what they are truly after. It is but a holdover until one can find their home.â
   His smile - it has the same flickering, uncertain honesty, raising what was left of his glass to his lips. When it hit the table this time, it was far more gentle, barely making a sound.
   âAh, but I shall save the flowery words for you, Commander. What I mean is - ⌠certainly, I enjoy a warm bed. I enjoy the company. But my favorite company of all I keep is yours, and whether or not you would share a bed is irrelevant. If you would have me, I would stay. But it is not my place to ask.â
   He had never been a man of commands. That was in Aymericâs title; the bastard had lived his life being told where to go, what camp to watch over, which beasts to maim. He would not deny he enjoyed the barbs and less than savory jabs, the prepositions - but at the end of the day, it was the adventurerâs decisions in what bed they lie. And he would extend the same respect to Aymeric.
   âDo not get me wrong - the teasing is delightful,â he deflected, a smug tilt coming to his lips. âAnd will continue, even if things shift. After all - who am I if not a flirt?â
Perhaps his words have no been clear enough. Not that Aymeric could really blame Haurchefant; he himself hardly had a good understanding of what he meant and what he was asking for. The concept, the very idea, that the other could feel anything other than just... brotherly fondness towards him hadnât even crossed his mind before just a few moments ago. The realization had opened up a whole new world for him, though, and it left him to ponder what his own feelings toward the other man were.
He certainly cared for him. But Aymeric had... closed himself off from indulging in such... fanciful thoughts about another long ago. He didnât have the time, nor the emotional space, for that. He had to keep himself focused on what he could do for Ishgard as long as he kept his head down and didnât make waves. Not until he hit the point where they couldnât replace him.
Equally, though - Haurchafant was a man known for his love of others, and were Aymeric to give his heart to another, it would not be a heart he would be willing to share.Â
âI suppose if I asked you to stay, would it be the only bed you returned to?â
primalvesselâ:
More often than not, Maru wore his heart on his sleeve, it was hard not to when his ears and tail could telegraph his mood better even than any expressions he might wear. The instinctual reactions of his ears lowering or his tail lashing were not easily hidden or tamped down upon but knowingly hiding something⌠he felt bad doing so but it was easier sometimes.
The vessel wasnât entirely sure whether the Elezenâs reply was an indication of interest or not but the tap of his foot made the Miqoâte shift beneath the sheets with a playful protest. âIâll have you know that from about mid-thigh and up, Iâm in perfect working order,â he teased but left it at that when it seemed as though Aymeric might keep him company anyway.
Truly it was nice to spend time with him even if only to share space in the same room while Maru languished in bed.
The question caught him a little off-guard though and he looked over at the Speaker with much of his good humour fading away before he shrugged and looking instead down at the sheets he was laying beneath.
âIs it not expected of me?â he asked in return, raising his gaze once more. âI donât go looking for trouble but I can hardly back down when I find it, can I?â That would go over real well with the masses - âWarrior of Light stands by and watches disaster strike!â He didnât think he deserved it butâŚ
âBesides which, better I go in than some poor soul passing by, right? Just because I ended up getting hurt doesnât mean I wasnât the best person for the job. And! Not only that! But why wouldnât I want to throw myself in harmâs way when I know I have a handsome Elezen to dote on me if I get hurt?â
âBut why must it always be you? There are others capable of helping - and as you have rightly pointed out, you are the Warrior of Light. I feel no one would find it amiss if you were not to step in and interfere with every small, day-to-day issue that cropped up and instead saved yourself for the true emergencies.â For the times when it felt like the world was going to come to an end, lest someone step in to intervene.Â
For every situation there was a tool. Was it unkind to think that way? Or better? Griever was a friend, a dear one, but just like Aymeric he was a useful tool for the people he served, and a tool of his caliber was not meant to be wasted on small, petty affairs.
Aymericâs head canted slightly to the side as he kept up the unwavering, questioning gaze. The other had taken such pains to make it clear that he was fine from the thigh up - so perhaps it was unfair to take this time to question him, but surely it was nothing more than he could handle?Â
âThe world will not stop moving if you decide to let those who live in it to help themselves. And if you chose not to, what will they do the next time tragedy strikes and you are not there? How will they learn if youâre always holding their hand?â
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âI know⌠with you, I can be myself.â She seemed relieved to have that assured, leaning into his hand and giving him a small smile. âItâs why I came to you first⌠beyond other reasons.â She chuckled a bit, cheeks pinkened. âBut what of you, surely you could use some rest Mr. Workaholic.â She jested, doing her best to try and lighten up. âWhy donât we take a vacation day to just⌠enjoy each otherâs company?â
Workaholic was a fair word to call him, though it wasnât something that Aymeric truly had much choice over. If he didnât work to the expectations of the other Lords--
But, ah, that was a level of drama and politics that Keira didnât deserve to have to hear about.
âI suppose I can arrange for that,â he said with a small laugh. After a moment he gently pulled away from her, offering her a small nod before glancing to the side. If it was for the Warrior of Light, he wouldnât have too many people outright questioning his decision.
The walk back to his manor was a short one - and once inside they would, at the very least, be outside of otherâs prying eyes.
You get a craving for whatever your soulmate is eating at the time. | @lxght-brdnd
He had never been one for spicy food - not until recently, at the very least. It might had sounded rather pompous to say his palette was more refined than that, but the way the heat and spice seemed to just sheer off his ability to even taste had never been particularly appealing to the elezen.
And yet, lately, he had found that was almost solely what he was craving.
It was just an odd... thing, something that flickered briefly through his thoughts for the oddity is posed before being promptly mentally discarded. He had more important things to ponder, like the visit from the Warrior of Light.
âWell met, friend. How have you been faring?â

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@neigetomb wanted to get harassed by a dead man
Places were not the only things that could end up haunted. People could, by memories and unseen phantoms, by the ghosts of those who had been left behind.
Even if that was for the better, not the worse.
For a man already struggling to keep himself composed after his only purpose in life had been stripped from him, it was perhaps just too much. Too cruel. The figure that haunted his footsteps and loomed in his shadows should have stayed there and should have been content with the knowledge that the other would never know true peace.Â
Instead he found himself baring his teeth in a wicked, curved smile as a dark noise - a laugh - bubbled out from him.Â
âYou should have been drowned the moment you were born.â
"Can I kiss you now please?"
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The sudden question had Aymeric pausing as he found himself looking around. There was no was else here, in this dreary portion of Ishgard; he had been showing Mâfirhi some of the efforts and results of the restoration and not all parts of Ishgard were flourishing in life. With no one around, that meant there would be no one to see that little indiscretion if he chose to do so.Â
âSince when were you one to ask for permission before you acted?â A brow was arched before Aymeric turned, continuing on his task of showing off what had been changed and improved.Â
If the miqoâte wanted to, well-- maybe he would just have to gather the courage to act himself.
@stcrmscngs wants to deal with Thordanâs Guilt Ghost
The thing about ghosts - about spirits, about revenants, about phantoms and banshees - was that they were all made of the same thing. The very same thing that permeated the core of every being, the same thing the shifted and fluxed in tandem with its surroundings.Â
Aether.
Thatâs all any of it ever was. And aether was nothing if not impressionable. A stray thought could lead to altered thinking, altered being, and what should have been just that - a thought, an imagining, a possibility - slowly became real.
There was a figure of a man that haunted the Speakerâs footsteps. His gaze was flat, dead and unmoving, and his eyes shifted only to take in the figures that surrounding him. The garlean bitch. The half-blood whore. And... him.
âDravanian.â
The name was hissed on the wind, laced with pure venom and hatred, echoing as if behind the auri man - despite the fact that there was no one there.
Because I can't resist...10 or 23 for the soulmates AU list, as those are my favorite tropes. You can choose whichever you like~! | @whisperofthewood
10. You have a clock that counts down until you meet your soulmate.
23. You can see the red string of fate when you close your eyes, which will lead you to your soulmate.
The concepts of soulmates was a highly contested one throughout all of Eorzea. In Ishgard it was frowned on, viewed as all-but spitting in the face of Halone and her guidance, but that didnât mean that there werenât stories. Whispers of the tales that came from their southern neighbors, of signs and symbols that they were taught to ignore.Â
Like the red string that he spotted out of the corner of his vision. It was wrapped around his right pinky and always vanished when he tried to look at it too closely. He had mentioned it once, and had swiftly learned that he needed to keep those thoughts to himself.
He had never mentioned the numbers he saw to anyone. They flashed up every now and again, seemingly printed on his forearm, and they always seemed to be counting down. It was worrying, or would have been-- but he never really had enough time to worry about anything.
The numbers had gotten low, though. What happened when they hit zero?
-- any thoughts he had vanished when Nessa stepped into Our Knights Most Heavenly, drawing his gaze up towards her. âBack so soon?â
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@nceglingââ asked: âItâs too dangerous.â [ncegling] [y'shtola]
âPerhaps so,â Yâshtola spoke, her ears perked upon her head as she gazed blindly towards the place that had harbored Thordanâs ephemeral form. The aether still swirled violently in Azys Lla, her head tilted towards the elevated lands. Aymeric had come as somewhat of a guide for her, but now it seemed as if they had traversed to a point where the man was no longer able to feel any comfort in her mission. The signatures of power left behind by the felled Ascian was unmistakable and necessary for her needs.
A small shake of her head, the woman tilted her chin to peer up at him, lips curled upwards. âBut it must be done. Dangerous or not, it is our job to take the plunge, as I have many times.â Some she had returned from on her own, some not. âIt is for the benefit of others we take the danger on our shoulders, as we should for those who cannot bear it on their own.â
A small blink, her smile growing a fraction. âDonât you agree, Lord Commander?â
When he had agreed to guide the miqoâte here, Aymeric had believed it had simply been on-- at most, a sightseeing expedition - no pun intended. He knew little of Yâshtola but knew she was a powerful companion of their shared friend, and her reputation of being a scholar and mage without par had reached even into the depths of Ishgard. He didnât doubt she was capable of defending herself, but the depths of Azys Lla was a place that was best left... undisturbed.Â
Though his thoughts may have been colored due to what his father had done here. His birth father.Â
He wasnât supposed to be gone long; it was how he had even managed to arrange for this trip. The Lords would be furious if there was a delay in his return and their anger would fall on him - and on Lucia, and on the provisions they were slowly working through for the improvements of the Brume, and...Â
A simple touch confirmed that Naegling was at his side. Even for a simple expedition as this had been meant to be, he had not come defenseless, and the thought of returning to that den of snakes had set his stomach on edge.
âI do,â he said with a slight snort. âWhich you knew before asking for me to accompany you, Iâm certain.â

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   Velkyn, to his credit, looks no further into the other manâs words than heâs meant to. He trusts Aymeric to be upfront with himâ he canât recall a time where he hadnât been, after all, even when they had only just met, tucked away in the intercessory in Camp Dragonhead. Aymeric had been honest, and that was a quality Vel found himself quickly attaching to. Being able to rely on someone to tell him the truth, no matter if that truth is what he wants to hear, is more valuable than a thousand empty reassurances.
Gods, but that feels like a lifetime ago. Even the end of the war feels so distant, despite how fresh it still must feel for the people of Ishgard. Thousands of years do not easily dim within a couple. Even so, despite how much time had, or hadnât, passed Velkyn always returns to the snow-covered city-state without failâ all because, what feels like a lifetime ago, this man had once welcomed him home.
The warrior turns his gaze up to meet Aymericâs, smirk brightening a touch at the edges. One of these days, he tells himself, heâs going to bring the elezen somewhere with him. Theyâll have their own adventureâ one he wonât have to simply tell him about afterwards. Nothing as strenuous as his time in the First, hopefully, and less likely to result in permanent physical changes, but an adventure nonetheless.Â
If anyone deserved a chance to indulge his wanderlust, itâs Aymeric.
   âŚBut that will have to wait, at least a moment, as the Lord Speakerâs observation isnât too far from the truth. âItâsâŚbeen a busy few days. If youâre going to ask me to dinner again, I wouldnât say no, but this is gonna be one hell of a story. We might need more than one meal for me to get through it.â
âThis is something Iâm sure I can certainly do.â
A quick glance at a candle confirmed that he had been here for... hours, now, and it was far past time for him to have a break. Truly, it was days, weeks-- months past time for that, but every time he even thought about doing so, the ever-present and looming threat of the Lords seemed to nip at his heels. The thought of his position being revoked was rather laughable, and he could hardly say he would mind, though he knew that if such a thing did come to pass it would ultimately be those of the Brume that would suffer.
But surely even their judgement and disapprovals could be held at bay when faced with the knowledge that his break in working was for the Warrior of Light.Â
âDo you remember your way back to the manor?â His manor. Even after all these years it still felt awkward to just word that so bluntly, and how oft did he feel like he didnât deserve it-- but the de Borel name and homestead were his inheritance from his parents. âI will need to make a stop to pick some ingredients up, but you can let yourself in. I trust you wonât try to break anything.â The elderly caretaker, the only staff that Aymeric had on hire in the manor, would recognize Velkyn and let him in without any question.
primalvesselâ:
âIâm certain that I am actually an interruption, but a welcome one perhaps,â he conceded with a small grin. Seeing Aymeric always put him in a good mood and he quietly hoped that the Elezen felt the same. Besides which, a visit from the WoL was always going to be a convenient excuse to put work down for just a little while.
And Maru had to admit that it was strange to see the Speaker out of his armour. He looked⌠softer, warmer. It made the Miqoâte want to approach, wrap his arms around the man and sort of sink into that coat along with him. He wasnât aware of the potential politics behind it.
âWhispers and rumours, hm? Well Iâd have you speak of them and Iâll either confirm or deny as I hear them,â he replied with a cheeky grin, slinking back towards the door to hold it open for Aymeric. âI know I have some feats under my belt but Iâm curious about what people think Iâve managed to achieve this time. And Iâd hear of how Ishgardâs restoration is coming along too. Are you making it warmer? You know itâs too cold out here.â
âIâm afraid there is little that can be done for the climate of Ishgard.â There was an almost dry edge to his tone that was tempered by the slight, wry smile. Once, Coerthas had been-- cooler than her southern neighbors, but still full of warmth and plenty of greenery. But after the tragedy of Dalamud, the landscape had been forever changed, and all they could do was learn to adapt.Â
The fact that his work was to be interrupted and he was to take a break had been decided for him and made clear in the way that Griever held the door for him. Aymeric couldnât help but let out a small noise, one that almost could have been called a snort, of amusement as he stepped out. The miqoâte would follow after him, he was certain of that.
âI wish I could give you an answer that would truly satisfy you, but it really has been no more than vague... that you left Eorzea, and all of Hydaelyn. That you had perhaps abandoned your post, even.âÂ
Aymeric glanced back at Griever, expression curious. âWhere have you been?â
@neigetomb from [x]
The gesture was sweet. It was Aymeric who was going to have to be the one to ruin it.Â
He had already been poisoned twice before. Nothing that had been truly life threatening, just enough to send a message when he had started to voice thoughts that were... dissenting amongst the nobles. Aymeric had still been learning, still was learning, just how far he could try to push-- and the best life lessons were the most painful ones that stuck with him.Â
There had been other attempts, but he had gotten better at seeing the signs, and now he just avoided any food he had prepared himself.Â
Haurchefantâs offer was met with a slight pause. â... Perhaps if you felt under the weather you could return here.â Referring to the de Borel manor. âIâm certain I could find something to feed you with.â
@nceglingâ said: â iâd stay if i could, i promise. â [ncegling] [velkyn]
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   âMm, I knowâŚâ The Miqoâteâs reply, slurred and deepened by sleep, is simple and tired, but the understanding is no false thing. He knows the Lord Speaker is busy, knows that Ishgard rests on those shoulders of hisâ shoulders Velkyn had bitten the night before, he reminds himself with a smirk, thinking of the marks his mouth had left on the other manâs skin. He knows that Aymeric is devoted to his home, to leading Ishgard out of the dark and carrying the responsibilities that came with it. Vel canât begrudge him for that.
No matter how much he wishes the elezen would stay in bed with him, just once.
   Velkyn rolls over onto his side, curling closer to the warmth of the other man even as he retreats from the bed. His uninjured eye cracks open, squinting against the light of morning that fills the room, and Aymeric is, as always, the only thing in said room worth looking at. Velâs tail flicks beneath the sheets and he crawls his way into the spot that his lover vacates, small body curling into the warmth left behind.Â
One scarred hand reaches out from beneath the covers and catches hold of Aymericâs before he can move away entirely, lacing fingers together and drawing pale knuckles down to meet dark lips. Velkyn moves his kisses along the back of Aymericâs hand to the pulse in his wrist and back down to his palm before allowing himself to let go.Â
   âTake breaks today, or Iâll fight everyone in both houses, including you.â
He felt no desire to work today, a feeling that had become more and more frequent with Velkyn around. It had been how many years, how many decades, since he had last shirked his duty to do something irresponsible and impulsive? And here he was, fighting with the urge to give in and do it again because he just-- he wanted to. He wanted to be selfish and think about only what he wanted, not the entirety of Ishgard.Â
He had moved without thought, body slipping out of bed before he could give himself time to regret his decision, but his movement was paused and hindered when the hand grabbed his own. Crystalline blue eyes shifted to follow Velâs movements, and he found his breath catching in his throat at the miqoâte trailed a line of kisses along the back of his hand to his palm, lingering for a moment along the pulse point that ran through his wrist.
He wanted to stay. He didnât want to be anywhere else.
â... when do you have to leave?â Velkyn couldnât stay here indefinitely. Eorzea and the rest of the world would call, eventually. The fact that he had even been able to claim these small moments for himself--
-- not that he was likely to forget what they had done, either. Vel had taken great care to ensure his mark would be left for quite some time on the elezenâs body.

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SOULMATE AUS:Â 39. You and your soulmate share the same talents. What one learns, the other can also do. | @moonflowersmailbox
Flowers.
He really wasnât sure why the sudden knowledge, or even desire, to do anything with flowers had suddenly popped into his thoughts. He wasnât even sure why he had decided to give into it, picking up a few bouquets to decorate inside his manor before heading home.Â
Maybe he just wanted a bit of a change and something nice to look at for a bit.Â
The flowers were tucked away under one arm as he was walking back to the manor. There was a light snowfall dusting everything in the city, giving Ishgard a softer look for the moment - though it did nothing to disguise Moonflowerâs form, violet hair easily standing out.
âWhy do we always seem to run into each other as Iâm on my way home?â he asked, a small laugh coloring his tone.
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