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warrior of light, beloved

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Hi, it’s topaz. Until I have more time and focus or sessionbox starts working again… I have moved all my FF XIV muses onto this blog aside from Roi. That includes

G’raha Tia / The Crystal Exarch / Zerah Aria / Violette Roux / Z’jeht Tia

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Jeht emotion challenge 

Pissed.

Happy.

Nervous.

Sad.

Cocky. 

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BARD

 WEARY TRAVELER, come to rest in a land so cold? Her brow lifts as she watches with careful eyes, the smell is pungent filling her nostrils but she makes on remark. It is not her place to intrude, merely play a melody that inspires awe in the hearts that she captures. Quiet groveling or the false seductions line the air, the overwhelming melancholy of this tavern sticks to her like a second skin. She can sense he is the same, perhaps running from something too, aren’t they all? One long leg crosses over the other as she adjusts her ruby red coat. In the cold of Coerthas, the bard refuses to dim in hues of powder white.  “A sad song?” she seems surprised, it is rare to have such a request given to her.

 Most wish to hear praise of their patron Deity, heroes of yore, something good to fill their stomachs with a sense of warmth. “How strange, most like to hear something happy” she then snickers, laughter filtering through her pinken lips as she shakes her head, “Coin is not needed, a drink will suffice. First a melody that tugs at the heartstrings, now your luck with a coin is low? Tsk, I’m sorry to hear, my friend” her voice then clears, a memory that fills her mind paints the illustration she wishes to convey. 

 A story she remembers from her wayward youth, her lips then part filling each crevice of the tavern with her haunting voice. How strange it felt to sing a story that was only heard in the East, she had never allowed those within Eorza to hear the tale of the Auspice who wept for her beloved. Only in godhood could she bestow immortality, but by then the one she loved was long gone from the realm of the living, forced to endure such a fate - she was consumed by sorrow. 

  The ballad still causes her fingers to quiver, hesitating if just for a second as she continues to strum her lute with such precision, it nearly illuminates a time so long gone - a distant life she forgoes. “Ah….!” her voice pauses, the lopsided smile gracing her doll-like features as she chuckles, “My, it’s been years since I sung of the phoenix…” lavender eyes close briefly, she can see it come to life once more - crimson, the theater that lit up when the Geisha would sing how bittersweet it tastes upon her tongue. The story of love that was too late, words that could never be said falling into regret as madness consumed the Auspice. Her lute lays upon her lap, calm as can be as she then teases softly.

   “Tell me, wanderer - are you another sad heart seeking comfort in Ishgard? You shall not find any here”

━━ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᶤᵍᶰˢ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶤᶰᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʳᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷʳᵒᶰᵍ  「Her surprise is not lost on him. How rare it is for men to indulge their sorrows. Most came to bards to have their spirits lifted. He just wanted to allow himself time to mourn. A sea of sadness swallowed his heart and he was tired. Tired of faking the smiles. Tired of being strong. Just as he had been since the day he received news that his older brother died, he had to be the strong one. The one that bears the load upon his shoulders. Even if it hurt. Even if he saw those he loved cry, he couldn’t. He was the pillar. He had to hold them up. 

  That’s why he sometimes must be alone. Even if it is unfamiliar to him. Even if he misses far too many people. Alone, he can be hurt. But in the eyes of the world, he is unbreakable. Not because he’s the so-called Warrior of Light (and he even lost his blessing! Truly useless, is he not?) but because he cannot afford to be weak. Just as he had to stand for his mother and sisters, for Sehba and the tribe. For the Scions. Against Primals and gods know what else. He must stand brave against his own despair. Easier when he’s sober, of course. But being sober is becoming less and less ideal. Even if he values his mind so much. 

 He shuts his eyes as he lets the ballad seep into his very soul. Despite his love of books and words, he never found himself gifted with them. Hearing such a hauntingly beautiful and mournful tale makes his already heavy heart ache. As if it is more acceptable to be sad about IT that the hell that has become his life as of late. He looks back at the woman when she is finished. Had he been sober, he may have at least forced a smile. But nay, the drink only makes his melancholy more impossible to ignore. 

  “I doubt there can be comfort found for me anywhere.” He says bitterly, a sigh quietly fleeing his lips. “Aye, my bad luck has naught to do with coin. Tis more to do with homeland and betrayal. I don’t want for material things. In the tribe I was raised in, we only were spared a bit of coin for our individual spending. I am used to having little.” The alcohol loosens his lips, it seems. As a man of his word, Z’jeht returns to the barkeep and orders himself a drink. “What can I get for you then, mistress?” He asks back to her. Once he has received both, he returns to her. 

  “There is nowhere else for me to go but this place. Would that I could go back to the desert, I would quit this place in a moment. I am ill-suited for the cold, I’m afraid. But perhaps it’s a fitting punishment.” For arrogance. 」

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Want to ship? Feel free to tell me straight off!

Yes, shipping does need chemistry between the two muses, but if you look at my muse and think ‘You know what, I’d like to ship my muse with theirs!’, feel free to tell me, even before we start threads!

I love having a direction/goal to work the characters towards – when I write fiction on my own, I like having goals and plot points, like romances, family and friend relationships, rivals and enemies.. why wouldn’t I like having the same with RP? RP is just collaborative fiction writing!

There’s no shame in liking ships, or even RPing for ships. There’s tons of people in the world who love to read romance novels, and no one tries to tell them that’s wrong or worse than liking mysteries, or fantasy adventure. Neither preference is wrong, it’s just that – a preference!

So please – if you want to ship, or work towards of ship, in any capacity : romance, family, friends, rivals, and everything in between – TELL ME! I’d love to see what we can come up with together!

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N’WELHI

Once again, he lets out a brief burst of laughter as he settles down more comfortably on his bed. He already knew that Jeht would refuse his offer, yet he couldn’t resist the urge to tease him. He just looks so adorable when he’s mad at him. He doesn’t know much about the other man’s past, yet he won’t bother asking him questions about it. He can understand why some people want to keep secrets. It’s not his case, of course — he has nothing to hide and proudly wears his heart on his sleeve. 

“I know you do it for the sake of Eorzea. Can’t let this hero die on the battlefield, hm?” He stares at the roof for a moment with a little smile playing on his lips. As much as he appreciates Jeht’s efforts to become a great healer, he’s aware he does it for a greater cause than his (dumb) butt. He would be just equally loyal to another warrior of light — especially if they’re smarter than he is. “Not that I’m not grateful — I know you would be happier watching another warrior of light’s butt but you’re stuck with me for now.” He sticks his tongue out at his companion —– he won't die so easily. Not after so many people sacrificed their lives for him. He carries their legacies in his heart and he refuses to disappoint them with an early grave. 

━━ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵈᵃʳᵏᵉˢᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʷᶰ 「He watches the other man with a raised eyebrow. N’welhi KNEW he looked good. At times, it was frustrating. It was as if he could see way too clearly that he found him attractive. All the time he spent trying to hide his feelings for other men and this idiot could be so open and carefree about it... Maybe he was jealous of his freedom. The idea alone makes him frown.

  “I see no point in wishing I could help a different hero. After all, I am stuck with you.” He sighs. He knows the other is likely teasing him, so he doesn’t bother arguing. In truth, N’welhi frustrates him to incredible levels. He may actually be the most annoying person he has ever met. But at the same time, he could tell he had a good heart for the most part. He shakes his head, another heavy sigh leaving his lips. “If you are truly grateful, mayhap you should show it by not letting yourself get roughed up so much.” His tone is serious, even if he is sort of teasing him anyway. 」

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BARD

  SO MANY SEEK WARMTH, she had seen it a thousand times within this tundra. Those that hid from the snowfall, cusping a drink to drown the sorrows life brought. This place always felt so depressingly lonely, as if the cold was a manifestation of sorrow from the ones deemed heretical or outcast. Why did she drift here?She was unsure, perhaps to catch a glimpse of what was && could never be. Some knew of her face, snickering that the fall from grace must have forced her to hit the hard ground. 

She would only smile, chuckling how little they knew. By morning, she would evade them all being nothing more than a fleeting thought, seeking respite from the howling winds the bartender agreed - for free room, she would need to entertain the guest. This was not Mor Dhona, where tankards would raise as the bard would move swiftly, strumming her lute as crowds clapped nor the scorching heat of Ul’dah where song && merry flowed in the plenty. This was Coerthas, here the ballads came in a soft voice, a caress to adhere to rigid life that never changed. 

 Upon a perch, she feels like a small bird continuously singing or strumming about without a care, no one cares - they only wish to take advantage of the heat the fires provide. Memories strum through her mind, long days spent practicing upon her koto or girlishly clapping her hands in song, a siren she felt likened to. Suddenly, her features perk as she hears a voice causing her to stop. A flutter of lashes as her lilac eyes look at him, a perfect smile crossing over her lips as she nodded.

  “Of course, what better to warm the hearts of men than a mere melody?” she placed her lute within her lap examining him. He did not look the typical soldier or merchant straggling behind, awaiting for the storms to subside to continue on their trek. Happily, she chirps, “What would you like to hear?” her devilish tongue even teasing as she chuckles.

              “If it’s Halone && her glory, ask the goddess to stop this dreadful snow as payment”

━━ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᶤᵍᶰˢ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶤᶰᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʳᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷʳᵒᶰᵍ  「 He chuckles a little at her response. The cold and snow made travel much more difficult. Like the scorching sun in the desert, the heat sole the lives of many men as they attempted to trek through it... This cold was no softer. Just as vicious as the heat. There was so much he didn’t understand about the changes this land had undergone. He would love to learn more. To spend his time researching how much the calamity had changed.

  But it was just fleeting desire. His days of study were more or less over, as was his life as a simple adventurer or mercenary. He was a fugitive in the land he spent his entire life in. He was more or less no one in this land. Not that he cared about fame and fortune. But what a crash to the ground it had been. From being celebrated to being hated. From being SOMEONE to being no one at all yet again. He wonders if Sehba and his sisters have heard anything. Do they think he is dead? 

  “Nay. Nothing like that.” He says softly. Even if the booze had calmed his racing thoughts, it made the sorrow louder in his heart. Liquor had always made him more emotional. Or rather, more prone to show emotion. His dark hair falls in his face as his gaze is cast to the ground. He has enough money to pay whatever she does charge, most likely. There are few emotional outlets a man like him has. Mayhap if it was anger and not sorrow. He wishes it was anger. But no. Just regret. 

 “Can you do something sad? The saddest song you can think of?” Maybe hearing something full of sorrow will allow his heart to mend itself, at least for a little while. “I can pay you and buy you a drink if you like. Not like my money is gonna do me much good with the bad luck I’ve been having of late.” He laughs bitterly. A quiet laugh. What a mess he is. 」

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*crushes my emotions with my bare hands* as I was saying,

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Me: Nothing can stop me now

Myself: *stops me*

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*BLUSHES BUT DOES IT IN A REALLY TOUGH/COOL WAY*

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1 (800) TRY ME

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A good trope: confident characters getting flustered by their love interest

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