#fayte zema

[mwuhuha]

Zyere: You musta really betrayed [Yan].

Fayte: Not really.

Zyere: ...

Fayte: Well, the second time I just stole a peak of personal memories and blatantly hit on the girl he considered a daughter.

Zyere: .......

Fayte: Oh, do you know her?

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Despite dressing like a hobo, Zyere openly criticizes Fayte's clothing choices. He once made the mistake and did it in front of Yan which resulted in Yan staring him down, then smacking the crap out of him and forcing into fancy clothes that he was made to wear for a whole day. Fayte probably has pictures somewhere. 

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Heart Trout Replica always reminds me of Fayte and it’s very odd.

[theworldshome]

The BETTER Dragon. Fayte Zema. BYE EVE.

....Okay, naaaaah, Fayte is the former dragon, came before Eve around the same time as Yan and Lyre. Yan and them were good buddies, his Shin before him and Shin started getting along again. They turned out to be a traitor though and coming to the choice of killing Yan or quitting, chose to quit. Fayte is one of my favorite, favorite OCs, second generation! and has ton of plot nothing to do with Home or Arma but got wrangled in to beat the crap out of Shin when this plot was first developing. (The Arma was actually created in a DBZ RP of Shin's early amnesia days in the Arma as a duuganshi. My training posts were all other Arma beating her up. Good old days.) They won't pop in here much except the occasional group picture or past scene (I have a sketch of them and Yan and a bigger thing they're apart of coming up one dayyyy) but I liked how this headshot turned out and figured I post it = w=

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Zip Me

Cause Rachel secretly wants smut. So I will deny her and give her partial anti-otp feels AND post this when she's sleeping :D

There was something about her back that appealed to him. Perhaps because there was no worry to her back. Nothing surprising came from it. When she lay peacefully on her stomach there was no gender to be weary of. Even as he was coming to understand the very slight changes in her that came with the switch of gender her back always remained the same. She was still most comfortable in that position too. She did not like revealing herself so much, even as she tended to forget in the heat of moments. She always ended up on her belly afterwards, hiding her flat chest and whatever genitals she might have. Her face was buried in her arms and she seemed asleep though he knew better. He let his hand lower, drawing his fingertips up her spine which caused a small shiver but no noise of protest. He frowns slightly as he reaches her neck and turns his gaze away to the rising sun.

“You need to get going,” he says gently, a reminder. She shakes her head stubbornly and a weak smile comes to his lips. “I’ll leave you here,” he offers which causes her to move one hand awkwardly from under her. She reached out, attempting to grab his sleeve which was her habit, and finding only his bare skin she decides to turn her head to look at him. Her fingers curled around his arm and surprisingly her interest seemed to keep to his eyes even as he shook his head and looked away.

“Can I go like this?” she asks blankly, as was her way.

He makes a small face then shrugs. “If you’d like, but I don’t think you’d like,” he offers a bit bleakly and she nods in agreement before forcing herself up. He didn’t look as she revealed herself, more out of modesty then discomfort. He was more used to her forms then he’d perhaps like to admit. His eyes fell on her underwear and he leaned forward to grab them for her as she reached and took his shirt. She holds it up and frowns.

He raised an eyebrow and she met his gaze after a moment more of debate. “I don’t think those will fit,” he says wearily. Zyere wore shirts too large for his long torso that would only serve to drown her small frame.

“I don’t want to wear that thing again,” she says simply.

He blinks, then looks over her to the corset that lay strewn to the side, surprisingly not ripped in half. “Well I’m not wearing it,” he says lightly in jest before looking back to her genuinely disappointed face and scowling. “Come on, I’ll help,” he offers, if only because he remembered how difficult it was to get off. He climbs over her and takes it, a frown coming to his face as the memory of hours before returned. She did it on purpose he knew. Perhaps it was a test of some sort, on his patience, on how much he wanted her. Not as much, he thought for next time. Once he was started however, no matter how frustrated he became, a stubborn wanting came over him. He felt a little bad about that. It was different than what he was used to. It was not a deep longing or even a need for touch as he once experienced. It was pure stubbornness. How does one have such a relationship based on that? He wasn’t sure, but there he was each time she approached him in such a manner. He didn’t even really care.

Picking up the corset he frowns, flipping it over in his hands trying to remember it’s right form. It was an odd garment. It took him another moment before he remembered and then he frowned deeper. Fayte sat silently, her arms raised a little so he could wrap it around her but still seeming to debate the merits of going naked. He stared down then, before he returned his gaze to her back, imagining the corset back upon her. “Fatye.”

“Hm?” she acknowledges without turning her head.

“How did you get this on to start.” He said it more than asked, not sure he wanted the answer. The corset tied in the back.

She pauses. He noticed and felt his grip tighten a little on the fabric. Her lips parted slightly but her mouth did not open as she chose not to answer. He waited a long moment then simply closes his eyes for a moment, resisting the urge to scowl. He pulled it around her instead, a bit rougher than he meant to and it jostled her. She didn’t seem to mind however, closing her eyes as well and regaining her balance easily enough. He felt a bit ill suddenly and it was completely irrational. Fayte’s silence was not an admission of guilt. It was probably just Yan or maybe even one of her mothers, or dad! Depending on her form…But the silence irked him, as if daring him to imagine. He thought once more to her undressing as he handled the ties, straightening her back with the tightness, but still careful not to go too far and break her. She liked a little roughness, something else he was not entirely used to but he had to be careful. She was quite fragile. She took sharp intakes each time he pulled but did not complain, not yet. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his fingers as they grazed her skin before the sudden discomfort each time he pulled. She hated the corset, making a vow to never get one again, but she quite liked Zyere’s help with what would otherwise be a mundane if not impossible task.

“Maybe it was magic,” she says softly as he was reaching the bottom and the pulls were no longer as sharp.

“Maybe,” he replies coolly, not interested in her whimsy at the moment.

She opens her eyes then turns her head to look to him, hiding most of her face in her long bit of hair. He lifted his gaze to her and they simply stared for a moment. She turns herself, and leans forward, her hands falling next to him to support her weight as she kissed him very tenderly. He did not return it at first. His eyes remained open although lowered and wondered for a moment how he had ended up there. But the softness of her lips against his warmed him and he felt his eyelids lower slowly. There was perhaps no reason to fight it. Even if there was some foreign person dressing her, touching her...even if she wasn’t his...It was probably better that way.

She pulls away just as he was moving to deepen the kiss, remembering the sun and not wanting to undo his work already. She didn’t go far though, taking in his slightly annoyed expression and offering one of her rare and very small smiles. “You will help with my boots as well right?”

Now he scowled.