#khuja'sae

[darkredphantomx]

I dribbled a drabble

... dibbled a doodle...

I made this today

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Gonna add one for Khu

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I forgot if I ever uploaded this

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It had been a long time in the making. The self doubt had taken its toll on the young man as he approached his 19th year of life. He knew that even as far as they had come, the progress they had made was a group effort, just as he had been raised to believe. The moon had been a stressful one. The anniversary of his mother's death had been a few weeks prior and Khuja'sae was left to perform tribe rituals in her honor by himself. He had considered taking a friend but the rejection he received simply left a biting pull at his chest so taunt that he could play a hateful melody on his very heartstrings. There was so much to thwart him. His mother taught him better. As he spoke to the place where the family had always assumed her body lay after the destruction of the calamity, he could hear the elementals sing. The next days Khuja'sae buried himself in work. A silent prayer went out to his mother that, if not for him, let those who supported the ginger miqo'te be happy. A dream of a stage in the forest lingered on his mind. Later that same moon came a missive, a simple address was it's contents. Curious as was the cat, he journeyed to the lands where he had grown up to investigate. There he found a house with the company name he had founded. It was beautiful. The young man stood dumbfounded as his dream, no, their dream was taking physical shape. How many of his friends had willed this to be? How long had they kept such a grand secret? Upon seeing a familiar shirtless man with a familiar dragon tattoo etched and scarred on his back, Khuja'sae began to cry, "Z-zeeeee..." It was real. It was really becoming real. With his face buried in Zevi'to's bare chest, he continued to sob. It was really happening now. @i-the-zai @thornedembers @ffxiv-zevi @ffxiv-lyon @luckysparrowffxiv

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I drew a Khu!

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Gonna try and do some reaction art this week if I get some asks. Please send me some questions!

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Homecoming

Recovery had been a long process since the day of the rescue. Khuja'sae could still feel the drain on his aether. Patches of his skin that had been bored into by the suit still ached, but he had to come back.

His animals had been cared for by his father, who had been very supportive during recovery. Both Charlie the chocobo and Fidget the sand drake were happy to see Khuja'sae safe at last. He had shared many tears then. Time with his father and his father’s partner helped ease the transition from prisoner to a free man. Freedom, as much as he could gain, it was always something he clung to.

Khuja'sae had rode to the old house first, realizing that the little cottage that felt like such a victory to obtain wasn’t where Lucky was anymore. He remembered setting up the stage in the new house and rewiring everything as best he could. He remembered the schematics to the vocal amplifier he had installed there and the stage switch. His father had helped him research that.

As the eye patch wearing keeper approached the house at the waterfall, he stopped to take in the sights. It was still here. Thriving. Living. Just like him. The elementals sung into the man’s ears. There was hope here. There were good feelings here. People’s lives changed here for the positive. Just as he had dreamed.

Khuja'sae slipped off of his bird and fell to his knees. There was hope here. There was healing here. Fingers gripped at the grasses and clover outside of arching entrance. This was his place and he had finally made it home.

The office hadn’t changed, besides a new hole in the wall. To Ziyo, the fist that made it had flown a touch too close to his face for comfort. The finance manager had left as he sensed the owner being hostile, but for Ziyo, it took a blunter approach.

The fear in Ziyo’s eyes searched for Khuja'sae’s sanity. The mage didn’t judge the man as his breath caught in his throat. The two of them had never been friends, but it wasn’t like Khuja'sae to outright attack him. There was silence between the two men as they stood there taking in the altercation.

Ziyo swallowed, and, in barely a whisper, the mage’s voice bit through the air, “This is a safe place, Khuja'sae. You need to work out these problems before you get anywhere near my employees or I will have T'eagin throw you out on your ass. Paperwork be damned. Shit like this isn’t something the man I promised–”

“Get the hells out of my office.” Came a low growl from the ginger miqo'te. His good eye rose in apology, “Please… just get out.”

Ziyo scooted along the wall, gaze locked on his boss. As asked, he left the room quickly.

Khuja'sae plunked onto his chair, running his hands through his hair. His metal eye whirred as it focused on the grain of the archer’s desk. Freedom, in so many ways. Still a prisoner in his mind. Shackled to his physical and mental changes. Could he really call this an escape?

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Doodle challenge picture. Khu and his fiancé’s children. He’s starting to get the hang of this.