#feldspar ruby

If you visit The Cracked Cluster bar,

You should enjoy a drink with Feldspar,

He's an accomplished bartender,

So why not be a big spender,

And leave generous tips in the jar!

Some further poetical nonsense! This time to celebrate the birthday of the fantastic @loldragoon-ffxiv and their wonderful OC Feldspar Ruby.

One of the first blogs I ever followed on Tumblr, this one comes highly recommended, with beautiful gposes and terrific writing - and some of the shapeliest calves in all Eorzea.

Co-Writer, with @scholarlostintime, of one of the most moving romances I've ever had the pleasure of reading, this is a blog with some serious talent behind it. Please give it a follow if you're not following already.

tagged by: no one, but @scholarlostintime made me want to do it >_>

The sun begins to set over Camp Dragonhead, and a pastel-pink-haired boy holds out a flower to his mother.

“What is this?” She grins, plucking it from his fingers and tucking it into her hair.

“Daddy picked it.” The boy turns to look at his father, tying up his chocobo. “It’s a rose.”

Grin widening, “Did he, now?” She makes eye contact with the silver-haired man before raising an eyebrow. “What about the mountain of paperwork on your desk from this morning?”

“How many opportunities will I have to pick roses for my wife with my son in unseasonably beautiful Coerthan weather?” He pouts, and she sighs.

“You are lucky this camp survives you.” She steps forward, wrapping her arms around his waist. He runs his fingers through pink hair and chuckles in response to her teasing. After a few moments, he pulls away.

“I’m afraid the time has come for me to go.” Haurchefant smiles apologetically, putting his hand on her shoulder. The sky turns dark all at once.

“No… please, you can’t leave us,” Zoisite begs, covering his hand with hers and clutching it desperately. “You can’t leave me. I can’t do this without you. Just another day more…” The child, equally distraught, wraps his arms around her leg and squeezes before Zoisite bursts into tears.

“Now, what did I say?” Haurchefant reaches out, gently nudging her chin upwards until she’s looking up at him.

Zoisite smiles weakly, A smile better suits a hero.

When she blinks, he’s gone.

-x-

She stands across from the boy, an adult now, in Borel Manor, his brows furrowed with anger.

“You’re not my mother, not really.” He spits, and she nods, accepting the lecture.

“You’re right,” She agrees as she sniffles. “But I love you anyway. I always will. If you can’t forgive me, I understand…”

“I can hardly look at you, let alone forgive you.” He mumbles, turning to leave, before disappearing as his father did, in a blink.

-x-

Alphinaud holds her to his chest as she sobs. “I’m certain he can take care of himself, he will be back.”

“But what if he doesn’t?” Zoisite pulls away, face red with tears. “What if we-“

-x-

He told himself, and Fen as well, once, that he wanted to take things slow. He was inexperienced, excessively emotional, and all around convinced he wasn’t ready to be intimate with someone else. But, of course, he did it anyway. It was all very romantic. A nice dinner, a quiet walk through Limsa at dusk. Caught up in the moment and the excitement and everything that encompassed Fenetrie Leveilleur, Feldspar let himself come to the conclusion this is as good a night as any.

And it was amazing.

His feelings afterward were… more conflicted. He knew his heart was seriously outpacing his mind, almost leading him to blurt out an exaggerated confession of his sentiments in the afterglow. And he thought he might feel different, somehow inherently changed, but all Feldspar could feel was the lingering sense of Fen’s fingers on his skin, and the trace amounts of aether Feldspar swears he must have left behind.

Fully dressed but with no motivation to leave his bed, Feldspar pouted. He couldn’t do it today… the tedious errands, the commute to Limsa, running into Fen-

The thought of his roommate only amplified his feeling of dread.

Fen’s lips on Feldspar’s neck, hands wandering over bare skin, “This is dangerous territory we’re in.”

Feldspar grabbing Fen’s hands by the wrists, stopping him from going any further, “I’m sorry, it’s just…”

Fen had claimed to understand, but his demeanor when Feldspar admitted his apprehension turned distant, again.

Feldspar’s suspicion that Fen was merely using him as a physical distraction was looking more and more plausible with the passing of each day.

The sheer velocity at which the two of them transitioned between acquaintances to almost lovers had admittedly shaken Feldspar. He couldn’t bring himself to cross that line when it came down to it. Let alone with someone whose fiancée had recently disappeared and who seemed genuinely apprehensive about his feelings only a few days prior.

Did his theory have weight? Feldspar couldn’t ignore that his near every attempt at casual conversation devolved into heated kisses, though his flirty personality might be to blame for that as well. Nor had they clarified the nature of their relationship in any way.

Feldspar felt the warmth of sunlight shining down on him through the windows, legs tangled in his, someone else’s breath on his bare chest…

As his eyes fluttered open, he spotted familiar white hair, and he smiled, caressing the other man’s arm with his fingertips. He could stay here forever, probably.

Fen stirred, looking up at him merely smiling. Stretching out an arm and wrapping it around Feldspar’s waist, he pulled him in closer, until both their chests and foreheads were touching.

“‘Morning,” Feldspar mumbled, before pressing his lips to Fen’s. “Sleep well?”

“Mmmm,” Fen answered the question by returning the kiss and immediately deepening it, running his fingers through Feldspar’s hair, letting a quiet moan escape his lips-

A crashing sound interrupted Feldspar’s sleep, forcing him to abandon his dream and face both of the carbuncles staring back at him in the dark, chittering away as a half a dozen books lay displaced on the floor behind them.

He groaned, grabbing his pillow and covering his face with it. Fen was talking to him, yes, and they did spend a good percentage of the day prior exploring one another’s mouths, but it was far too soon to be dreaming of waking up next to the other man.

“Why?” Feldspar whined, both at the carbuncles for waking him up and making a mess, but also at his infatuation.