#emix

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FFXIVWrite 2025, day 17: Flower

Emix tries to commune with the "Elementals" of the Rak'tika Greatwood.

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Idr if I've talked about Emix's aetheric balance issues on here.

So Hydaelyn sort of occupies the hole left by the Elementals for Emix, and so Emix will, for example, pull aether from the Star for their Paladin magic, and generally lean heavily into Hydaelyn/The Star/Light, and in so doing—even before Shadowbringers—their aether becomes somewhat overwhelmed with Light. They end up picking up RPR and BLM to try to balance things out, with mixed success.

Then on the First they have to try even harder to not get overwhelmed by Light for myriad reasons. So where we are right now, which is mid-ShB (just did Qitana Ravel, three Wardens down), they're starting to lose their grip on their Dark-aligned skills. Which I'm sure is fine.

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Day 4: Monstrous. Emix worries about what will happen if the Light corruption takes over.

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I love them both.

And my heart aches for that.

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[Just a story about the preparations for a totally normal banquet where everything will be fine.]

Urianger seemed surprised when he looked up from his tomes to find Emix approaching, but the surprise on his face was accompanied by a warm, if tentative, smile.

"What kind twist of fate bringeth thee into my presence, my dear?" he asked. "I would have thought thee in Ul'dah, celebrating thine achievements on the Steps of Faith."

"That's my next stop," Emix said. "But you were on my way, so I thought I'd drop off another primal relic and ask for your opinion on what to wear." At the curious tilt of Urianger's head, he continued, "I haven't been to many banquets, much less one where I had a choice of attire. I've never really been one for fashion, but I know I'm supposed to look nice, so..."

"So thou didst come to...me?"

Emix smiled sheepishly. "One might also call it an excuse to see you beforehand."

With a tug at his hand, Urianger allowed himself to be guided toward his own chambers so that his partner could test his options of attire.

"I've got it narrowed down to two," Emix said, retrieving a few carefully-stowed garments from his pack.

He laid the options out on the bed before disrobing to try the first one on. He felt himself blush as he went—he knew it was silly to feel embarrassed by this point, but that feeling of foolishness only made the embarrassment worse. The tension was only diffused, or at least redirected, when Urianger stepped softly up behind him and placed his hands on his waist and a kiss on his ear.

"Pray allow me to assist thee."

He helped Emix into the shirt, a simple button-down with slightly ruffled sleeves, overlaid with a vest. He reached around him to button it and then laced the vest in the back while the Duskwight pulled his skirt on, an equally simple garment whose color matched the top.

"Elegant," Urianger commented, tapping his chin as Emix slowly spun around to give him a full view. "'Twould suit thee well under normal circumstances. Yet I fear 'tis overly simple for this night. If thou art to be recognized as a champion, eyes shall be upon thee. 'Twould be a shame for them to fall on such understated garb. Save it for an occasion that calleth for less ostentation—with more appropriate shoes, I might add. Those fit not the ensemble."

Emix found himself taken aback. While he was no stranger to seeing Urianger in his element—he loved nothing more than to get him started talking about topics that interested him, after all—he did not expect to see it in this particular scenario. He had sought his input mostly as a means of settling his nerves, yet here he was getting legitimate advice.

"I didn't know you had such knowledge of fashion," he said.

Now it was Urianger's turn to blush. "'Tis not an interest I am keen to speak on outside of trusted company, lest others ask as to wherefore I would choose not to apply said interest to mine own wardrobe. But aye, 'tis an interest all the same. Now, pray, move onto the dress."

Said dress was one of lightweight fabric with a ribbon around the waist, cut such that the legs were only covered on the sides, perfect for the warm weather in Thanalan. Urianger nudged him to sit on the edge of the bed in order to help him with the stockings, which were a slightly lighter blue than the dress itself. He knelt in front of him and guided the stockings on with a reverence that gave Emix goosebumps, and that was before he placed his lips against the skin of his thigh just above the band. Despite Emix's sudden desire to drag Urianger onto the bed with him and forego the banquet altogether, he allowed himself to be helped up so that he could show off the full outfit.

"I shall admit to a certain bias," Urianger said with a quirk of his lips, "but I would offer my vote in favor of this one."

"It's not too...much?" Emix asked.

"Nay," he assured him, running his hand along Emix's exposed shoulder and up to cradle his face. "'Tis a banquet, after all. Thou hast license to embrace garb becoming of thy form."

Emix turned his head to kiss the palm of Urianger's hand.

"I really appreciate your help," he murmured.

When he broke away and went to collect the rejected outfit, Urianger interrupted him. "Pray leave those here, that thou might have reason to return to me this eve."

Emix set them down and turned to him with a wry smile. "You could have just asked me to come back without pretense."

"An additional incentive doth no ill," Urianger said with a shrug.

Emix stepped up to him, tossing his arms around his shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. When they separated, he whispered against his partner's lips, "I'll see you tonight."

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The MSQ doesn't give you much time to process losing the Blessing of Light (patch 2.5), but I figured it would affect Emix a lot, so I wrote a thing about how he's coping.

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Arguably Kinktober 1: Dirty Talk

(It's really more like a parody of the prompt, featuring two socially anxious Elezen and a meme. Rated T at most.)

It had been weeks since Emix and Urianger had confessed their feelings for one another, and yet it felt as though their relationship had gone nowhere in that time. Urianger spent most of his time at the Waking Sands, occasionally appearing at the new headquarters the moment he was needed, only to return to Vesper Bay as soon as his work in Revenant's Toll was completed. Emix, meanwhile, had been sent all over Eorzea on a multitude of tasks, from fighting another primal, to apprehending a spy, to exploring an unearthed Allagan ruin. It was rare for them to see each other for more than a few moments at a time. On one hand, Emix was happy to take things slowly, given their own limited experience in the area, but this was bordering on ridiculous.

It seemed Urianger was of the same mind, as he guided Emix towards a less populated corner of the Rising Stones on the way out of Minfilia's solar after a meeting with the rest of the Scions.

"So the antecedent has bidden thee rest," he commented once they were more or less alone. "If thou art amenable, I am inclined to take advantage of said request. Lest thou forget, our erstwhile headquarters lie empty save for mine oversight." He took Emix's hand in his and asked, "May I see thee this eve?"

Emix swallowed hard, but gave him a nod with an almost shy smile. Possible implications aside—they would unpack that later—it would be nice to finally get some time alone together.

Urianger returned the smile with one of his own.

"Then when thou hast seen thy business here to completion"—he leaned in, bringing his lips an ilm from Emix's ear so that they could feel his breath on their skin—"pray return to the Waking Sands."