Red wine and Ginger Spritz

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[kitty-highball]

                                           𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥;

          2oz Red wine,  ⅓ lime juice,⅖ ginger syrup and soda to taste. ______________________________________________________________

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𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐮'𝐫𝐚

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[kolak-magiya-a]

@kitty-highball (cont. because trim is being a pain)

Ilmari's mouth did indeed snap open to retort back that she could indeed handle herself just fine, only to silence herself when he continued to speak- her cheeks puffing out as she pouts at him almost childishly. The very nerve of this strange man! She'd saved his life, entirely voluntarily mind you, and all he could do was call her weak and act suspicious of her! Her tail thumps against the ground at her side, arms crossing over her chest- maybe she'd just let him bleed out next time.. As his words sink in however, she's drawn out of her thoughts and back to the matter at hand- perking up slightly at the promise of a chance.. True, she wasn't much of a killer- but if he had a bounty for them or some such, and so may people wanted that person dead...they were probably dangerous and bad, right?

She thinks it over for a moment, sets the healing salve and bandages in her lap, and reaches out a hand towards the man. "Alright, you've got a deal-" A pause, she blinks. what was she supposed to call him? "..I don't think i've gotten your name, actually." Ilmari adds thoughtfully, looking him over- "and for the record, i'll have to finish tending those wounds before you even think of getting back to business. unless you like the idea of sepsis?"

Qara stared at the outstretched hand distrustfully for a moment. Though he was glad she agreed to the deal, he wondered how long she would feel so eager.

It mattered little to him in the end. His larger hand came forth, clasping with her tiny one and gave it a firm shake.

"Qara." He answered curtly as his brows furrowed. She was awfully trusting of random strangers. He could use that to his advantage mayhap.

...He also didn't know what sepsis was. Though she didn't need to know that.

"...Fine. We'll take the rest of today to prepare, but I can't afford to linger for overlong in one place. Be ready by sunrise tomorrow, or be left behind."

[kitty-highball]

"Qara." She repeats with a nod after the confirmation of his name- Ilmari did note however, the lack of mentioning his tribe. Either he wished to keep it a secret, or didn't have one- or.. perhaps he simply didn't know? Certainly he came from outside the steppe, but it was still a bit surprising to consider the idea that he might have no tribal affiliation at all- even if it was only through knowing what tribe his parents or grandparents might've hailed from. "Oh, i assure you we'll be more then ready!" She grins, giving a glance to her canine companion who still sat watching them- gaze fixed on Qara. Ilmari had been mentally preparing for the day she might have the slightest chance to leave- and while she certainly needed a bell or so to pack some supplies, she already knew what she'd bring and how she'd go about it.

"Now, do try to sit still-" Ilmari continues cheerfully, picking up the healing salve again and scooping out some of the strong smelling substance with her fingers. "This might sting a little, depending on how deep the wound really goes." She doesn't give him more then a moment to process what she's said before she's reaching forward to spread the salve over his wounds.

[milesducemdominus]

The warmth of a shared space was not something in which he had felt since he had been in the barracks as a young man, training to be the man he was today. Oft nights were cold and long, and the comfortable comfort of another was easily offered - - ah, how times had changed but oh, was he thankful now for Ferrien and his company. Endlessly so.

Thus, it is quietly that Aymeric begins to settle and closes his eyes - tucked in and comfortable. If naught else, he wonders if nightmares would be able to grasp him while feeling so bizarrely content. For the moment, he doesn't dread the following day- he doesn't find himself fearful of what may come of it. Instead, he lives in that moment and allows his shoulders to ease aside the tension housed there.

"Aye... I'll try." He utters, tired eyes remaining closed with a remarkable amount of ease.

[kitty-highball]

It was unexpectedly very nice sharing the warmth of another, and he finds himself far more relaxed then he'd expected- any real trace of nerves or worries he may have had earlier melting away, fading into the quiet peace of the night. Ferrien does his best to stay awake for a little while- ensuring Aymeric was able to fall asleep, and hopefully stay that way, before he lets himself begin to drift off- one of his arms draping loosely over the other man's waist, if for no other reason then to serve as a reminder he wasn't alone should the nightmares begin to act up once more. He could only pray this would help, and that Aymeric would feel even just a bit better come morn..

[milesducemdominus]

In the very least, Aymeric finds himself happy that Ferrien feels able to talk about such things; and the very fact that he finds himself in a rare category of decent noble is something he rather cherishes, albeit quietly. If there was but one thing Aymeric had always dedicated himself to, it was the people of Ishgard and that had always covered everyone, not just the noblemen in which he had grown up among. He wasn't about to turn his back on those that deserved a better life, not now- not now he could actually do something about it, albeit slowly.

"You need not be ashamed in the slightest. You reacted in ways that had protected you previously, there is naught wrong in that." If one had only ever seen noblemen and those of the upper echelons as abusers and vicious vulgarities, one couldn't be blamed for reacting so when presented with another noble, regardless of how they seemed at first. To be guided by ones past experiences was natural, and Aymeric certainly didn't hold it against his company.

"I promise you, I will not betray that trust. I only hope to keep improving conditions for all within the city - - and I do hope the insights in which you offer me continue to aid that path. Truly, Ferrien, what I have managed to do thus far would not have happened as swiftly as if had, had I not had your aid the entire time."

[kitty-highball]

His gaze is a bit soft as he studies the other man's face- relieved that he was so understanding and forgiving. Of course he was- honestly, his nerves had likely made him a bit of a fool for thinking for a moment that Aymeric might have held some sort of grudge against him for something like this..

Still, it was a load of his mind to speak on it.. and tt was a testament to that trust he'd grown to hold for Aymeric that he so deeply believed in the efforts he was making- and the genuinity of them.

At his words however, Ferrien's brow lifts in surprise before furrowing, an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks as he lets out a small huff of a laugh. "I..I think you give me too much credit, my lord- though if you feel i have helped you in some way, then i am truly glad of it. I am.. ever glad to assist you, however i can."

[sanctummiles]

@kitty-highball || LIKED for a STARTER with Haldrath

"Are you often so... abrasive?" Haldrath had not long been positioned within some quarters within the expanse of the Vault, staff selected by those within the Congregation of Knights Most Heavenly to aid him should he so need it. Still was he stiff in moving around, weak upon his legs, struggling to find appetite.

Quite what had possessed the Congregation to send this rather impatient, snappy, scowling fellow the male didn't know.

"...I'm curious, my friend..." He begins, rolling a shoulder in an attempt to ease aside the aching there; "--- have you been briefed on your position here-?" Which was a less haughty way of asking if his company knew who he was. Rumours had already begun to circle the city after all - that the lost prince of Ishgard history had been resurrected, somehow.

[kitty-highball]

Was he often so abrasive, as the man put it? yes. unfortunately for almost everyone else he had to deal with in a day. He could hold his tongue enough not to get fired, most of the time any way, but that didn't stop him from being a damned nuisance. Ferrien takes a deep, long suffering breath through his nose- letting it out slowly. He was trying to maintain his patience, but quite frankly this was the strangest job he'd ever been assigned- and he questioned why on earth they wouldn't have sent someone more ready to kiss the boots of ishgards nobility to look after the man rather then him. Perhaps it was an attempt to put him back in line, who was to say. "..My apologies, my lord." He manages finally, posture stiff as he offers a half bow. "I have been briefed, yes, though not extensively. The heavenly knights are not the most forthcoming with information." Certainly not to their lessers.

Certainly he'd heard some rumors circulating- but in truth it all sounded utterly false to him. One could not be brought back from the dead- and he would not put it past ishgards leaders and nobility to fake something like this to sway the masses or some other such idiotic plan..

[kitty-highball]

Eventually, as i attempt my grand return lol, i plan to add a new muse over here! Her name is Zephyrine, she's a miqo'te and she's who i'm currently playing as in a ffxiv story replay with @kolak-magiya

She's a bit flat, sarcastic and full of bad puns, but she's pretty sweet <3 Currently shes a Black Mage, but i plan to switch to either Dark Knight or Reaper when i'm high enough level- something thats more melee but keeps her dark magic-y theme since i've decided thats a big part of her.

[danielcalmdown]

It's tru

[sanctummiles]

@kitty-highball asked: "ah, excuse me-" a voice murmurs softly, belonging to a small Au'ra woman. She smiles nervously, a hand held to her chest. "I don't mean to be a bother, but i'm looking for my dog- she's quite large, with brown fur and upright ears.. have you, by chance, seen her-?" - Ilmari, for whoever you'd have the must fun with uwu &lt;3

"A dog-?" Aloux rose a brow, ever-thankful to be finally free of the confines of the infirmary permanently; his first few breaths of fresh air met with the appearance of a rather short woman - - one with rather extraordinary features; something, in fact, that he had only seen on dragons.

"...I'm afraid I've seen no dogs - - mayhap if you tell me of what it looks like, I can keep an eye out?" He'd not seen many pets at all, in fact- only the odd mention of a housecat.

He pauses, eyes scanning his unusual company more closely ere a thought crossed his consciousness and he couldn't help but question it;

"...You wouldn't happen to be a friend of Cyvel Lamoureaux's, would you? I'm a ... distant cousin." And his dear descendant had not spared a detail speaking of his friends or company of whom were staying with him.

[kitty-highball]

It's hard to hide the way her shoulders droop ever so slightly- no one she'd asked that had dignified her with any sort of response worth noting had said very much the same.. Truly how was it that a canine of Nettles size had not been seen anywhere? At least this man seemed more willing to offer aid then most- at this point she was more or less expecting hostility.. Her head tilts to the side at his question- brows raised in surprise. "Oh? i suppose so, though we're not especially close- i've not been in coerthas long yet, but i have met him and the other Au'ra- like myself- who was staying with him."

Ilmari smiles softly, tucking a lock of hair back into place and giving him a little half bow- "It is a pleasure to meet you regardless, ser- and i would very much welcome any sort of help in searching for my dearest companion.. I'm a little worried she may get into trouble without my supervision.."

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[melamemea]

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[congregenturanimarum]

@kitty-highball asked: Ilmari had managed to carefully sneak out of sight of her tribe that eve, and made her way to reunion with a little basket of name day goodies and gifts. She sneaks over to Ieaki, raising her finger to her lips in a shushing motion- unable to contain her smile as she winks at him playfully. "My family doesn't know im gone- i can't stay overly long, but i wanted to be sure i got to spend a little time with you today~!"

He's truly not expected to see Ilmari that eve- 't was, frankly, akin to an eve like any other - one spent within his home in Reunion, polishing rings and earrings he had spent days on end making, each enriched with material and the most beauteous of gemstones.

His brother is asleep on the far side - thankfully deaf and thus entirely unknowing of his surroundings while so and thus, while Ieaki's heart hammers, he knows they are safe for but a moment.

"Today-?" He queries, whispering out of sheer habit. No... she couldn't have possible remembered, had she? he'd mentioned the date of his nameday but only once--- His expression softens regardless, his smile naught short of utterly touched; "...you truly did remember?"

[kitty-highball]

"of course~ i've been saving all the best gemstones and crystals i've found for the last few months as part of your gift!" Ilmari beams, rocking back and forth on her heels as she holds up the basket- a bow loosely wrapped around it. There was little she could plan in the way of a celebration, but it had been very important to her that they'd at least celebrate his nameday in some way! She'd brought a couple dishes she'd cooked herself, a blanket to spread out so they could have a little picnic, and of course a couple little gifts~ "Happy nameday, Ieaki~! sorry i couldn't wish come sooner." She giggles sheepishly- it would have been too obvious, had she had tried to sneak out during earlier hours of the day.

[kitty-highball]

@speciosuspoematis asked: stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray // 💙

gentleness action prompts

Ferrien really had been working quite hard on his anger issues- he had been, really and truly- and they had, in turn, begun to get better. But that did not mean his hotheaded streak had fully died out- sometimes, he still let his emotions get the better of him. He'd been simply relaxing- getting a bit of fresh air, and awaiting his lovers arrival when he'd finished a bit of longstanding work inside, when some sorry group of bastards had made some passing, slightly aggressive, comments about him and-more importantly, about Cyvel as well. It would always be a sore spot of him- not only because of how deeply he cared for the other man, but because of the treatment he'd seen Cyvel endure already in his life. He'd be damned if he was going to simply stand idle if anyone ever tried to speak ill of or lay hand on him again-

He'd simply snapped back at first, hoping they'd huff and stick their noses in the air- trotting off back to whatever pit they'd crawled out of, but that had not been the case, and the situation had escalated quite quickly- until a punch was thrown, connecting with Ferrien's cheek. If he hadn't been seeing red before, he would have been now as he grabs the man by the shirt and- It's then Cyvel makes his appearance, pulling Ferrien back to reality with a hand grabbing his wrist. Not taking his eyes off the man he'd been fighting, he shoves him a couple steps back as he lets go of his shirt. "I'm sorry-" He breathes out a tense sigh- turning to put a hand on Cyvels arm, in turn partially blocking him from the other men as if worried they might turn their full rage upon him now instead. The hard glare that he'd been giving them softens slightly as he looks down at his obviously concerned lover. "I did not mean to upset you- i simply wanted to warn these gentlemen of the dangers of making unsolicited comments to people they don't know a damn thing about." Theres a little growl to his voice as his gaze darts up to the strangers, who obviously find some degree of amusement in him being dragged away by his lover. It takes all his willpower, not to rush back towards them the moment one of them makes a comment under his breath about their relationship.

[kitty-highball]

@milesducemdominus asked: recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

gentleness action prompts

There it was again. For maybe the fourth or fifth time in the last few minutes, Ferriens eyes dart to the side at the movement in his periphery. As Ferrien had busied himself tidying up a few things, the lord commander had been rather busy in his own right- sat at his desk, focus largely unwavering on his work.. but ever few moments or so, he seemed to shift as if he was uncomfortable or perhaps overly tense- a little rolling of his shoulder, or change of position- nothing overly noteworthy to most perhaps, but Ferrien noticed all the same. He was beginning to perhaps grow a touch concerned. just a touch. Taking a pause from his tidying, he makes his way over to the desk- walking up behind Aymeric and setting a hand lightly on his back, a delicate gesture largely in an attempt to draw away part of the other mans attention. "Pardon the interruption, lord Aymeric-" He starts, voice soft- his hand rubbing Aymerics back almost affectionately before stilling again, as if he'd realized his little slip up and just as quickly clamped down on such impulses again.

He really aught not let himself act out of turn.. Their growing sort of closeness did not mean he was allowed to simply act on any soppy, affectionate impulses his ridiculous mind had. "-You seem far more tense and out of sorts then usual. Are you feeling quite alright? is something amiss?" Ferrien continues, brow pinched with concern as he peers down at him.

[hyprmemes]

gentleness action prompts edit/interpret sender/receiver roles as you see fit

breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event

stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray

melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers

redemption - muse a holds muse b’s face together and rests their forehead against them

home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck

finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm

classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary

honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes

recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself

repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere

subtlety - muse a gently brushes their hand over folds and wrinkles on muse b’s clothing

intimacy - muse a braids/brushes/works knots out of muse b’s hair

domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding

second-nature - muse a runs their hand through muse b’s hair who’s leaning into them from behind

casual - muse a slinks their arms around muse b’s to sit closer

wounded - muse a sways muse b and themself back and forth as a soothing mechanism

care-taking - muse a rubs muse b’s arms repeatedly to get some warm into them

excuses - muse a brushes their thumb lightly against muse b’s rub some dirt/dust/etc away

courting - muse a rests one hand on muse b’s back and holds out the other for muse b to hold to help them climb up/down something

simplicity - muse a playfully runs their finger along the bridge of muse b’s nose in one swift motion

[kitty-highball]

Vc number three, the newest boy living in my head rent free, Ferrien <3

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