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The words echoed through his head, unbidden in their continued manifestations.
He'd been expecting the row with Elodi after he discovered that sometimes his...lover's attempts to follow his aetheric trail would lead her off after the reflection. Such efforts have caused the Xaela to visit Eulmore once already, which was utterly disastrous to his attempts at educating her on modern societal expectations. Another attempt had led the Auri woman to Il Mheg, which was catastrophic in an entirely different fashion.
Oddly, his companion had found his reflection not in Norvrandt, but here on the Source. There was a slight moment of mistaking Elodi for himself, one that the shard gave him an earful over. Afterwards, the woman had plenty of chance to interrogate his wayward bedmate.
Elodi's conclusions and her accusations have left him unsettled. He had only recently begun to explore precisely what he thought of his Xaelic companion. The sudden invasion of his mirror's perceptions on the matter now makes him question his own.
Several hours later, he and the little Auri woman were settling down for dinner. As she often was, his companion skirted the edges of mania, chirping about her misadventures with a pixie while he prepared their meal. He can't help but smile, and sometimes shake his head, at her enthusiasm for the mischievous creatures who were so diametrically opposed to her kind.
Out of nowhere, as was often the case, she suddenly shifts the gears of their conversation, studying him intently before asking, "You seem rather tense, Para. Do you want me to prepare a bath for you?"
Her use of the diminutive of his name catches his attention. While she was slowly starting to call him at least 'Master Paradyme' or 'Paradyme' more frequently, such diminutives were reserved for particular moments. The last time she'd called him 'Para', she pampered him for hours. She bathed him in a distinctive bath she'd prepared before they retired and spent the night cuddling.
And he had enjoyed every minute of it after realising the genuine effort she was putting into such work.
"You're taking advantage of that poor girl."
He's considering her offer when Elodi's words again invade his consciousness, and he nearly drops the plate he's just picked up. Squinting, his hand reaches up to remove his glasses so he can massage the bridge of his nose. The little Xaela's in such a good mood, he doesn't want to ruin it, yet he can't banish the thought.
The feathering of clawed fingertips across his temples draws him back to the present, and he opens his eyes to discover his companion's joined him. She's staring up at him with a concerned expression, her tail already coiling around his free-hand's wrist in an attempt to comfort him. Managing a weak smile, his glasses are placed back upon his features before his hands reach up to gently smooth over her upper arms.
"What's wrong?" she softly inquires, still massaging at his temples.
It's too late now. Her bright mood has shattered, and she's demanding an explanation of him. He can either admit his concerns or try to lie to her to erase her worries.
Except...he discovers he can't bring himself to lie - not to her.
His hands reach up to hers, lowering them before guiding her back to the dining room table. At first, he considers sitting her down in one chair while he takes the other, but quickly shoves aside the thought. Instead, he sits down before pulling her onto his lap and embracing her slight form.
Taking a deep breath, he begins to try to explain things to her as a hand soothes over her lower back.
"I spoke to Elodi earlier. The conversation was...unpleasant," he begins with a sigh. He leans forward, and his forehead comes to rest against hers before he continues. "She is of the mind that I'm taking advantage of you, in all meanings of the words. Do you think I’m guilty of this?"
His companion's brow furrows a bit at the question, considering the accusation the other woman's levelled against him. The side of her finger lifts to rest against her chin as she thinks through everything, a faint little noise of concentration sounding from her lips.
"I don't think so? I've wanted to do everything that's been asked of me," she muses aloud. "Or I've done something I thought you might like, willingly. So...how can you be taking advantage of me?"
The answer doesn't manage still his mind, not in the slightest. He's too well aware that she's at least partially bound by his will, if not more than he's been willing to admit. As much as he's done everything he possibly can to avoid ever acting upon such consciously, he questions whether he does so without thinking. Ultimately, there's been very little she's done that he hasn't been pleased with. She even managed to make playing with the wax of candles enjoyable for him - and he's never liked it before.
"...because I summoned you," he finally admits, the words very raw and ugly after being denied for so long. "I summoned you and thus bound you to my will. As much as either of us would like otherwise, I'm still your Master."
At first, she simply stares at him, a little dumbfounded by the fact he's finally admitted such after weeks of denial. Then she does something that unnerves him even more than her wide-eyed staring.
She begins to giggle, almost uncontrollably.
Her bright and erratic laughter lacks so much control, she nearly spills out of his lap. Had he not been holding onto her as he was, she would have fallen right to the floor. The giggling is a little bewildering, after how intense his admission was, leaving him blinking rapidly as he tightens his arms about her.
"...Epis, this isn't..." he starts to interject, finding his embarrassment is keeping him from being able to properly do so.
Without warning, she wriggles out of his arms before giving him a peck on his cheek, leaving him even more bewildered by her behaviour. He's given a little wink as her giggling subsides enough for her to speak.
"Oh, Para! Silly boy!" she chirps brightly. "You're aether's still too restricted for you to be able to control me!"
As if to prove her point, she starts skipping out of the room, almost singing, "I'm off to Eulmore - don't wait up!"
She's gone before he can finish yelling, "EPIS NO!"
((I am so not sorry! Thanks for the ask, @paradymeshift! I regret nothing, dear.))
"Ah, Ashe. I'm glad you remain alive after all this time." Its been several months since Frances, the daughter of General Fran, fled to Eorzean, and here she was, having returned to Ivalice.
Turning from the footsoldier giving his report, the woman looks at the half-Viera with an almost blank expression for a split second before giving a small smile to the other woman. She quickly finishes receiving the report from the man before dismissing him in favour of the lapin-like woman.
“Welcome home, Miss Frances,” she warmly greets, making a move off towards the other end of the waterway. “Neither of your parents is here, at the moment, I’m afraid. Is there aught I can assist you with?”
The boy follows along behind her, almost as if he were a lost puppy. While she still acts as though it annoys her, she's actually gotten used to it and would feel a little lonely if he didn't.
She'd met him when she first arrived at the Studium, which seems like a lifetime ago, given that their graduation was just on the horizon. At the time, she'd been the youngest student allowed into the scholastic institution, and this caused ostracisation by her new peers.
Except for the boy following along behind her. It didn't cause him to become a total pariah as she had. But many students distanced themselves from him after he was insistent about becoming her friend.
At first, she refused to answer him. She would just stare mutely as he tried to make conversation with her until she was able to find a way to exit. With how the other students treated her, she couldn't trust his intentions, not at first.
But he persisted.
In their first year at the Studium, he would always sit beside her, despite the fact she would sit at the back of the room. During lunchtime, he'd join her at whatever empty table he found her at. He'd walk with her between classes, then walk her home after their studies ended.
The entire time, she didn't speak a word to him. At first, he'd try to engage her in conversation by asking questions, however, eventually, he simply would talk without actively trying to engage. He would complain about their coursework, about their teachers, about the different happenings around Sharlayan. Interspersed amid the more mundane topics, he'd compliment her on something - her test performances, her ability in the training yards, how she was dressed. He always found a reason to laud her every single day.
On the very last day of their first year, as he was walking her home and giving her praise for her final grade, she finally spoke.
"Why?" she asks, coming to a halt.
The question and her sudden ceasing of movement throw the boy off-guard, causing his jaw to drop as he turns to look at her. It's not like he never heard her speak, as she would answer questions in classes all the time, but she's never spoken to him.
"Why what, Claire?" he returns, seeking clarification before giving an answer.
She motions to him, her confusion filling her features as she repeats, "Why?"
He knows what she's asking, he knew before trying to get her to clarify it. He wants to hear her actually say it, and so he evades answering once more.
"What about me, Claire?" he answers in kind before he starts holding his breath again.
Anger mixes with the confusion that covers her features as she stamps her foot and motions at him again, a little more violently than the first time.
"Why have you done all this, Arik?" she demands more forcefully. "Why haven't you given up? Why haven't you done something horrible to me like the rest of them? Why me?"
His breath is slowly released as each question is asked of him, a broad smile breaking across his lips. Despite her eternal silence, she'd noticed everything.
Grinning, he reaches for the satchel she's clinging to, intent on carrying it for her. She initially refuses to release the object, continuing to study his features for a long moment, particularly his eyes. Something in his bright light-blue gaze gives her pause before she surrenders the bag to him.
Emboldened, he reaches up and places his palm against her cheek as he murmurs, "...because you deserve better, Claire. Why else would I do it?"
Her arm had raised, intent on striking him. But his words cause her to freeze, hand more appearing to reach than to strike all a sudden. For all the threat of violence, his hand remains right where it's at, continuing to smile at her.
That smile widens as he feels her hand lower and lightly grip his upper arm. As much as he's dying to kiss her, lips instead find their way to her forehead in compromise. Her startled little gasp at the affection fills his chest with a warm but silent roar.
Flushing, she steps away and diverts her eyes towards the road that will lead to her parents' estate.
"I-- I need to get home soon, Arik," she murmurs. "Can we-- can we please continue?"
A nod is given in answer as he turns to walk beside her. He's absolutely beaming, even though she doesn't look at him the rest of the way home.
She's finally accepted him, and he's somewhere on cloud nine.
((Thanks for the ask, @danteredstonexiv! This memory takes place around the time Claire’s barely 12.))
I like well-written sexy characters; however, many of the ones running around XIV aren’t all that well-written, in my opinion.
I really don’t find it necessary to continually point out how sexy a character is, or describe one of their hot features is. Hammering on that over and over in the emotes gets really old really quick. It’s one thing, upon initially meeting someone, to write out some basic points along those lines if there’s a lot of deviance in look from the character model. But after that, it should be scaled back to be more subtle, and focus more on how the character moves and acts than the visceral discriptions most people use to attract attention.
Flaunting your tits or your cock doesn't make you interesting or special. Describing something like the subtle crossing or uncrossing of the legs, the way the character reclines in a seat, how they run a fingertip along their jawline - stuff like that's far more interesting than yet-another-post about how large the breasts or package are, or how they're straining to escape their coverings.
A character can still be blatantly sexual even when the writing of such is subtle; usually, the more subtle you are about such things, the more interested people are.
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Thankfully, she was neither Miqo'te nor Hrothgar, and while her curiosity has gotten her killed a few times, her satisfaction always brought her back. She never particularly appreciates the trip home when such happens, but it usually doesn't take all that long for her return.
Aside from this last time, but that was sort of an exceptional situation, and she'd never let such happen again.
So, rather than stare at the man's tattoos from across the room, she bounces up to his table. Halting right beside him, she leans over until she's entirely bent at her waist, peering at the tribal designs with her face not even an ilm from his.
Of course, that's when she sees the strange details of his eyes. Now that she's that close to his face.
Leaning sideways and twisting her torso, the man suddenly finds her face right before his, the tip of her nose practically touching his. Crimson eyes cross a little as she inspects his pupils, her curiosity more than written across her features.
Face shifting to the right of his, she manages to lean even further forward as she studies the pupil of that eye. Clawed hands are now lightly gripping his shoulders for balance, and her lips briefly rest on his cheek for a long moment, due to the proximity.
All a sudden, those lips pucker and plant a proper kiss right where they're at, smooching his cheek before she leans back with a giggle.
"Are you some kinda demon?" she finally asks. "Eyes like those don't happen every day, y' know!"
((Thanks for the ask, @danteredstonexiv! Though I’m sure somewhere, Epis’ master is screaming, “Epis, NO!” XD))
21. What is something that causes them great anxiety?
Life causes Kym’a anxiety. He’s long been a nervous little ball of fluff. Before my HDD crash, I had a silly little drawing of him being such that @sedatayuun randomly did one night. He’s getting a little better with it, but he’s still something of a Nervous Nelly.
Ashe has a lot of anxiety from her responsibilities and the national secrets she has to keep. They were heightened during her first relationship because she was afraid there would be little way for her to actually settle down with the person long-term.
Claire’s got massive anxiety about potentially being found by the hunters her homeland has sent out after her. She - or her allies - have already killed several in the past 6 years alone, and she’s killed even more over the full 11 - 12 years she’s been in Eorzea.
Epis has anxiety about people learning of her origins, and either cutting off their connection or outright trying to kill her for it. Paradyme does his best to help her keep such obfuscated, but it’s swiftly getting difficult to do so.
Yup! I’ve been a part of the SCA off and on since 1995.
I was coming out of a McDonald’s in a suburb of Salt Lake City, and noticed that a guy had a full set of plate armour and several mock weapons in his trunk, and I entirely inappropriately pinned him to his car and started grilling him on why he had 16th century armour in his trunk, and the moment he said there was an entire organisation involved, I basically shook him down to get into the group. XD
Thankfully, he absolutely adored the situation, and we became fairly good friends. A few years ago, he ended up having a run as the King of Artemisia. We sadly missed each other the one year he managed to make it to Pennsic.
Aside for two years after a car wreck (2014 and 2015), I missed War, but otherwise, I’ve been going every year since 2001, when a friend was like “Why aren’t you going to Pennsic when you live in Pennsylvania?” - which was a very good question.
The Wars from 2011 to 2013, I worked in Auntie Arwen’s spice shop (I also helped run her Etsy and general website for those years). There was a debacle when the two women who manage the shop for Auntie decided to oust my friend from her role of managing it, and as much as I adore Auntie, I can’t work for those women. But, that freed me up to learn high-end baking from the gentleman in our camp who bakes bread every morning - I actually took over for him most of the War last year, till I got sick and had to go home early.
The group I camp with, O’Choda, is based out of CT/NH though. I rarely get to see them outside of War. I generally make our Winter Gather, and I keep trying to make pre-War Summer Gather but keep missing it. Most of the other events, I can’t make it too, though I’ve been to a Birka.
My camp has a group who runs/attends a lightsaber combat school in NH, so we all take our lightsabers to spar a little, though we don’t actually ignite them. I made a super quick scabbard for mine out of fabric scraps I had.
