#charmingbrute

As soon as he'd stepped across that threshold, Safiri was no longer the Warrior of Light. He wasn't the Eikon Slayer, the Liberator of Doma or the Hero of Eorzea (though Maru was inclined to let him keep the title of Stealer of Pants).

He was just Safiri.

And every single time the man was free of his armour, regardless of the state of him, Maru would wind his arms around him, press his nose into Firi's neck and just hold on for a long moment. Sometimes his lover's arms would wind around him in return. Sometimes they'd remain at his sides. Sometimes he'd feel the Hyur lean into the embrace and press his nose into soft white hair.

None of that changed even when Maru refused to be left behind again. Even though the Miqo'te was right by his side come hell or high water, the ritual remained the same.

He worried about it being overbearing. He worried that Firi wanted to strip away his armour under his own power but by the gods did Maru need to touch him. He needed to feel Firi's warmth and strength beneath his hands every moment of every damn day to know he was still there, still whole.

And he was again, though Maru cupped his cheeks and pulled him down to press his lips to a shallow scrape across the brunet's cheekbone.

He wasn't allowed to part from the Hyur afterwards either, because Safiri's hands rose to mirror the grip and their lips met in a gentle kiss. A thankyou, an assurance, an apology all rolled into one.

Maru pressed closer, made a soft noise into the kiss and had to remind himself that Firi was not a tree to be climbed as soon as his armour was off. Restraint was not entirely his forté when it came to Safiri though and he deepened the kiss, sliding a hand into short brunet hair as he did.

Barely out of his armour (and Maru was still in his gear) and the Miqo'te couldn't get enough of him.

Firi was his.

He might have to share the man with the rest of the world but there, with the closed door between them and the world beyond, Safiri was his. And he was going to make the most of every second they had together.

Breaking the kiss for air, the temptation was there to go in for another but in a remarkable display of self control, Maru held himself back, lowered his hands to Firi's chest and pressed gently.

"I want you," he admitted softly, despite it being nothing really out of the ordinary. "But more than that, I want you to stop apologising. You've nothing - nothing - to apologise for.

( 🐇 ) THE DOOR SLAMS open as clementine enters in force. she's furious and the feeling of betrayal and pain was barely withheld as it wafted off the traveller in waves. she spots her uncle near instantly, it was hard to NOT all things considered: he was akin to a bloody tree with how he TOWERED OVER MOST.

❝ HOW LONG ? ❞ her words are blurted out past her lips as she comes up to stand across from ares, looking up at him with a anger in her eyes and hurt. she swallows hard, fists clenched as she did best to not let the tears of pain that threatened to slide DOWN HER CHEEKS.

❝ HOW LONG HAVE you known ? that athena, your sister, KILLED MY MOTHER. ❞ she still does not know why but she's coming to learn that it was naught JUST ares that hid this information from her. but also APOLLO AND ARTEMIS. lahabrea.

BELOW HER, TENDRILS of her transformed form begin to create a puddle under her, her emotions growing OUT OF CONTROL.

SHE TRUSTED HER uncle to be honest with her. she trusted ALL OF THEM to do so.

WHAT A FOOL she had been.

Emojis for Headcanons [meme] :: Accepting (Modern/Angelegna)

When you said “Hi” I forgot my dang name, set my heart aflame, every part aflame.

It’s flattering, to be sure- Solana muses to herself with a bright and cheerful laugh, her smile wide even as she fixes him with a slightly skeptical (Albeit also rather amused) look, her face lightly flushed a soft shade of pink. “Well now, ain’t y’ a smooth talker~” She bats her lashes, twirling a lock of hair around her finger as her gaze slowly roams over his person- making it rather clear that he did indeed have all of her attention for the given moment. Solana was accustomed to this sort of banter, back and forth flirts with strangers at bars or the passing traveler looking to entertain themself for a little while.

And she certainly got enjoyment out of it herself- that brief little thrill of interest when someone would catch her eye, or the other way ‘round.. taking some brief solace from what ever ailed them both in the comfort of banter, intimacy, or fleeting feelings of camaraderie. It was, perhaps, one of the only things that momentarily brought her much of anything.

i forgot... it's the nasty sideburns that have to go first

{ Fankid Pls! | Accepting }

Astrid Zhojo is an utter mystery, put down as a blessing of the gods by all who hear of her origins. An orphan living in Limsa Lominsa, she intends to track down her fathers one day... even if only to uncover their demises.

R'zhojo Tia had run from his tribe the moment his grandmothers decided that none of his uncles or great-uncles would make for acceptable Nuhns, and instead turned their attention to himself and his three brothers and deciding that he was the only acceptable man of the lot. He wasn't interesting in caring for an entire tribe, and set off to adventure on his own terms instead. Most of his one-night stands ended up being with Moonkeeper ladies who didn't want his interference. But not all of them.