#aetherbled

[brightblessed-aa]

@aetherbled

"G'raha... Are you busy? If not... Well... I..." He looks away for a moment. "Can I borrow you for a moment?"

[salveticn]

lys for @aetherbled !

thank you for letting me draw ‘em !! (❁´◡`❁)

[ichoric]

@aetherbled said: "now, alisae... surely, you jest. surely, you would not let someone throw you in a battle. surely." alphinaud cannot comprehend this idea.

the smug grin curving alisaie’s lips imply she is not jesting in the slightest. ‘ why not, brother mine ? i already dive in with my attacks, having an added boost would only increase efficiency. imagine how surprised the enemy would be ! ‘ she knows alphinaud is not imagining the enemy, but rather his twin getting tossed like some ball. the idea is joyous to alisaie. ‘ you’ll warm up to the plan once you see it in action, i’m sure. ‘

[primalvessel]

[ lick ] & [ beg ] for the boys,

[ lick ] — your muse gives my muse oral [ beg ] — my muse begs your muse to cum

If there was a sight that he'd always known would be hot, but couldn't know to what extent, it would be the sight of Lysander on his knees for him.

Of course Maru's hand was in the the Viera's hair, tangled in the long strands as he struggled to keep himself from directing Lys' movements along his cock because he wanted more.

Lys' mouth was hot and wet and so fucking good wrapped around his dick that Maru couldn't help begging for it, his voice ragged with want.

"Fuck, Lys... you feel so good," he mewled, peering down at the sight of the Viera between his legs, bobbing his head and listening to every wanton word. "Please Lys! Please, I wanna cum so bad. Lemme... fuck..."

Hips rocked because he couldn't still them when Lys was sucking like that, Maru's breathing ragged and shallow. "'m so close, Lys... Lemme... please lemme cum-"

[rothalion]

@aetherbled sent:

rothalion, rothalion... have you looked at ravaphine lately? like, really looked at him? and have you ever wondered, even for a second... 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

Eyes widen akin to saucers, ears perking up as the darkest tint of pink rose fiery hot to his cheeks.

"S-smash or pass...?" he repeated as though unknowing of its meaning. This was false, he wholly understood - but feared that in telling his answer he may be overheard and that Ravaphine may become upset with him. They'd never spoken on such a topic, Ro never wanted to push it when they were both so new to being in a romantic relationship... It didn't stop Rothalion from yearning from time to time, his mind sometimes wandering into uncouth thoughts.

He ducked his head and bit his lip. He had to tell the truth, even as he fidgeted it grew difficult to keep his teeth clenched shut.

"... Smash." A quiet murmur but no less genuine and certain of an answer.

[thancrxdwatxrs]

thancred! i would like you to take a good, long look at lysander over here. now, have you looked at him? good. all you have to do now is answer a simple question! 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

@aetherbled

A knowing smirk crossed Thancred's lips, craning his neck slightly in order to look at the Viera at a better angle.

"And 'tis a simple answer. Absolutely smash."

[starsfreckled]

@aetherbled replied : graha and alphi think they are very huggable for sure

like with alisaie, alphinaud is huggable but only if he stays small. and raha... well yes. they want a raha hug. but then they might try to play with his ears or grab his tail. it's just too tempting !

[kintsugiscars-archive]

29: press/hide their face in receiver's neck & 30: kiss (or bite) receiver's neck. ( from haurchie & magnai respectively! )

[ where to land ]

Gods his lovers were so good to him. So warm and all-encompassing. It made it easy to lose himself in their auras, to forget the darker parts of him.

But even their light couldn't chase everything away.

His clawed hands firmly pressed to their chests, breath shaking as he wrapped each inhale and exhale in steel. "Don't-- Don't act like you don't see it." Nails itched to scrape skin, but Lex's mind reigned in those baser fearful impulses. "Don't act like they aren't there."

Though long since numb, the scars that marred like tears in fabric still remained raised mountains throughout the column of his neck. How could they not see them? How could they not hate them? Surely they were ugly, nigh-alarming things. For all their care, Haurchefant and Magnai couldn't see them as something worthy of love. No one could.

"Don't lie to me."

[mistdrinkersblade]

❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜ ( fromm romy! )

"Oh, absolutely not."

Syla chuckled under his breath, hushed enough so only the two viera could hear it. Knife twirling gently in his hand as a few onlookers gathered around. The evening was rather busy for a moment and, well...A few lose (and mead fueled) bets earned Syla a proposition. If he could manage to stab at his own hand blindfolded and remain unharmed, free drinks for the night.

What could go wrong, after all?

"Worse comes to worse, I'll walk away with a fantastic new scar to show to others. And, in best case, we can drink to our heart's content. And you don't have to lift a single finger."

Tapping the blunt side of the blade against his finger, his free hand wagging a finger at his companion. "Trust me, I'll be right as a month's worth of rain. That or I'll get too drunk to remember the gushing wound." There was a small shrug that followed. Only one way to find out.

[blaackbiird-archive]

💏 aaand maybe one for g'raha from eidric,,

fifty ways to kiss someone. | accepting |

#3...goodbye.

G'raha stands there with his fist extended, expecting Eidric to return to favor and act as though this is all the goodbye they need.

And he's kept his piece, accepted (no really, but he can pretend) this sacrifice. But he will not leave it like this.

Not after everying.

Not when there's so much left he wants to say.

But they haven't time for words, he's no time for long-winded confessions. So he acts.

He grabs G'raha by the wrist - an unexpected action that takes the miqo'te by surprise - and tugs. The scholar stumbles forward, thrown off balance in his surprise, and is stopped by Eidric's hands on his cheeks. Cheeks that are getting progressively redder by the second.

There's no hesitation on Eidric's part, no time for second guessing, no time for the worries that this is unrequited that have plagued him for nearly a year.

No.

He crashes their lips together in a kiss that is sloppy and desperate, with clashing teeth, and nowhere near the mind-blanking, toe-curling passionate embrace he'd daydreamed their first kiss might be.

It lasts no more than an instant. A quick, sad, desperate goodbye that breaks Eidric's heart in twain when he steps back to give G'raha the space he needs.

The look on G'raha's face is as heartbreaking as the kiss. As if this slap-dash confession, if it can even be called that, has thrown his whole world off kilter. As it has Eidric's.

But it's not longer than a moment before steely resolve is back in place and the Exarch is turning back to Sigma-1.

And for the third time, Eidric must watch the man he loves leave him.

[brightblessed-aa]

❝ i’ve had…more good days with you than with anyone else. ❞ ( from raha! )

LAST OF US (SHOW) STARTERS (x) / @aetherbled

⸻ ♞

How could he respond to such a heartfelt sentiment? In truth, G'raha had saved him. He had been a catalyst for him to start trying to take care of himself. The scions all helped, but G'raha had been the one he watched sacrifice all for a world he wasn't even from. A hero beyond any in the tales. Roi was not good with words. He didn't know what to say. But he knew... G'raha made him... Feel things he never had before.

He thinks about how it would feel to embrace him. He thinks about all the words he could say if he was someone else. If he was someone worth such feelings. He knew he didn't deserve it and it scared him. To imagine the moment G'raha realizes he isn't someone he should love. But still... Roi shuts his eyes and allows his selfishness to win.

He isn't bold enough to embrace him. Such an outright action would be too much for him. He does put his hands on the shorter man's shoulders. Even such a cowardly display of intimacy terrifies him.

"G'raha... I..." I love you. He thinks but can't say.

[charmingbrute]

"ljosrahk," romy says, his hand curled just so into the other's sleeve. his eyes are fixed on the people rushing to and fro, the couples strolling through decoration-heavy streets. everywhere he looks, there are hearts and banners, soft pinks and reds and golds. "will you explain this to me? the -... i understand 'tis a holiday of some sort, yes?"

As they walked through the streets, he couldn't help but feel a sense of joy bubble up within him. His companion, who had taken to calling him by a name he preferred, gazed at the sights around them with wonder. The signs of celebration were all around them, with red and pink hearts adorning every window and storefront they passed. Romyanthe was naturally confused by the occasion, not being from Eorzea and all, so he began to explain what he knew of it. He remembered how his own heart would swell at the thought of those he cared for, and how he always made sure to show them how much they meant to him on this special day.

"It's a tradition of House Valentione, a noble family hailing from Ishgard. Every so often, a representative of the House will come grace the city states with their presence and become host to this celebration, in where treats are shared, romantic clothes are delivered and often they'd even match couples and discover their compatibility." He couldn't really confidently say as to how or why it started, but it's certainly an event that made the culture richer for all nations involved. "It's not just a day to celebrate romantic love, of course. It does not discriminate with types of love, even self-love is part of it." He turned, giving them a honeyed candy from his chest pocket. "What about you? Did your people have a similar occassion? But before that, Happy Valentione's, Romyanthe." He couldn't think of a better person to be with on this fine day. "Since this is your first time, let's go see what they have at the stalls. You might fancy some of the wares."

As they continued their walk, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. To have someone to share these moments with, to feel their presence and know that they cared for him, was a feeling like no other. The way his companion called him by that special name, a melody in his ears, was just one of the many reasons he was grateful to have them in his life.

[ichoric]

@aetherbled said:💗 alphi would like to snuggle with his twin,,

ah, so the warrior of light was right -- her brother is napping in a corner of the rising stones, half lounging on one of the soft cushioned couches. the adults are still discussing something unimportant, almost sounds like lunch plans for tomorrow, but the red mage isn't focused on them. she smiles down at her twin before placing herself on the couch next to him, curling right up by alphinaud's side, head on his shoulder. ' sleep well, brother mine. '

[primalvessel]

❛   the things we lost will always be heavier than the things that stayed.  ❜   ( another from lys! )

He knew it all too well. The weight he bore to ensure that the people who'd lost their lives in fighting for their cause weren't forgotten...

The lives he had to live up to, the legacies that had been left to him...

Places and things could be replaced, their loss painful in the moment but easier to move past. The losses of people though...

He knew it was inevitable that people lose their lives fighting for what they believed in, but it didn't make it any easier to bear it, to witness it, to survive it over and over while the people he cared about died around him.

He feared Lys following the same fate and that fear made him hold the Viera more tightly against himself as if that alone would keep Lys from being lost to him.

[thancrxdwatxrs]

↕ g'raha is 5'2.6!!

@aetherbled

//i love them so muchhh making Vincent max height has made him too powerful

[starsfreckled]

springtime! from a very playful alphinaud~

send springtime to pour flowers over my muse // accepting .

the churning mists are a strange place - beautiful and wild but yet serene. the group has decided to rest for the day, all of them following their own little chores that needed to be done.

amaya sits on a rock, their white mage staff on their lap while their hands polished it - a well maintained cane could easily be the difference between life and death. it is something they had done a thousand times before and paired with the calmness that filled this place, amaya could finally feel themself relaxing a little. for once their mind did not wander off to the missing scions, the looming threat from nidhogg or the strangeness of the things happening in ishgard.

it is why they do not hear alphinaud step behind them and flinch when the flowers start raining down on them. hands tighten around their cane but the moment they recognized the youth beside them, they relax again "you know I am actually terribly allergic to all kinds of blossoms" they say, raising their hand as if they were about to sneeze.

...the moment they see alphinaud's shocked expression however, they cannot help but laugh "a jest! a jest! I am sorry" what a good kid. though, amaya knows he would probably dislike being treated like a child.

they can only hope that this world would never take away this kindness alphinaud naturally had. well it would fall to them to protect him then.

"alphinaud, what do you say to this plan. we take these flowers and I show you how to make a flower crown. I think ysayle would look lovely with one ...and maybe estinien won't scare every moogle away if we add a bit of color to him."