#consulaaris

[lavampira]

41. “Sleep.  I’ll keep you safe.” for sid and d'alia? ;--;

mwah ty guys !! @impossible-rat-babies @storyofthemoon @consulaaris

prompt: 41. "sleep. I'll keep you safe." [X] pairing: d'alia liveq x sidurgu orl word count: 867 spoilers for the drk questline

The peach glow of the sun sinking across the Churning Mists sky has long since given way to the glimmering stars peeking through the clouds, but D’alia has not slept. She clings to the well-worn and open leather journal in her lap, but her eyes are on the horizon, watching the sway of grass in the breeze, two small Elezen children huddled close, and the bouncing pom of a Moogle in the distance. Her attention keeps wandering not far behind her where Sidurgu, in a rare moment rid of his armor and sprawled on his bedroll, has been asleep since they had returned.

Or at least, since they managed to heal the worst of his injuries.

Letting her eyes flutter shut, D’alia draws in a deep breath. Not for the first time tonight, she reminds herself that all of them are stable and whole, and remain so under her watch. Even if the adrenaline and concern of the evening have yet to wane. Movement stirring nearby draws her from her brooding thoughts, however, followed by Sidurgu’s voice rough from sleep calling to her.

“D’alia?”

She hums, glancing over her shoulder. “Still here.”

“Rielle? Myste?”

“Stargazing with Moggie,” D’alia returns quickly, aiming to soothe the worry before it can grow full-blown through his grogginess, and points to their location. “I can see them from here.”

The simple reassurance that the Moogles haven’t once again kidnapped their charge or her strange little friend seems to placate him. Still, Sidurgu grumbles under his breath as he eases himself upright, his movements slow and stiff with the strain. A pang of guilt unfurls and burrows deep in her chest until it settles into the sort of helpless frustration that has become all too familiar to her these days.

D’alia brushes the fringe back from her face as she lets out a long sigh, sparing a glance at the children. Though the combined healing of Rielle’s conjury and her own arcanist studies have helped Sidurgu to some degree, there was naught else they could do, and travel in his condition has been out of the question. When she finally turns to him again, she finds him watching her in turn.

“You should still be resting.”

“I haven’t been awake but a few minutes.” After a brief stretch, he clears his throat. “How long have you been on watch?”

D’alia bristles, her tail twitching near her leg. It’s a pointless question—she’s been wide awake the entire time, not once leaving the children or his side, and he is equally aware of it. She has been telling herself that the reason is out of desire to protect him, but it’s increasingly difficult to accept that it’s the only one. What should be a simple question is particularly close to the full truth that she can’t afford to consider now.

And yet the memory of him collapsed in a heap on the ground remains on the forefront of her mind, as does having to drag him back to Moghome between Rielle and herself, and facing Myste’s inconsolable pout until Sidurgu had spoken a few words to him, too. Not to mention Ompagne’s words lingering over them. Of course she is still holding vigil over their makeshift camp.

“I am scarcely the most injured one between us, and besides, would you prefer to rehash with Rielle on why you so readily throw yourself in harm’s way?” D’alia fixes him with a stern gaze, earning a bewildered look in response, his limbral rings aglow in the moonlight as his eyes widen. “Or shall I fetch the Moogles to sing that godsdamned song again?”

Heat rises up her neck to her cheeks as she ducks her head, and never has she been more grateful for the night, hoping with every ilm of desperation that the shadows conceal it. Though her dignity hangs in question, she refuses to retract her words. He has made it clear how much he’s willing to keep them all safe. It is high time that it gets through his stubborn head that he isn’t the only one, too.

“Aye, point taken,” Sidurgu concedes, his voice hushed as if wary to shatter the stillness between them. “Leave the furry little shites out of it.”

She risks another glance his way. “You’ll sleep then?”

“Only for a while longer. Then it’s your turn.”

D’alia simply nods. Seemingly satisfied that she isn’t planning to summon Rielle’s wrath or the Moogles upon him, Sidurgu gingerly lowers himself back to his bedroll, leaving her to return to her journal and her endless thoughts, though her ears twitch in his direction with every small shift until he settles into prolonged silence.

“Just… Sleep,” she whispers. “I’ll keep you safe.”

But he still must have heard her, for he returns lowly, “I— I never doubt that.”

Unable to suppress the rush of fondness that blooms through her, D’alia smiles softly, but she leaves him to his rest. It takes him little time to drift off again, his rumbling snores behind her a sign of his exhaustion. Soon, she’ll wave the children over to sleep, too, and they shall take the next day in stride. And mayhap all will be well.

[hylfystt]

12 or 55 + leida/haurchefant maybe? :o

screams gently thank you rae!!!!

ship: leida valroux (wol) / haurchefant greystone fandom: ffxiv notes: set at the end of 2.55, right before heavensward :) word count: 637 prompt: 12. pushing a strand of hair behind their ear | fluff prompts

The morning comes all too soon, the soft tendrils of dawn’s light creeping through the high window. Around them, Camp Dragonhead stirs. Early morning drills are already being conducted, and she can hear the many passing footsteps of soldier and worker alike beyond the door to the chambers. 

Leida lets out a quiet sigh against the dawning of another day. After weeks of trial and heartbreak, there’s little she wants more than to simply forget about the world for a few moments longer and simply be, for she knows that as soon as she walks out those doors, the weight of expectation will —

The gentle pull of Haurchefant’s arm around her waist brings Leida out of her thoughts and back to the present, to the warmth of him and the bed that they’ve shared. Leida smiles, tender and soft, with all thoughts of sorrow and duty forgotten and burrows further into Haurchefant’s arms, head resting against his chest.

“Good morning,” she says. Leida’s lips brush against his skin, drawing a contented hum from the man. 

“Good morning,” he says, voice still thick with sleep. Leida feels the press of his lips against her hairline. “What time is it?”

“Too early,” Leida says with a small shrug. Haurchefant cracks an eye open and snorts lightly.

“It’s already light out.”

“Hmph,” Leida grumbles and tightens her hold on the man. “Get a curtain.” Haurchefant laughs full and bright then, and Leida cannot help the smile the sound beckons.

“Would that I could ignore the passing of time in favor of your company, my dear. Alas, it is a commander's lot to rise with the rest of the camp.” Haurchefant presses another kiss to the top of her head. “Though I dare say no one can fault me for being so slow to rise this morning.”

Leida hums in agreement. Surely neither of their absences have gone unnoticed. The commander and the outsider — one yet to wake, the other not in their rooms. She can only imagine the talk. 

Yet Leida finds she doesn’t much care, should it mean she gets to spend every moment she can in his arms. Haurchefant, for his part, seems content to let her stay there as he rubs his thumb absently against her side and settles back into bed with her.

She’s close to dozing off again when she feels a hand brush against her neck. Haurchefant traps a lock of her hair betwixt his fingers, playing with it idly.

“You’ve grown out your hair since first we met,” Haurchefant remarks with a smile, marveling at the softness. Leida hums lightly, opening her eyes to find his fixed on her with a quiet reverence that makes her heart flutter. “It suits you.”

Leida smiles, propping herself up to better look at the man she’s come to adore so completely. “Truly?” she asks. Truthfully, she’d been skeptical of the look, having become so accustomed to wearing it short in her adult years. 

Haurchefant tucks the lilac strand behind her ear, hand coming to rest gently against her cheek.

“I would never lie to you, my dear." He pauses. "Of course, it was quite fetching short as well.”

Leida laughs, poking him playfully. “I suppose you’d like it if I dyed it green and shaved it right down the center?”

“My darling so long as it is you, I care not.” Haurchefant smiles and brushes his nose against hers. “Besides, green is your color.”

When he kisses her, it is soft. Nothing like the gasping, needy kisses from the night before when Leida — finally, finally — found herself in his bed. It’s warmth and adoration and earnestness that nearly overwhelms her with his tenderness. Leida cannot help but smile against his lips, which earns her one of his in response. 

She swears she can taste pure sunlight.

[avallachs]

happy birthday!!! 🫶🎉

thank you, rae!! 💖🌸

[scionshtola]

12 for the glamour plates? <3

thank you rae!! <3

12 is Cori's smn/msq glam for the second half of HW and almost all of the HW patches. had to make sure i got their grimoire in there too bc it's one of my faves

[kirnet]

you own some form of lace up boots? for the guessing game 👀

true! i have my very heavy very nice leather work boots :D

[ravensgard]

happy birthday teddy!! 🫶🎉 i hope you have a lovely day even if not quite as planned 💕

thanks so much! it’s been pretty decent so far 💖

[jarael]

🖊️ + sigrun!

I think Sigrun gets along with all the Scions. The order of preference is Minfilia = Y'shtola > Tataru = Alisaie > Estinien > Lyse(when she was one obvs) = G'raha > Krile > Papalymo > Urianger > Thancred. She doesn't dislike Thancred at all, but 1) they're exes and 2) ShB cost him some affection points.

Also the other three are unofficial Scions! Everyone goes on very bizarre road trips from HW onwards!

[wrymbloods]

omg happy birthday!!! <333 i hope you have a great one

thank you lovely !!!!!! 💗💗💗💗💗

[coldshrugs]

∞ !!

ty rae!!! MWAH

Hold Me Down - Motion City Soundtrack

You're the echoes of my everything You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night You're the laziness of afternoon You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom How will I break the news to you?

[leondaltons]

happy birthday!!!! 🫶🎉

Thank you rae!!! 💜

[lavampira]

☾ ♦ + angel? 🫶

oc headcanon asks

thank !! 💚

☾ - sleep headcanon

for being such a tall man, he somehow manages to look small when he’s asleep, usually curled up on his side or tucked into himself even sprawled on his back. and he doesn’t move a whole lot in his sleep unless he’s restless, so how he falls asleep is often how he wakes, too.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

his motorcycle is both a prized possession and a hobby, taking care of and detailing it and taking it for rides to clear his head as well, especially along the coast. he also named it lacy after his drag persona.

[hylfystt]

2, 8, and 16 for the WoL asks! <3

ffxiv wol asks!

thank you rae!!!! 💕

2. Does your WoL have a recurring nightmare (or more)? What is it?

the vault. so often, especially in the months immediately after, does she bear repeated witness to the shattering of her heart. she cannot decide which are worse, the ones where he dies just the same, or the ones where he lives and she wakes to the reality that he is gone. she has others of course. those who she's failed to save haunting her for her lack of strength. those that yet live dying while she is helpless to do anything. it's not easy carrying the weight of her powers. </3

8. How do they feel about the fame/infamy that comes with being a Warrior of Light/Darkness?

it's...kind of overwhelming. parts of her burst with pride, that she has made something of herself and done what no one else could. parts of her wish she could be anything, anyone else and go back to just being insignificant. overall i think she just...tries to bear it with grace and remain herself. because at this point what else can she do?

16. What kinds of weather do they like and dislike? Do they handle heat or cold better?

this is going to sound silly but she really doesn't have a preference! warm days with the wind blowing and the taste of salt on the air remind her of home, of limsa, of doma and her friends there. the nip of frost on her nose and the stirring of snow flurries remind her of the home she has chosen for herself, and the warm fires and mugs of cocoa -- spiked or otherwise -- that await her on her return. the dry desert air and the sun on her skin remind her of laughter and playful flirtations with thancred, of finding her footing as a scion and adventurer. and of course, moderate days with a nice breeze are the best for traveling. but then again, rainy days are the best to curl up with a book and forget about reality for a while. so really, there's just so much to enjoy! that said, she actually does handle the heat better. those first few weeks in coerthas were pretty rough, but at least she had a walking space heater practically attached to her hip the entire time at camp dragonhead lmao

[exotic-inquiry]

uh oh the assassin they sent to kill you is hot😳😳

 @exilethegame

[scionshtola]

13, 29 + corishtola? 🫶

thank you rae!! 💖

13. What is their go-to for making a partner feel loved?

oooh I think for Cori, aside from just stating it, it's just. listening. to whatever they want to talk about. For her it's very important to be heard and listened to so she does her best to do that for others especially her partner! And they are genuinely interested in anything Shtola has to say and like. Cori is smart and can keep up but sometimes it's just barely but they like that too. Listening to a Shtola lecture with the biggest hearts in their eyes.

Shtola is more reserved with the actual words "I love you" so I think when she really wants them to know without saying it she'll be more physically affectionate/touchy, but that's probably more so in private or off to the side. Otherwise I think her go to is problem solving and taking care of things for Cori's sake, even small things, just to make their life easier!

29. answered here!

[kirnet]

aahhhHHHH happy birthday!!!! i hope you’ve had a good one 🥺💕🎉

Ty Rae!! It was a lovely day! 💕💕

[impossible-rat-babies]

And that's a wrap for the 5th 6th year of inktober! can't believe it's been five years @-@ ty to the giveaway winners! everyone always has such pretty characters and im so happy to draw them each year ;--;

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