#etherealjule

[primalvessel]

@ethereal-jule I'm going to assume it's for Jules whenever you like something of mine unless you tell me otherwise pfffft.

It wasn't unusual for Maru to be gone for moons at a time, occasionally dropping by just to indulge in a little of his lover's warmth for a short time before disappearing off on another adventure.

This time though, it was different.

Ishgard was alive with rumours of a new monster, a new primal so very much akin to Shiva - to those who had known her - and yet different.

And not only that, but that the monster was connected inextricably to the Warrior of Light.

The Miqo'te who had helped broker a peace between man and dragon, the feline who had helped break Ishgard down to allow for it to be built back up better and stronger than before. He'd turned into the very thing he'd been pitted against time and time again.

Those who knew him, cursed themselves for not taking his name seriously because there could be no doubt that the creature, the primal, was Griever.

In order to calm the people, though no doubt it caused him great pain to do so, the Lord Speaker had ordered for increased patrols and all sightings to be reported. The Warrior of Light was not to be approached.

Divided opinions on the warrior were split only further by the news. The man who had torn Ishgard apart had always been a monster to some and now he only showed his true colours.

Nevertheless, the feline had dared to brave the city's wrath because he needed to see Jules.

He needed to see him, to touch him, to say goodbye.

So the dragoon crossed the rooftops with the ease of long practise and in the dead of night, he rapped upon the window of their bedchambers.

[rothalion]

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  Why did it feel as though years had passed when it was but a few moons? Guilt gnawed at his chest, flaring the pain still burning across the expanse of his torso. He stopped to lean against the door frame, hanging his head and sucking in a breath and squeezing his eyes shut. He reached out a fist, knocking sternly upon the door and waited.

  He listened for footsteps from within and, when the door opened, he greeted Julian with a small smile; it failed to reach his eyes. He pushed himself up from the wall, slumping his shoulders and wincing slightly.

  “I apologize, my dear, that I have been gone so long,” he admitted, his ears flicking downward. Things had been called to his attention, but he assumed that Jules already suspected such and didn’t quite need the explanation. He stepped forward, wincing at the ache sparking up a leg like lightning. A hand lifted to rake fingers through vibrant locks, a huff dripping from lips as he glanced away. “I may have arrived much earlier if not for...” He trailed off, shaking his head.

[primalvessel]

Extra angst for the angst thread with Jules; if/when they do part ways, if Maru tries to find news on how he’s doing weeks or months later,,,

Turns out Jules health is declining due to struggling with eating and sleeping and such, and largely save for a few patients and colleagues no one really seems him anymore (he’s always in a poor mood when they do)

Basically; Local viera dying slowly from grief, despite trying his best to keep going. He would truly likely not recover, though if he ever did he would be a very different person- more closed off then ever and a very quiet person..

Extra extra angst for the angst thread...

You think Maru will get to live that long?

@ethereal-jule

[primalvessel]

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It had been a chance coincidence that the feline had crossed paths with the healer on leaving the bar but there had been genuine joy in both of them on meeting once more. Maru, having had only one drink was barely tipsy but it was  enough for him to get a little handsy and what had begun as friendly greetings turned heated in the shadow of the bar.

Given that a rather grubby alley didn’t seem like the ideal place to get better acquainted, the Miqo’te had agreed to join the Viera somewhere a little more private.

And that was how he’d come to be sat on the edge of the Viera’s bed with his clothes tossed aside and his legs parted, framing the contoured length stood at full mast between them and the tall Viera stood over him.

Maru ran warm hands up the outside of those long legs and peered up at him with an inviting little smirk.

[primalvessel]

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Long days and longer nights had kept them apart for too long and yet despite the days they spent together and the nights wrapped in each other’s arms, it still didn’t feel like enough. Maru was greedy for Julian’s affections and while he didn’t demand them, he gladly soaked them up when they were offered.

And that was how they’d wound up, fresh from a shower to relax into the evening, Julian with a glass of wine on the coffee table and a book in hand while Maru laid, warm, across his lap, arching his back just slightly to encourage the movement of the Viera’s fingers along that fine line of fur down the Miqo’te’s spine.

If he wanted to give butt scritches, Maru would be okay with that too.

[primalvessel]

@ethereal-jule continued from here: xx Because i’m a thread whore yes. (I was not supposed to make more threads woops)

The feline’s reaction to Julian’s careful approach was to recoil away from him, not even looking at the magic glowing in the Viera’s fingertips. He shook his head, clenched his hands around the white mess in his palms and looked honestly afraid of Julian coming closer.

“No!” he replied, accidentally shouting as he backed up again, tail lashing behind him. “No, Julian, please...”

Another shake of his head and stopped in place, opening his hand to show the Viera the drying white blood there, if he could see it from the distance Maru had put between them. “This is... This isn’t a wound you can heal... This is corruption,” he tried to explain, fumbling with a means of explaining his last adventure in as few words as possible.

He was scared though and that fear was all over his posture. “I don’t want to hurt you! I don’t want to hurt anyone!”

[primalvessel]

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He’d never made any secret of it when he was in one of those moods and that night was no different.

Jules hadn’t long gotten in from work before the feline had crawled up the length of the reclined Viera’s body for a kiss that quickly turned hungry as Maru made sure his lover was in the mood. As soon as he was sure, he’d leaned in and whispered into one of Julian’s long ears:

“I want to suck your cock.”

And he’d scooted back down Julian’s body to do exactly that.

Within moments, he had his lips wrapped around the head of Julian’s cock, his hand wrapped around the base to stroke what he hadn’t yet taken in.

[primalvessel]

@ethereal-jule continued from here: xx  (Just to keep things tidy because ask threads are weird)

“Much as it pains me to do so,” he replied in a further grumble, that one fuzzy little ear pivoting to track the movement and a blurry figure eventually stepped into view of the one barely open eye. He dared to crack open the other a little too, though the abundance of light it allowed (however little it was in actuality) made him wince and close it once more.

A few moments were taken to just breathe and hope that the pain eased off enough for him to properly take in his surroundings but he listened rather than looked for the time being.

“Mm,” he rumbled softly. “Would have been easier for you, no doubt, had I perished. I have no next of kin to speak of and easier to dispose of the body than to nurse it back to health. Though I suppose the Scions would need be informed of my untimely end...” His jaws clearly weren’t too terribly wounded it seemed.