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Galvus let the group give him a makeover for the party we were going to~

reupload because I forgot a layer on the last one.

The XXth Legion Welcomes a New Legatus.

Garlemald - 15th Sun, First Astral Moon - Following the retirement of Baringarius van Valgus, Eolus van Faustinus returns to the XXth Legion as their new Legatus Legionis. 

Although a former Curiosi for the Agentes in Rebus—an investigatory schola of the Royal Guard under the jurisdiction of the magistrate—Fautinus's notable past military service included his tour with the XIVth Legion, where he received the moniker, "The Viper of Dalmasca," for his marksmanship.  

Nearly a decade ago, Faustinus also served as the XXth Legion's Tribunus Laticlavius. However, he resigned following the tragic murder of Lady Carmina—the daughter of Senator Cyrus yae Galvus. Sources indicate that Fautinus joined the investigation and subsequently played a vital role in bringing the perpetrator to justice.

Incidentally, Faustinus's reinstatement and posting to the XXth Legion follows a recent sweep of initiatives pushed by the Senate to audit military facilities and resources... Kupo.

Author: Mogium bas Kupodius

Nero:

While a man of many sensibilities and talents, he’s still more confused than if tossed head first into relics from the Crystal Tower when he wakes up, rolls over, and comes nose-to-back with one (1) passed out Warrior of Light. 

He’s no brute, pray mind, so there’s no way he’d throw them out of his bed. But he does groan. Loudly. And with much purpose. When they don't wake up, he settles in for what would either prove to be a great way to get them to murder him, or court him. 

He kisses at their neck and does his best to recite the entire first three pages of Garlond Ironworks’s employee manual in the sweetest of whispers as if playing at being lovers, waiting until they wake up. “While I’ve no recollection of the night, I’d say you certainly live up to your reputation─given the aches I feel are proof enough.”

Cid:

Despite his experience with amnesia, Cid nan Garlond has exactly zero ideas on how to handle what has to be the most stressful moment of his career, life, and budding relationship with the Warrior of Light. He stares at their ridiculous sleeping bose and scrubs a hand over his face. This is something he could handle after coffee and painkillers. 

He brews them a cup and leaves it on the counter, opting to search for their clothes same as the missing pieces of his own. When they wake, it’s with a shuffle of feet and a muffled “Hydaelyn’s tits, I drank too much.”

He waits until they’re within view to pick up the extra mug and ask, “So I take it neither of us remember, this time?”

Zenos:

He’s a hunter, born and bred for it, and yet he wakes to the Warrior of Light staring down at him with naught but sheets protecting either of their modesties. “Morning, your Imperial Highness. I’d say good,” they laugh, “but you don’t seem particularly pleased to see me.”

The vulnerability of being around his own self-declared prey without his armor on is disconcerting. The Warrior just reclines in bed, marks standing out against the curve of their throat like they’re not a vision of opulence and sensuality. They pay no mind to his discomfort in favor of stretching languidly and slipping from bed to collect their things. 

Tried to draw Solus zos Galvus and kinda derped it, i fear <:B

He looks like 25 or something REEEEE