I'marah Jhin

An in character blog for I'marah Jhin ~ FFXIV Balmung. May occasionally contain nsfw content. Face claim: Karen Gillan

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@thegoddamnhawkman -  Rastirah and Anhe’s bonding ceremony!

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Admiring her new friend.

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Marah puzzling out what new masterpiece to create in her decked out kitchen. (Spoiler: It’s probably a cake)

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Wonderful tea and atmosphere come together for a charming dinner experience. The roast was simply to die for, smokey and rich. Au jus that was just the perfect complement of flavors and vegetables that must have been fresh that morning. However beware the generous portions and come with a hearty appetite as dessert is a must. You won’t wait long for a meal of a lifetime in this cozy little den. Thank you for a wonderful evening Chantico and may you have a wonderful time with your endeavors. See the menu here @ https://bunoftheboughs.carrd.co/ 

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My new ‘seaside cottage’ setup that’s as close to Marah’s IC home as possible! On the shores near Costa del Sol. The downstairs little bedroom is for her daughter and the loft bed is Marah’s.

Amazing screenshots by @lasarethslair - Thank you so much for the pictures, and for spending hours helping me figure out how to make the darn bed go up high. <3

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Beautiful screenshots taken by a couple awesome FFXIV friends! ^_^

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Marah about to throw down.

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Placed on deity Vha's shrine once a week is a fabric flower, stitched by an amateur hand with great care. Marah comes alone to set each new blossom of varying shades of red and material into the offering bowl, weeping over the ascension of a former love and a wonderful friend. She seeks no blessing, only a hope for a lessened sense of heartache and loss. Becoming a deity is a great honor, but a deity cannot be hugged or held or invited to spend time with a growing little girl who adores him.

Ah, Marah. Sweet, precious Marah. Seeing her every week is a bittersweet feeling, one that the deity Vhaso’a meets with a smile and a tear. Of course she wouldn’t ask for a blessing, nor expect one in turn, but that would not do for him.

There isn’t much that he is allowed to do, but when he’s allowed to intervene, it comes in the form of a dream. The dream is vivid, and altogether too real, and it involves him carefully settled atop a picnic blanket. There’s lunch, and a blue sky. A light breeze and a sweeping plain.

It’s all too good to be true and she’ll know it, but perhaps she’ll appreciate the chance to be held and catch up. To talk and to have that couple of hours where things are simple.

It might be mildly alarming when she wakes up in the morning with more clothing than she had on; she’ll come to find that she has his old jacket on, the vibrant red almost matching her hair.

It still smells like him.

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