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haha what if this was a starter call.....what if :) ❤️

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today i offer: thancred x ardbert. tomorrow? who knows......

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haha what if this was a starter call.....what if :) ❤️

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i point at both of them. perceive them.

y'all wanna meet both my catboys.....

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y'all wanna meet both my catboys.....

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ric be like... yeah thancred's bisexual.... that means he gets topped by urianger ardbert and yshtola

& did i fucking lie???

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i have this blog to not only explore thancred’s character but to absolutely show off his body

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*bonks my stupid head with yours* I love you

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anyway take these pictures of thancred :)

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@soulpart​ said :   They're talking — about anything that comes to mind, really; they're both so full of stories. And they're so close, he's looking at Thancred, really looking at him, and without thinking he reaches up and pushes a lock of white hair aside... only to jerk his hand away like he's been burned. "Ah, hells, I- sorry. Don't know what I was thinking. What were you—" Breathe, Ardbert, breathe. "What were you saying again?"

             how long had it been   ?     just how long had it been since he'd been granted the opportunity of talking with someone else    ————    no,     this is far from talking.    talking is that thing you do with other people you briefly converse with,     participating in small talk that never really means anything.     reassurance.     superficial,     probably.    talking is much like speaking to one in a tavern over some ale,     not necessarily sharing stories of the past,     but focused on the present    ;    even then,     that focus on the present,     the looming threat of tomorrow    &    the sun's set as a reminder that this may be the last time.    ahah,     such thoughts    ———    there's naught to worry about.     he's not just talking with ardbert.     this is     ...    far more than that.

              ❛     there'd be times,     ❜     &    so he speaks,     unrestrained,     free from whatever had been previously gripping his throat.    it felt nice.     being next to him felt nice.     as if every worry had been quelled     (   hailed warrior of light,     are you aware of your own brilliance   ?     of the sunshine that emits from each grin you give   ?     of how inspiring you are   ?   ),     there,     he's allowed this,     a moment to breathe.     a moment to exist.     to live.     a soft chuckle escapes his lips.      ❛     where i'd wander on my own,     stuck on the past,     wondering if i could've saved her.     ❜     though his guilt is still ever - present,     chains on his heart that brought him down each time he thought he'd be free of those unending thoughts,     thancred still manages to persevere.     the thought of telling others his deepest inhibitions     ...     gods,     perish the thought.     yet,     here he is,     speaking to him as if it were any other worry.     miniscule.     thank you.     ❛     i suppose that now,     i try to move forward.     whether or not i'm making progress     ...     ❜     his voice trails off,     amber hues averting their gaze, focusing on the floor for but a moment.

              silence.

              'till a hand brushes upon a white lock    &    pushes it aside.     how peculiar.     heard turns to get a good look at ardbert's face,     hear the stammer of his voice,     the rising nervousness that came with each vocable.     &    thancred blinks.     //     how oft has another gotten close enough to touch his hair   ?     touch,     touch.     that's what he focuses on.     it was gentle,     it wasn't rough,     it wasn't some tight grip on his hair that seeked to yank it,     to elicit some sound unbecoming of this moment.     perhaps too many one - night stands can do that to you,     though    ———    make you expect only one thing whenever someone reaches for your hair.     he's pleasantly surprised.     enough for the corners of his lips to curve up into a smile.

              ❛     uh    ————     ❜     fuck.     what was he saying again   ?     something about the past     ...     it was important,     but there's far more to be focused on    :    soft - curved chin,     the stubble,     his pretty pink lips,     those blue eyes     ...      they're kind of like the ocean,     aren't they   ?     wait.     what were they talking about again   ?      ❛     i forgot.     that's my mistake.     ❜     a gentle laugh,     as he takes a few steps closer.     the stars may be shining bright above them,     but there truly is nothing brighter than him.     this warmth in his heart     ...     can he feel it,     too   ?     ❛     come,     ❜     he leans in close,     pressing his lips against ardbert's,     kissing him briefly.     it was a spontaneous decision.     he pauses.     he leans in again for yet another kiss.     &    another.     &    another.     'till he finally stops    &    nods,     clearing his throat before gesturing towards     ...     is the pendants that way   ?     it seems to be.     ❛     why don't we continue our exchange where we're not subject to prying eyes.     perhaps my room,     what say you   ?     ❜     that smirk says it all.

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@gunbrker asked: ❛ I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. ❜

meme.

It’s in these quiet moments that vulnerability shines through.

Not that Ardbert ever struggled much with baring his heart to others — quite the contrary; he was often chided for wearing it on his sleeve more often than not. Opens one up to too much pain, as if life is really life without a little bit of pain. It’s something he came to accept even before the Flood, the near-destruction of his home: starting with his dead mother, her face a faded memory like the worn, yellowed pages of an ancient tome, or the ruined murals painted on cave walls by civilizations long passed.

Then the little things that piled up, yet… it came with living. He accepted that. He had to.

Because despite the pain, there was always love in greater amounts. Love, bright and colorful, all-consuming and almost suffocating. Delightfully so. He could drown in it. He could drown in this.

Still, Thancred… how long had it taken to coax his heart open with gentle, steady hands? Patient, never prying. A shoulder to lean on; a shoulder to cry on, if need be. Ardbert was a warrior through and through, but his hands were capable of more than simply bringing his axe down upon his foes. Not that he’s any sort of healer, he had always looked to Lamitt for that, but he knew how to make his touch soothe, calm. Those thumbs brushed away hundreds upon thousands of tears, after all. Be it his own or his comrades’.

One hand, palm rough and fingers callused, rests on the expanse of Thancred’s chest. His thumb presses into a pale scar etched into the skin; one of many. All of them tell a story, and they’ve spent hours regaling one another with the stories of their scars when they lay alone, warm, calm and comfortable in each other’s company. Thancred speaks and Ardbert’s brows twitch, eyes focused on the other’s collarbone at first. He’s quiet because he’s thinking. Always had this issue where he spoke without thinking, it’s something he’s working on… after one-hundred long years. Better late than never, right?

That hand moves from Thancred’s chest to his cheek. Their eyes meet now and Ardbert’s gaze is nothing short of intense, meaningful, his brow furrowed in some sort of determination.

“You’re putting a lot into my hands,” he says carefully. Lips curve into a smile. He watches Thancred’s face closely, takes in every detail, every angle, the way his white hair fans over his forehead and pools against the pillow. Ardbert breathes in, his shoulders relaxing. His eyes shine. Earnest as ever, he continues, “I’ll do my best not to break it further—to break you further. I swear it.”

He moves closer. Their foreheads touch, and he can feel the ghost of Thancred’s breath against his lips.

“I’m no healer, that’s for certain, but I…”

He could drown in it. He could drown in this.

Oh, to love and be loved in return.

“Let me know if I can help you put those pieces back together, all right? It’s the least I can do.”

They’re both broken, and they’re both healing, and they fumble through it together. Sometimes with a misunderstanding. Or, more often with a smile, or a joke, or the weight of a hand on a shoulder.

And it’s okay.

The minute gap between their faces is closed with a kiss that seems to stretch for eternity. It says enough.

                                                          —— I love you.

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thancred’s a top. no i will not elaborate

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@nightseek​ said :   came back for hole huh

don’t u got a simp in the rak’tika greatwood to peg or smth??

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biting is a love language. no i will not elaborate.

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@soulpart​ said :   kissy

kissy kissy kisses for the boyfriend......................

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i poke my head in here

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ffxiv rp is........something else