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shining flower in the night

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clear skies and clear minds

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good evening...

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waiting

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paths that never cross

What if Pyxis had never been chosen by Hydaelyn? If they had to live through the concequences the Calamity bestowed upon their family, their community, their home? Comforted by the stars more than ever before, though afraid to leave the familiarities of Gridania and the local area, their life is very different.

Does it mean that their heart belongs to someone else too?

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the sun, the stars, and the moon

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"Thall's balls, this shirt is tight. Pyxis, can you help?"

"Oh, of course! Let me just-"

"O-Oh... I didn't realise- I mean..."

"Where are you-" "G-Give me a second, just stay right there!"

"You had no intention of helping at all, did you?" "Perhaps… not right away…"

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A streak of light from the blind-shaded setting sun stretches out into the room, and Raubahn's eyes flutter open in kind. A throbbing ache spreading across his temple clashes with his attempts to piece together answers to the various questions forming: the first that was clear enough to work on was figuring out why he was back in their bedroom. Pyxis had gone to lie down not too long ago - at least, what he was only assuming was the case at least - having starting with a headache of their own, and he had just gone to the kitchen to get them a glass of water. So then when he looked over to the other side of the bed did he not see them there? Reaching out to smooth over the empty spot beside him, the hand that enters his vision is familiar, but for the wrong reasons.

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Bringing the hand - supposedly his hand? - up close, Raubahn tries to focus on the white scales but finds himself having to squint, causing pressure to build in the already rapidly growing headache. Everything seemed to be in focus enough, but some of the finer details blurred together. Still, even with a cursory glance, he knew this hand all too well.

It was Pyxis'.

So why did their fingers move with each command his body sent out to them?

Closing his eyes, Raubahn takes a long, deep, metered breath. He must still be dreaming. That had to be the answer to all of the questions. Maybe when they had returned after their visit to pick up dinner they had both grown weary, gone to lie down for a spell together, and he had just dreamt everything else after that. A dream within a dream, and for some reason, he was… in her body. The way the light spread out as if a star in the night sky made more sense to him as he spots Pyxis' glasses on the side table; was this really how everything looked to them without-

"Raubahn..?" His voice calls out. Softer, quieter, gentler than he's ever heard it before. And from the other side of the room.

Bolting upright, his gaze falls upon his own visage - yet it wasn't in a passing reflection. Watching himself take a step forwards, the absurdity of the situation buries itself far into the back of his mind as he catches the pained expression on his face. Pyxis was in there. Experiencing everything he had gotten used to, even if it had only been a few short years. Battling pains he'd had to grow used to. The way they grab at the cloak hiding what is no longer there, he knows that pose all too well. There were days he could still feel the missing arm, and gods it ached. Admittedly, earlier that afternoon it had started playing up again, but nothing that a distracting, long patrol couldn't help with.

Pyxis currently didn't have that luxury.

Somewhere deep down, they knew that it still had to hurt. They'd heard about others with missing limbs having the sensation that they were still there, but it caused them nothing but misery. Raubahn had never expressed anything along those lines before, and they'd just assumed that perhaps he didn't experience those phantom pains. Perhaps when the chirurgeons were able to help aid with the healing process, they'd found a a way to stop the false pains from occurring. Yet, as if they were in their own body, Pyxis could still try and form a fist in his missing left hand, and it burned and stabbed and ached with each attempt.

Clutching at the healed bicep above his signature cloak, they took a cautionary step towards him. Towards themselves. It wasn't the first time they had seen their body under the control of someone else, to lose control of the place that connected them to the elementals and the star as a whole, yet to know that it was Raubahn who was in there… somehow this time it was worse. He'd be able to feel every strand of hair that brushed over their horns, the light weight of the glasses resting just atop of them sending shivers down their spine; as sensitive as they were, these were things that they'd grown used to after decades of desensitisation.

Worse than that, he'd know that the light had left more scars than they'd ever spoken of. Whilst there were no raised or healed over marks on their skin, scorch marks embedded in their aether often flared up enough to be un-ignorable. Whilst they had said that a headache was the reason they had to lie down after taking care of some after dinner chores, now he'd know the real reason. How he could still manage to lean forward and stare at his own body with such concern, without flinching or demanding to know why that pain was there, was enough to know that he lived with just as much hidden agony as they did.

The dull throbbing in their arm as they stepped forwards once more, already having reached the foot of the bed with ease, was the final confirmation they needed.

"Pyxis, look at me." Raubahn's words are low, but lack the gravel that he's used to. Hearing Pyxis' voice reverberating in their chest, in their head, in their horns - seven hells how did they wear their glasses and hair down every day when even their voice made him want to rip the curved horns from the side of his head? - was somehow still a comfort. He may have been an unwelcome visitor in their body, he would never have said the same for them in his. If he had been taken somewhere else, swapped with anyone else, and was unable to comfort them right now… At least he could still protect the Au Ra from closer than he ever could have imagined.

"I never knew—" Pyxis starts, eyebrows raising slightly at the tone that they're able to produce, but soon furrow back down as the gaze shifts to the limp arm resting across their body. Their - his - left arm. "Raubahn, I'm sorry, I never knew…" Words die in their throat, and their gaze can no longer move from the still hand. They both know he could move it. It's still there, and not a falsity his body is trying to trick him into moving. He could probably feel the ridges of the scales that curve around their legs, but some part of him choosing to ignore it - to blank out anything that could be perceived as false, a feeling he was making up.

"Why are you apologising, my moon?" Despite himself, Raubahn finds himself hearing the soft laugh he'd fall in love with every day trailing his words. Watching as his own body gets closer, kneeling down so they were face to face to face, a sensation he'd not felt for years mixes with one he'd never experienced before - and one once they'd figured out how to return to their rightful bodies he'd never experience again. The rough calluses on his fingers wrap around their left hand, causing the long tail he'd not had time to come to terms with curl and flicker in surprise. To be wrapped up in a gentle, caring warmth, despite the harsh edges that he had built up after years of fighting, it felt strange. The fact that the strength of their grip was the only thing that concerned him was another surprise. Not only could he feel the - usually his own - rough skin pressing against the mix of raised scales and much softer skin, the fingers that would usually cause him anguish to move twitched with ease.

"Does it hurt?" Pyxis asks, his question left unanswered. There were so many things they wanted to apologise for, even if none of them were needed, and they had all moved to the back of their mind. Was their hand always this small in the midst of his? If they weren't careful, then-

"Pyxis, look at me," Raubahn repeats, reaching out to press the palm of his free hand against the rough scars on their cheek. It was his turn to dodge answers to questions he knew they didn't really want to know the answer to. Despite the other's silence, their gazes finally meet.

"You have nothing to apologise for. I have my own apologies to make, but now is not the time for that." Raubahn offers them a small smile - what he wouldn't give to be able to see it for himself, as seeing the corners of his own lips curving wasn't the same as being able to see their smile - and is glad to put them at some level of ease. "We'll figure this out."

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In the eternal light, dreams don't come easy.

When they do, at least they bring some comfort.

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While I work on getting my FFXIV mojo back and coming out (of my cage) hiatus, I thought this drive might be a good transitionary stage for my brain to get back into community projects! So, please consider this another run of Sea's Single-Word (Anything) Drive!

What is a single-word (anything) drive?

I'm glad you asked! The single-word (anything) drive is an extension (and evolution) of my single-word fic drive, where writers would create a small fic based on a word of my choice and post it for the community to read.

These days, I want to give people the opportunity engage in creative mediums beyond writing; aka:

Gpose

Art

Headcanons

Meta Analysis

...and more!

Whatever makes you happy and engaged creatively with Final Fantasy XIV!

By liking/reblogging this post, you consent for me to go into your askbox to send a one-word prompt generated from this website, picked from a selection of five, as a prompt for you do something creative with your oc. I will then queue any and all completed works to my character question tag, which can be found here, as well as posting them to my Tumblr Community over at SEAFLOOR (though you and other members are welcome to reblog them there in my absence, too)! Some members even like to think their work in my project Discord, but that's not mandatory. ✨

There is no word limit or time limit, no barrier for skill, and you are welcome to ask for another prompt if the original one doesn't vibe. This is all about giving you the opportunity to explore a concept or part of your character you might not have considered, or expand upon your artistic/technical ability.

Sea, when does the drive end?

I'm going to be kind to myself and open the drive until next Sunday, April 6, with most of the prompts being send over today and that weekend. So, if you don't get one right away, please expect it next weekend!

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@theocxcanonweek #6: hug from behind pyxis x raubahn

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@theocxcanonweek #5: kiss beneath the stars pyxis x raubahn

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@theocxcanonweek #3: kiss during a sunset pyxis x raubahn

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@theocxcanonweek #1: kiss in the rain pyxis x raubahn

so i was going to be prepared for this week but then the world fell over for a little bit so i locked in this weekend and got all the poses done because how could i not pose my two ocxcanon ships 😤

so now i've scheduled all of the posts every hour on the hour so between 6pm-12am GMT there'll be a new pose!

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Looking for a prince? They may not be royalty, but they can certainly try for the right person...

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Is breaking the law sometimes justified in your OC's view? Or is this something they would consider only under the most dire of circumstances - if at all?

The law is the law, but sometimes the rules in place are too strict. Plus, some of the laws change from place to place anyway, so why not just follow a moral code and concequences be damned?

Pyxis is not one to buck the trend at the best of times anyway, so their usual approach to situations tend to stick within the rules as written, but if the circumstances are dire enough and it means they have to go on a prison break to free someone who had been wrongfully imprisoned... Then it's all for the greater good in the end, so it can't be 'illegal', right?

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OC Asks In The Library.

A little list of OC Asks based on various literary genres.

Action and Adventure:

Is your OC particularly "heroic"? What does that word mean to them? Have they always seen it as something to aspire to - or perhaps as a fate to be avoided?

Does your OC enjoys travelling to new places and challenging themselves with new experiences? Or would they sooner stick to the comforting and the familiar?

Is your OC more likely to be the rescuer, or the one in need of rescue? Have they ever found themselves in either role? Or perhaps both?

How dynamic is your OC? Are they quick to leap into action? Or are they more sluggish or sedate?

How handy is your OC in a fight? Could they give a good account of themselves in a brawl? Or are they more likely to hide under a table?

Romance and Erotica:

Does your OC utilise their looks to get their own way? Or is it more often the case that their appearance is a hindrance to their ability to connect with others?

Has your OC always had a clear idea of the kind of person they would fall in love with? Were they right? Or do they have yet to find out?

How much interest does your OC take in the love lives of others? Are they keen to give and receive the latest gossip? Or do they prefer remain unaware of other people's business in that regard?

How important is it to your OC that they are desirable? Does it matter to whom?

Has your OC ever dreamed of being a romantic hero or heroine? What would be the ideal storyline in which they could play such a role?

Crime and Mystery:

Does your OC enjoy puzzles, riddles and logic problems? Or do they find them frustrating or tiresome?

Is breaking the law sometimes justified in your OC's view? Or is this something they would consider only under the most dire of circumstances - if at all?

Has your OC ever uncovered the truth behind a mystery or rumour? Have they perhaps solved a murder, discovered a lost city or translated a prophecy?

If your OC was the victim of a crime, or other immoral act, would they report it to the authorities or would they take it upon themselves to enact vengeance?

Is your OC open about their past and their current motivations? Or do they prefer to keep an element of mystery - or even to appear as someone entirely different to who they truly are?

Humour and Satire:

Is your OC a "good sport"? Or do they bristle at the first sign of disrespect or mockery? How far can people go with teasing them?

Does your OC have any favourite clean jokes, suitable for polite company? Are they considered to be particularly witty and amusing socially?

Is your OC the sort of person to find slapstick amusing? Or do they prefer more sophisticated forms of comedy?

Does your OC like to tease or mock others? Do the targets of their jokes usually find it amusing themselves? Or are they often cruel or bullying in their attempts to humiliate others?

How good is your OC at recognising sarcasm and/or irony?

Young Adult and Children:

Did your OC have a favourite bedtime story as a child? Do they remember it clearly now?

Does your OC come from a culture where there are rituals or celebrations to mark the transition from childhood to adulthood?

How old would your OC say they were at the point their childhood ended? Do they consider this too soon? Or perhaps too late?

Does your OC prefer happy endings? Or do they consider themselves too sophisticated - or perhaps cynical - for such things?

Was there a fictional character, perhaps from a story or legend, that had a particular impact upon your OC as a child? What was it about them that was so inspiring for your OC?

Science Fiction and Fantasy:

What is your OC's greatest hope for future generations?

Is your OC particularly imaginative? Could they imagine what an different planet might look like for example?

Has your OC ever undertaken a specific quest or mission? Did they succeed?

Does your OC value the journey, or are they purely focussed upon the destination?

Is your OC the sort to throw themselves into battle on behalf of the oppressed or downtrodden? Or would they only help others if it benefitted them in some way?