#gelos/u'rahn

[yzeltia]

FFXIVwrite2023 29.Contravening

Characters: Azem(Gelos/U'rahn), Emet-Selch, Elidibus Expansion: Endwalker Rating: T Notes: N/A

“No.”

Emet-Selch didn’t bother to look up to Azem as he gave his answer. It was always something with him, usually trouble. This request didn’t seem to be any different and he refused to set his eyes upon him when took off his mask.

“C’mon C’mon. You’re being unfair. I think it would do him some good. A well traveled person would certainly make for a better Emissary.” 

“You insist on testing my patience don’t you. Elidibus would not be in his position if he were not fit for the role upon nomination.”

“And are we not always chasing betterment for the star? Personal growth and all that other stuff?”

Emet-Slech still refused to dignify the protest by looking up, continuing to read throug his paperwork while Azem fussed about in frustration.

“The only thing you are seeking to nurture is your youthful passions. The Convocation will not abide you running off with another member, especially given our history with the last two who held your seat. It was hard enough to get a consensus on you, we do not need to make our power weaker by needing a second seat.”

“I’m Venat or Methe! I will not just vacate my seat. My…My ego likes it too much,” Azem huffed, crossing his arms.

“Yes, I know. The Hero of Ethryis? The Traveler was not good enough for you.”

“Not this again. Hade-”

“Don’t you dare say it,’ Emet-Selch spat, “It will not be allowed. Did Lahabreha’s indulgence not prove to the dangers of such distractions? Enough begging. Elidibus will remain in Amarout until the Convocation sees fit that the Emissary is needed elsewhere or we approve your little lovers’ retreats.”

Gelos flushed then punched his fist against the table in frustration. 

“I don’t need your permission…what are you going to do? Censure me again? If Themis wants to-”

“Elidibus,” Emet-Selch hissed, “Put your mask on and leave my presence or I’ll put you on loan to Hermes and have him throw you into the Gymnasuion Agonon and let his people’s creations pummel you to your senses lest you cause trouble for the Emissary. You are used to censure, he is not.”

Gelos grit his teeth then put his hands into Emet-Selch’s papers, scattering them all about before sharply making a turn to storm off, cursing as he pulled on his mask and let it smack against his face. Striding through the halls of the Convocation, he found his wrist seized. Startled, he jumped back, pulling his captor toward him.

“Azem!”

Gelos flushed under his mask as he found Eldibus looking up at him.

“When do we get to head off?”

The taller man balled his fists as he heard the hope in the other’s voice. His mouth opened, but he could not bring himself to tell the other it wasn’t going to happen. Instead, he inhaled deeply and leaned in to steal a kiss.

“I’m needed elsewhere for a time and Emet-Selch will no doubt have you see urgent business soon. When I return, I’ll bother him about our traveling again.”

Elidibus nodded, letting Azem pull back to go.

“Then I’ll await your return, Gelos.”

His name stopped him in his tracks. With a whine, he turned, stealing yet another kiss before running off to find a map and random location for him to fly off to, hoping work would ease his guilt and longing.

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petunia - your presence soothes me

“Censured! Again! Why even have the fourteenth seat if my voice is to be silenced!”

Elidubus flinched as Azem threw his mask off into the wall, breaking it. Seeing his dear friend angered tested his neutrality. He wished he had the freedom to act on his first impulse so assuredly, but it was his cautious nature that earned him his seat, to foil his love. 

And in that love he was only able to watch as Azem let his temper flare. There were no words to comfort him, the decision was made. Watching Azem’s shoulders as they heaved, Themis delicately ran his hand up the other's neck then circled his arms around his waist to hug onto him. “I cannot speak for Loghrif’s actions, but in truth you only have me to be angry with. I am the Emissary, it is more fitting that I become His heart.” 

Azem tensed up under Elidubus’s embrace, fist balling tight as he was clung. His head shook, as if having some sort of internal argument with himself. “I know well why Loghrif has abdicated her role. Mitron.”

“What do you mean?”

Azem turned, grabbing Elidibus by the shoulders, expression pained. “Are you so blinded by our roles you cannot see the people under them anymore? They are like us. Mitron loves Loghrif. They cannot bare to be separated, even if it is for the good of our Star,” he stressed, taking the other's hand and forcing through his robes and onto his chest before letting his lip quiver as he continued, “To become His heart is to take away my own as you are my heart. I do not love anything more than you, even our Star. This sacrifice asks too much. We should all find a third way or take our punishment together rather than gambling with peoples’ lives.”

Elidubus stared quietly up into Azem’s fiery eyes as he felt the other's heart pound beneath his chest. Gingerly he moved to touch his cheek, offering a small smile. “There is no other way. This will happen. No more can you stand to be in a world without me, I cannot conceive of a world without you in it. I might become the heart of our God, but mine will remain here. With you.”

Azem put his hand over Elidubus’s, grunting in frustration before taking his head into his hands to hold as he delivered a rough kiss. The Emissary leaned forward, returning the kiss as best as he could before gently pushing the other back.

“Bind our aether together,” Azem ordered, wiping his mouth with his wrist.

“Azem-”

“NO! Do not call me that. Not anymore…”

Elidubus paused, then pulled off his mask, “Gelos. I am uncertain if that is a good idea given what I am to become. To tie ourselves to one another when I'm to become-”

“I don't care what happens to me. If I am not enough to keep you here then let us always have a piece of one another wherever our roads end up taking us. Themis…please.”

The silver-haired male felt himself given, hand idly reaching out to tug lightly at the string of his love’s robes. Gelos soon was upon him, pulling away his white clothing as they fell to the floor. Themis found himself barely able to keep a thought together as he was kissed and swiftly united with his ever eager lover. Once used to the fullness, clarity finally hit, allowing him to focus on their aether, finding Gelos’s to be nearly overwhelming as always. Still, with their bodies and hearts as one, binding their souls seemed almost trivial. He couldn't help but wonder why he had any hesitation to begin with…there was no other presence he was more fond of. 

Even when at odds. Even with their union being as heart wrenchingly painful as it was physically pleasurable. Even if tomorrow Gelos would be gone and the Convocation made to be only thirteen…Even if tomorrow did not come…they'd be bound forever.

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FFXIVwrite2023 27. Sole

Characters: Themis/Elidibus, U'rahn Nuhn/Gelos/Azem Expansion: Endwalker Rating: M Notes: Mild petting, Dialogue from raid at the end

"Please get your feet off my desk."

Elidibus's request was met with laughter and compliance from Azem as he sat up properly in the other's chair. The Emissary offered a light smile, seeing the Tracker's things in a pile beside him, a promise of a prolonged visit. Gingerly, he shut the door behind him then moved to join the other, sitting on the side of the desk.

"I brought you something," the red haired man said, sliding a box over to Elidibus's thigh.

"A souvenir from your recent journey?"

"More or less a reward for my heroism. Remember the island I saved?"

"You've brought me the fabled grapes then," Eldibus asked, lifting the lid to his prize to find himself right.

"You see through me as always. Such a promising young genius."

Azem laughed again while the Emissary frowned, then plucked a single grape from a vine to push against the laughing man's lips to silence him.

"I am only a moon younger," he reminded the Traveler, "We are alone, Gelos."

Azem's face burned at hearing his given name, bravado faltering. His hand gently rested on the Emissary's thigh, hand shaking into the box before offering a grape in return. Elidibus parted his lips obediently, a blush too, appearing across under his mask. Gelos removed his own, setting it on the table to look at the other properly with his golden eyes.

"I know it was my idea to drop our titles but it is still melodic, yet unnerving to hear you say my name. I fear Emet-Selch will burst in to scold us any moment."

"That is because he is always scolding you."

"Hey hey! He's not always scolding me. Sometimes it's Loghrif," Gelos protested, taking the younger man's ankle gently into his hand to remove his shoe and sock.

"What are you doing?"

"Checkin' to see if you've healed properly,” he answered, hand glowing lightly with his warm aether.

Elidibus lowered his mask as he watched the other gently turn his foot in his hand. Gelos frowned, rubbing his thumb against the joint. The Travler  jumped as the other soon wrested his foot from his grasp then slid it up his thigh.

“Themis…” 

“It has long been healed. You cannot fret over each little injury that comes to be when we cross lances. Would you deny me a chance to spar with you again for fear of hurting me? I would be sorely disappointed,” Elidibus cooed softly.

Gelos frowned then slipped his hand up his love’s calve, face red as he felt the other’s foot rest on his groin, awakening him promptly. “You are my heart. You fill me with joy that I can continue to smile and make me want to be the perfect hero.”

With that, he pulled Themis forward into his lap, letting the other lower down to steal a kiss. Eyes closed, the two palmed over one another’s robes, opening and letting them fall aside, Gelos bare beneath his. The red-haired man chuckled lightly as he earned a disapproving look.

“Do you ever have on clothes?”

“You sound like Lahabreaha now. The robes are so hot and impractical otherwise. It’s one or the other and robes seemed to be the preferred choice of garb. As long as I don’t get fancy with the gymnastics no one notices. And I guess I have to sit right in my chair at the meeting. I can change if you want.”

Themis thought for a moment, looking down between them before kissing Gelos again, hand raking through his hair before resting against the other’s firm chest before sighing, “Yes…but first the inevitable.”

-

“How long were you going to keep this from me?”

Themis stared into the red sky as Gelos glared at him from behind, not answering him.

“Well!?”

“Until it came to pass. We knew what you’d say. Who told you?”

“Methe…Venat confirmed it. Themis, you musn’t. I will find another way to save our star!”

Themis shook his head then turned, unable to meet Gelos’s gaze, fist balled.

“There is no time to argue. The Convocation has decided, even if you dissent, I will become the heart of our God and save at least half of us. It is better than nothing.”

“It is not! Even if it were just your life it would be an unacceptable loss! There must be a way! There will be a way! You just need to give me time,” Gelos pleaded, “If you…if you give up your heart for the star’s…then you’d be giving up mine as well.”

“How do you mean?”

“I love you,” Gelos said plainly.

“I love you too,” Themis replied before turning back to the sky, “So much that I would see you continue your adventurers in service of our star that I know we both love.”

“And if it doesn’t work? What then? What will this hurt be for?”

“It will work.”

“But what if it doesn’t!?”

The other’s gaze didn’t falter, “That I could stand by your side forever...I alone can bear this as I am the chosen Emissary. Gelos, I promise you that I shall never die.”

Gelos huffed, stepping forward to turn the other to face him, staring furiously into the bright blue eyes of his lover. He kissed him, hard, trying to inspire any passion from the temperate young man. There was a brief return of affection, the slightest peck and then nothing. Themis did not move to embrace him, nor stroke his hands through his hair. He remained unmoved in the wake of his duty.

“If you do this…then I will have no choice but to abandon my position and work against you to save you.”

“You would abandon me for Venat then?”

“No. I will find a third path. The hero’s path that saves us all!”

Eldibus remained still, watching Gelos pull back and clench his fists before turning to run off in pursuit of his third answer. 

- “Free I’m no longer needed…” U’rahn ran up to Themis as he fell to his knee, the other weakly looking into his eyes as he started to aetherically glow. He frowned, feeling the other’s hand enter his. “Do not look so crestfallen, my friend. These few moments of clarity are more than I could have asked for.”

“But…I need you, Themis,” U’rahn found himself saying.

Leaning in, the Nuhn found himself kissing the other softly, feeling his aether leave his body and flow into the other’s. The Ancient lightly rested his palm on his shoulder, pulling back. “This warmth…Your aether… You’ve grasped the fraying strands of my being and tied them together with your own…”

“I uh…I’m not good at all that aether stuff. I just…sorta felt like that would work,” U’rahn answered, heart racing as he tried to avoid the stares of his party, “Did it work?” “A bit…Nevertheless, I fear that I am here on borrowed time.” “Yeah? Oh…” U’rahn answered, ears lowering as he stood up with the other. “Yes.  I only hope that I can see you through the last of our battles. Until then, I will cherish every moment..as I should have done more back then.”

U’rahn smiled weakly, “With Gelos…with…uh…me?” Themis looked up at the ceiling of the Convocation’s sanctum then gave a little nod, “Yes…and no. I am still Elidibus…the Emissary. As such, it falls upon me to judge Athena who would disrupt our carefully maintained balance to fulfill her own desires. I swear I shall not waver in this duty.

You are simply a reflection of the one I loved. Your warmth is his…but it also is your own. This gravitation, do not let it worry you. Just simply let it be and let things play out as intended and enjoy the moment while it lasts.

“Right Right…”

Themis nodded then turned to the exit.

“Let us return to Erichthnios and Lahabrea. There is much I would share with you before we embark upon our final ascent.”

U’rahn nodded then started to lead the other back, stopping briefly, something pulling him back to ensure the other could walk at his side, even if it were only for a brief moment.

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send SWOONED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were infatuated with someone

:3

Somewhere through the meeting, Gelos gotten lost in Themis’s blue eyes through his mask as he spoke on the floor of the Convocation. Not that he paid much attention to most meetings, but as of late he'd had a fixation win over his mind wandering. Those deep cerulean eyes on him, he let out a soft sigh before realizing it wasn’t just Themis’s gaze on him. Sitting up, he cleared his throat. “O-Obviously I agree with what Themis was saying,” he said quickly.

“That’s Elidbus to you,” Emet-Selch hissed from his seat, Themis’s cheeks tinting a red as he recoiled back.

Gelos started to cough, face crimson as he avoided his crush’s nervous stare. “Sorry! I’m under the weather I guess and forgot myself. C-Carry on!”

“If you are feeling unwell, then perhaps you should return to your quarters, Azem,” Lahabreha suggested.

“Look who’s suddenly more paternal now that he’s been made whole,” Mitron said before letting out a haughty laugh.

Lahabreha scowled then crossed his arms. “If he is ill then he cannot contribute anything meaningful.”

“Not that Azem is one to offer up anything profound beyond the occasional impassioned plea,” Fandaniel mused.

“Y’know, I think I will rest. I am probably just a bit tired from my recent adventures,” Gelos said, pushing his hair from his mask and face before standing and taking a small bow.

He left the gilded chambers promptly, letting them return to whatever they’d be on about before pausing briefly to look back toward Themis as the other started to speak again. Once in the hall he pulled off his black mask and looked at it, thumbing gently over the symbol on the forehead before shaking his head with a deep sigh.

“Azem? Azem are you sure you’re not unwell?”

Gelos froze, Themis’s concerned words echoing in his ears. He scrambled to put on his mask, placing it only to have it fall to the floor. Nervous, he looked back as Themis knelt down beside him to pick it up. “Don't worry. It's not cracked,” he assured him.

“Thank you,” Gelos said in turn, gently reaching out for the mask. Their fingers colliding, he couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth come over him from the small contact. “Them- I mean Elidibus, you didn't have to come check on me.”

Themis recoiled a bit, holding his arm as he looked away. “Apologies for my pursuit then. The meeting ended and I could not shake the feeling that it was something I had said which made you leave.”

“No. I wasn't really listening,” Gelos breathed out before cringing at his poor choice of words. The footsteps of their fellow Convocation members approaching, hr panicked further. Not wanting to be seen without his mask and also not wanting to Themis thinking he had been bored by his words, he awayed them behind a large tapestry.

A finger to his lips, Gelos pleaded got a moment of silence while holding Themis close and around the waist. The Convocation soon passed by, talking amount themselves. If they noticed Gelos’s impromptu hiding spot, none bothered to comment on it.

As the two lingered in silence, Gelos found himself once more enraptured by Themis's gaze. His hand moved on its own, gently drawing the other's mask down from his face so that he could better look into his eyes. He might as well have disrobed Themis, the other's face heating up in the wake of such intimate vulnerability.

“Azem…”

“I could not hear your words because I was too preoccupied by my thoughts,” he explained softly, drawing his face in.

“I don't-,” Themis started in confusion before silenced by Gelos's kiss. He shivered, hand reaching into the other's robes as he felt himself lose balance and fall into Gelos’s arms.

The kiss was clumsy, Gelos teasing Themis’s tongue and the other reciprocating, yet neither confident enough in their first embrace to deepen it as much as their passion had run. “Do you understand now,” Gelos asked softly as he pulled away, unable to look Themis in the eye.

“I…believe so,” Themis panted. “I had thought it my imagination, but; Fandaniel had said you look at me the way Mitron looks at Lohgrif. Do you really find me that distracting?”

“A welcome distraction. I promise,” Gelos whispered. “I thought I had not been so obvious…”

“I could not be sure. So perhaps it was just a sharp observation on his part,” Themis said softly. “What do we do now, Azem?”

“Gelos…when it's just us…let's just be Gelos and Themis.”

Themis swallowed, struggling to restsart. “What do we do now…Gelos.”

“I am uncertain. Venat told me one day I might burn up inside for another, and yet I was still unprepared for you,” Gelos sighed, finding himself unable to resist running his hands through the other's white hair.

Themis smiled weakly, hand running down Gelos 's jawline, fingers memorizing the feel of his stubble. “A burning…?” he asked softly before taking Gelos’s hand and placing it over his heart. “Like from here?”

Gelos nodded then drew in once more. “That spreads through you so fast you've not noticed you'd been on fire this entire time,” he said before taking another kiss, one longer and more feverent.

Parting, Themis felt his head spin. Flushed, he leaned in, face rubbing into the other’s robes as he held onto him. “Then I find myself becoming naught but ash in your arms.”

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MiqoMarch U-29 Soul

"Hey Hey! Emet! Look! One hand!"

"Gelos, you are by far the most taxing candidate for Azem that has ever existed."

[yzeltia]

FFXIVwrite2023 28.Blunt

Characters: Themis(Elidibus)/Azem(Gelos/U'rahn Nuhn) Expansion: Endwalker Rating: M Notes: References "Ere Our Curtain Falls" from "Tales From the Shadows"

Gelos hummed to himself as he stared up at a small red bird perched upon his finger, his other arm behind his head. He was laid out upon his robes, in naught else but his leathers, mask of Azem set upon a nearby rock. It had been some time since he'd returned to his home, Chará, a small village on a steppe between the coast and desert. Here he could be just Gelos, not Azem of the Convocation. A simple, local hero, and not the seated Traveler of the star.

As he rested, his little friend flew away, alerting him to another's presence. Calmly, he reached for a wooden bo staff and upon hearing the wind woosh above him, held it up to block an incoming swing.

"Azem. Your mask," Elidibus said calmly, pressing down with his own staff as they remained locked in their struggle.

"Hmm? I wanted to feel the sun on my face. We are far from Amarout, there's no cause to worry."

Gelos rebuffed the other by grabbing his robe by the drawstring, yanking Elidibus over into a summersault down by his feet. Sitting up, the Traveler chuckled, watching the younger man rise and brush grass out of his hair.

"Robes just get in the way don't you think? At the very least a liability."

"Very well. If that is how you want it to be then we can take to the skies," Elidibus answered stoically, though surging with Aether.

Gelos reached forward, laughing heartily as he embraced the white haired young man and rolled about in the long grass. 

"Oi. Oi! I'd think I'd rather spare my friends and family the sight of that!"

"And yet you find it fit to lay about exposed like this," Elidibus gestured, sitting up together with his friend.

"Well, I know one really comes out this way. And even then my village isn't hung up on that sort of thing. We're much more down to Ethryis. Amarout…should dictate how the world acts. Our star is vast and has so many wonderful things in it," Gelos said quietly before gently pulling Elidibus's's mask down, "Beautiful, precious things that don't need perfected."

The two found themselves drawing in toward one another until their foreheads pressed together. Elidibus's hand absently rose to Gelos's chest, pushing him back lightly as to not pull at any hairs. There was an intensity in the Travler's golden eyes, one he couldn't recognise. 

"Sorry," the red haired man under his breath, averting his gaze.

"Did you do something wrong?"

Gelos reluctantly looked back, mouth open to try and explain himself before shaking his head. Elidibus sighed then turned his head toward the dunes and sea beyond them, remaining close as he dug his fingers into the earth beneath them.

"Is it difficult to be with me? For all the reasons I make the ideal Emissary, I find that the same make me lackluster company. I am surrounded by the greatness of the Convocation and I try to make myself worthy to walk alongside you. In that, I fear I've sheltered myself from the people we serve and thus find it difficult to understand simple phrases and mannerisms. Try as I might, it is sometimes difficult to connect."

“Themis…” Gelos smiled weakly as the other turned to him, cheeks flushed from hearing his given name. The Travler reached out, cupping the other’s cheek in his hand.

“If permitted, I’d take you with me all over the world so you could experience it all. Yet, the Convoction would hunt me down in a second. I’m lucky to steal you away now. Though, I guess I need to speak plainly for you to understand how I feel.”

“Azem…”

“Gelos, please, when it is just us. For now can we be ourselves…I can just be a simple village boy that found himself unable to take his eyes off of the young genius that wandered in from the city.”

Themis just stared, then reached out and rested his hand over Gelos’s larger one, feeling the natural warmth of his aether flow into him. He let their fingers intertwine, then found his friend drawing forward again, that unfamiliar, yet soft gaze upon his face once more. Drawn in, he felt the other’s lips on his own; once, twice, then firmly set upon them. 

“Gelos…,” the Emissary mumbled between clumsy, increasingly eager kisses.

The Traveler leaned back, letting his friend fall against him as he fished his hand against the collar of his robe, parting it to help free him of his white robes. The red-haired man rolled Themis onto his robe, kissing at his neck before slowly slipping his hand up his undershirt. He swallowed as his fingers brushed over Themis's nipple, his eyes cautiously flitting up to watch his reaction.

“The island,” Themis managed to breathe out, finding his shirt pulled up and over his head.

“Island,” the other repeated, content to kiss lower, feeling his friend squirm as he reached his navel.

“Yes…there’s that island we discussed. The one with the volcano…”

Gelos sat up, lifting the other’s hips for a moment to pull his leathers and underclothes from him before tilting his head.

“You wanna talk about that…right now,” he asked, rubbing the other’s thighs, shy glances flitting to the other’s twitching length.

Themis nodded, hand covering himself before reaching back out to the Traveler, pulling him back down. He kissed on him shyly, arms going around his neck once he felt sufficiently covered from the elements. 

“I wish to know your thoughts on the matter…if only to calm my heart. You’ve voiced a dissenting opinion from the rest. What are your intentions?”

Gelos kissed the other’s forehead as he was held, hips wiggling to get his pants off without pulling too far from him. Once free, he let his mind focus on the other’s question, albeit briefly.

“I was thinkin’ of using that new fire creation Lahabreha’s. Use all that violent ambient fire aether to manifest it then take it far far away and take care of it there,” he explained, trying to withhold a moan as he let their bodies meet.

Themis arched his back, pressing into his friend, incrementally turning lover, before pulling him down close. He shook then kissed, on Gelos’s collar, letting his hands start to explore the Traveler’s muscular form, fingers lingering on every scrape and scar.

“Why risk another censure by defying the will of the Convocation? What about that place captivates you so?”

Gelos found it hard to think on the particular subject for the moment, each stray touch by Themis causing him to twitch. With a whine, he lowered himself more firmly upon the Emissary, feeling his stones roll against the other’s. 

“Ah…well, the grapes…” he answered, panting lightly, “I find them rather delicious. It would be a shame to see them ignored. And on that note…I believe there is something else that deserves attention.”

Themis nodded, satisfied with the answer. He opened his legs a little, letting Gelos slide closer, hips rocking together. Once more, kisses were exchanged between stray touches and gropes, until going on so long that the Emissary in his flustered state felt something amiss.

“Az…Gelos, are we doing this right?”

Gelos whined, pressing his forehead against the other’s shoulder.

“I’m…I’m unsure exactly how to manage the…ins and outs of all this,” he eventually answered, head hung.

Themis laid back then looked up to his love, smiling softly before finding himself laughing, Gelos soon joining him.