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// taking a semi-hiatus.

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Mei would have never imagined Rham’ir as a marauder, and so the sudden launch into a tale made her lean closer in anticipation. For a moment, she was excited – and then dread pitted in her stomach. 

Past tense. Ah, fuck, Meiko, you’ve stepped in it now. Innocent curiosity had led her down a very personal path, but of course she listened all the same.

“I see…” Fuck, fuck, what was the polite way to respond here? Comfort? Ask for more? Why do you open your mouth, Mei? “Well, you certainly succeeded in – in that.”

Nothing sounded reasonable. Gods. She wanted to ask what happened to this marauder, but she also DID NOT.

     ❝ I was a very foolish, but desperate young man. Once I learned all I had learned prior to the battle at Carteneau, I thought I had all the tools I needed to protect him... How... very wrong I was, ❞ his voice dipped in volume at the end, but he’s able to pull himself away from those awful memories.

    ❝ Even so, it’s as though I’ve found my calling for all my failures and learning experiences. I cannot imagine myself doing anything else with my life, ❞ he says it with a smile, but an ear gently bends backwards at a slight angle, ❝ ...’Tis as though I’ve been doing it for millennia! Although I much prefer to conduct healing sessions and perform surgical procedures away from the battlefield, for obvious reasons. Perhaps in my old age, I will retire from the theatre and take to teaching healers to be. ❞

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“Rham’ir, what made you decide to study medicine and shite? Rather than, you know.” Fist met palm. “Violence.”

     Ah...

     It takes a moment for him to answer. To gather his thoughts and to steel his emotions.

    ❝ Well... I suppose before I get into that, I should first start with where I was prior. I was a ward of the Marauder’s guild. And one of my guildmates was assigned to look after me, in a sense. He was a few years older than I. And... I fell in love with him. ❞

     He smiles sadly at the memory, but his eyes and voice both soften,❝ We found ourselves one day at odds with a patrol of Garlean soldiers. He was badly wounded, and I had been, more or less, disarmed. The centurion in charge... he approached my partner with intent to kill. And I begged and pleaded for him to be spared. Take me instead, take me and conscript me, torture me all you wish, just please, spare him. ❞

     He presses his lips together, pausing to regain composure, ❝ The Centurion, surprisingly, acquiesced. Perhaps a moment of... compassion. Pity. I was not quiet with my pleas. And we were told that if we were spotted in the area again we’d be made an example of. If H’nhamu had not been injured, I thought... we could have fought them off, or at least flee from the encounter. So, I opted to travel to Gridania and plead my case to Brother E-Sumi-Yan. I wished to be a healer. Or, at the very least, a combat medic. ❞

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       you were the brightest shade of sun i had ever seen

written by vivi.

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//. i was going to write more but i am... very tired. and my therapy session is early tomorrow morning. so i think i’m gonna try to find food and turn in for the night.

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THEIR HANDS!!!!!1........ARe TOCUHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....................................

i dont think i posted this. im posting it now

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i dont think i posted this. im posting it now

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//. gently kisses everyone’s foreheads

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//. i will be re-making my solus blog as his own blog soon uwu just tired of sideblog shenanigans. want to send asks to people without awkwardly turning on anon. so keep an eye out for that!!

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IT seems that exhaustion has finally caught up to her, she notes, sitting in the gold saucer for a much-needed respite. her entire body felt heavy, the very act of sitting up draining her beyond belief. every time she tried to focus on her triple triad deck, setting it up for the next match, she found herself zoning out, eyes glazing over, until she was snapped out of it by one of the many games in the saucer.

it was odd to actually feel tired. caeda had compartmentalized it since she was a child. taking care of moogles took a lot out of you, so you tended to need all the energy you could get. perhaps she really had been running herself ragged with all her duties, but even then she could usually get away with a nap or two.

has the stress caught up to her?

lost in thought, she blinked heavily, and couldn't help herself as she almost drifted off, and immediately sat up when she realized she had actually fallen asleep for a few precious seconds on the person next to her. mortified, caeda stretched and hurriedly scooted away from the miqo'te.

"aha... sorry..."

gods strike her down.

     He did not much care for the Gold Saucer. While he could appreciate Godbert Manderville’s earnest attempt at bringing some light, justice, and goodwill to the Syndicate, the manner of the place was just... unappealing. Unpleasant. At least, for one such as himself, with preternatural senses ever at the brink of overexposure. The lights were too bright. The sounds were too loud. The smells were too... smelly. Sweat from the visitors and the overabearing ( at least, to him, they were overbearing... ) fragrances of the bunny maidens was much by its very definition and he could feel his head start to spin.

     He was starting to question why he had come in the first place--to babysit, he’s certain, but he’s halfway through a tall mulled drink and decided to let his charge have their run of the place. Perhaps his sloppily written report back to the Conjurer’s Guild would make them think twice before sending him to this cesspool of vice and sensory overload. A seat at the Triad Tables seemed like the best place to be, at an unmarked table next to one that was active that housed a young woman that seemed just ilms away from passing out herself.

     Rham’ir could empathize, and it’s what allows him to relax his position next to her and not stir when she very passively lays her head against his shoulder. He’s thankful his glass is situated on the table before him, for her sudden start merely seconds after making contact startled him in turn, and the fur on his tail stuck up straight along the spine. Ears up and pupils dilated, he looked to the young woman as she seemed to scoot away from him. It’s a milisecond he ponders if perhaps he had offended her in some way. He had only been there for a short while, and he wasn’t quite that deep in his cups--he didn’t smell, that he was aware of.

     But his senses could very well be addled due to the overabundance of stenches and further dulled by the alcohol already in his system.

     ❝ You need not be sorry, ❞ he says finally, smoothing the fur out on his tail, ❝ Are you well? You seem as though you’re about to keel over. I can order some water if you are in need. ❞

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//. i got no writing done at work because i couldn’t focus. but i’m here now uwu.

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Apollo Belvedere (details)

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