#zyren

Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh by @gomzdrawfr of my boy Zyren harassing Graves. Love so much. 💖

A great commission for @ivcrn

Again thank you so much for commissioning me and being such an absolute sweetie <3333 This was so fun to draw!!!

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"You keep chattering you're going to crack those pretty little teeth." Zy would chuckle out, gaze focused on steepling the dusty wood the safe house had. The howling winds buffeting the rickety building Zyren, from Shadow Company and Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, from Task Force 141 were holed up in.

It was a simple recon mission, one where Graves happily lended one of his 'best' to the Task Force since they were one man down. A show of good will, as well as Well wishes for the Scotsman to get better. A miracle that the bullet hadn't caused more damage. Graves always did like that snappy dog. All things considered.

"Will you shut yer trap already?" Gaz spat out, rifling through his rucksack. Looking for his heat packs to stuff inside his sleeping roll with him. He always was shit with cold. Narrowed eyes glaring at the blond, more specifically the long coat that brushed the floor while he worked on prepping the fire.

"Keep growling and I might let you." Another low laugh lips curled in a smirk as Zyren shifted slightly, withdrawing a knife and piece of metal. A few clacks and the cold room would be a bit brighter, to skilled for this wildlife shit clearly.

"French arse..." tugging his coat tighter, Gaz averted his gaze mumbling under his breath. "Shouldn' 'ave warned 'im about the ice..."

A low rumbling chuckle that made Gaz's skin crawl, "Easy there with the foreplay, you know I get excited easy."

Gaz's eyes would widen in mortification, mouth opening to bite back only to me smack in the face by something warm. Something that smelt distinctly of gunpowder and metal. Already moving to yank the warmth, Zy's much larger coat, around his shoulders. Melting into the much needed warmth. Irritated flaring as the blond didn't seem bothered about the loss of his coat, much more focused on the fire struggling to grow beneath the merc's careful hand. The scatching bite fading on Gaz's tongue as he watched the soft warm light of the fire reflect on the blonds face. Making him almost- No! Not happening!

"Stay on your side you... Stupid French bastard!"

"Awww, are we mad about me being French... Or because I'm Shadow Company? You can be honest it'll be our little secret."

"You-!" A swift movement and Gaz had turned on Zy, teeth bared in anger.

A well placed puff of air, and the fire would properly ignite. Licking along the dry logs, crackling softly. "Me~"

"You- J-jus' sod off you bloody bastard!" A thump as Gaz turned throwing himself into his sleeping roll and trying to leech what warmth he could. A shiver crawling through him from the cold embrace of his blanket.

A sigh and a small grunt as Zy leaned against the wall. Staying close to the fireplace to toss the occasional log and savor the warmth it released. "Keep getting riled up, it'll keep you warmer in the long run."

"You really need someone to shut that French ego up afore it gets you killed."

"Keep up the foreplay and I'll let you 'shut me up'."

The dualities of Zyren my OC

yes he's from ffxiv

Winds carry you to me

On a soft, caressing breeze

Let me fly into