#entry 8

A/N : more footage from alex. unsure who wouldve posted this in blog canon LOL.. cause its not seth

I'm really proud of this one.

If I manage to get colored text to work, MC's color will most likely be purple.

one other blog entry i havent fully forgot yet was for south park order of the stick and the only thing i rember blogrunner pointing out was fatphobia. which may or may not be incorrect i dont know anything about south park

Brian. Brian doesn't talk to me. It's... hard, to say the very least. It feels wrong.

FFxivWrite 2022 FFxivWrite22 Masterpost Prompt #8: Tepid “M’headed home, Princess.” Val leaned in close to exchange a sweet, lingering kiss with Faye before he took his leave of her. “D’ya want me t’run a bath for ya?” “That would be lovely, dearest, thank you.” The lovers ended their embrace and Val left the Hyur to her work at the teahouse. Bells passed before she made her way home, tired and ready to unwind. She slipped off her boots and gloves and made her way to the washroom where a bath was already drawn for her, dipping her fingers into the water to test just as Val appeared to lean in the doorway. “S’it hot ‘nough for ya, Princess?” Her lips pursed into a frown as she withdrew her hand, gently shaking her fingertips dry. “It’s lukewarm already.” “Oh, shit.” The Miqo’te quickly righted his posture as if he had just remembered something. “I guess it’s been a while since the last time. I forgot t’refill it again…” He made his way forward to right this egregious wrong, rolling up his sleeve and plunging a tattooed arm into the water to pull the plug at the bottom of the claw-footed tub and let the tepid water drain. “Again?” Faye questioned as the meaning of his words began to set in. “Yeah, ‘f course,” he answered simply. “Val… how many… times do you refill the bath before I get home?” she asked slowly, knowing this was a common ritual for them. He shrugged his shoulders as the water began to swirl its way down the drain and he turned toward her, his arm still dripping with water. “I dunno. At least a few. Usually more ‘n I can count.” “Val… I…” Faye’s sentence went nowhere and instead she just stared at her husband. Few could stun the woman into silence, but for Val, it was no challenge. How easily he could say something so stupid– “How else ‘m I s’posed t’keep the water hot when there’s no tellin’ how late you’ll get home?” “I… don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it. I suppose I just thought somehow you timed it well every time.” His lips curled into that shit-eating grin of his. “C’mon, Princess. I know ‘m talented, but not even I’m that good.” Was the warmth rising to her cheeks a blush spurred by his impressive dedication or just the fury of her incredulousness? Faye hated how much she was attracted to this fool. @its-the-val-pal​

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