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[rose-from-ashes]

A flustered morgy @morganaux, courtesy of Emet being a bastard :3

[grumpyascianteddybear]

@morganaux

Hadianna hummed as the wine was opened, grabbing the bottle before it could be poured for them. The princess took a sip and rolled it around in her. There was the taste of the wine and something that lay just under it. Ah, yes, she knew that flavor well. It was a poison that many liked to use to try and get rid of royals they didn't like.

She moved her white hair out of her face before she spits out the wine and puked. She was gonna have cold sweats for a few days as well. " It would appear that someone was trying to poison you, your grace. My Love is a very potent poison, and the only reason I am not on the floor is due to my high tolerance. It's very popular in garlemald."

[nossumusmanus]

No matter how often Quintus found himself within the vast halls of the imperial palace(beyond the soldiers' barracks), it never ceased to amaze him. It was breathtaking and intimidating in equal measure, and he found himself stopping more often than he cared to admit in order to gaze in awe at the architecture and decor. But the young man of sixteen summers had been given his first important mission as a soldier of the Ist Imperial Legion, and he would not disappoint his father or the Emperor by dragging his feet along the way to his appointed station. The palace gardens, or rather greenhouses given the harsh climes of the land, were not the place he had been expecting to find himself today, he would admit. But the moment he stepped through the threshold and into the large area full of all sorts of flora, his breath was taken away yet again at the magnificence of it all. The colors, the arrangements, the variety… Never had he seen so much greenery in all his years, least of all not in one place. His extensive combat training thus far had prepared him for many things… This was certainly not one of that number. Once he had finished gawping, or had pulled himself away as much as he was able to, the soldier shifted his focus to seeking out the one whom he had been instructed to watch over and assist: the Emperor's Prince-Consort. Pale blue eyes scanned around before he tentatively stepped forward, and began to wind his way through the seemingly endless rows of abundant foliage. "H…hello?" He called out, attempting to stifle the surprise and trepidation nudging its way into his voice. His father would surely have scolded him to hear it, and he mentally cursed himself in much the same manner.

@morganaux

[reapergarlebun]

@morganaux liked for a modern verse starter!

While Limsa Lominsa was refreshingly cool in comparison to Ul'dah and its eternally charring desert wind, Cassius could not deny he found it confusing to navigate, on the best of days. He had only been there once before, however, and never for more than a morning, so it stood to reason. Moogle Maps having decided not to work properly didn't help either.

"Excuse me." He asked, locating an Elezen man who didn't seem to be in too desperate a hurry. "Could you give me directions to the Admiral Mealvaan University campus?"

[avaritia-ffxiv]

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about their partner? Do they remember every little detail they mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not fast. Very slowly. Give him several years and he might. I did some semi-incoherent rambling about it here (nine months ago apparently? Gosh time flies), with the gist being that Sidurgu most likely said it first because Saahe just didn’t. He doesn’t take these things lightly, period, so like I said in those messages, he’d need to be fully certain of his own feelings and intentions before he confirmed them out loud.

So it’d probably just take the push of the other person saying it first to force him to decide in the moment if he’s going to reciprocate or try to slow things down. A partner that ever tried to move too fast just wouldn’t work for him because he won’t rush these things, but Sidurgu takes it slow too so they work for each other.

I’m still figuring out the timeline of all this, by taking notes while playing Runa through the MSQ and DRK quests to see how they correspond and what happens when, so I couldn’t give exact dates and times but yeah it was. Years.

He will also say it in a familial way, though; he doesn’t reserve it for just romantic feelings, but as he has no blood family and instead builds all of his familial relationships from the ground up as well, it takes him about as long to say it there.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about their partner? Do they remember every little detail they mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers, because to him, if he wouldn’t remember, that’d mean he didn’t care. He doesn’t remember every last thing, his memory isn’t good enough for perfection and sometimes he’s a little distracted and doesn’t pay full attention, but a very good deal anyway.

But yeah, most things he’ll make a note of, so over time he’ll know many random things about his partner, and can also address a lot of things seemingly out of the blue because he remembered it was mentioned once somewhere.

On the flip side, if his partner didn’t remember any random tidbits about him in return, he’d get offended because he would take that as a sign that they don’t actually care. He doesn’t keep track of what you do and don’t remember or intentionally sow things that you need to specifically remember, but he does notice if no signs are ever displayed about remembering any little things.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Head bumps are their version of showing affection in lieu of kissing because Saahe’s horns make a lot of things kinda hazardous, if not entirely impossible. They never have had a first kiss, but I’d fully argue that the first time they pressed their foreheads together was just as intimate and took just as much building up to (keeping in mind the guys function on an eternal slowburn. We talking about years again).

I don’t know if this means Sidurgu has never kissed anyone (in the romantic manner), but it sure does mean Saahe has never kissed anyone ‘cause his horns had already grown into place by the time he was old enough to start gaining interest in these things. He gave smooches as a child, though, before his horns got as big.

However, as Sidurgu’s horns don’t cause limitations like these, he has kissed the top of Saahe’s head and stuff like that, which absolute melts Saahe.

[fandanicl]

❦ — ( @morganaux ) / SC.

❝ As impressive as you are, you're no big deal. Shouldn't you be tired of always being the savior? Haven't you ever thought about ending everyone's constant suffering? ❞

That the ascian appeared out of nowhere in the very room of the warrior of light was quite a surprise. Away from him, he was sitting at the table in that Sharlayan room. How daring on the part of the jester, appearing out of nowhere and speaking to him when the other seemed to be absent-minded, or that's what Fandaniel thought.

[unsundered-lahabrea]

@morganaux || continued

Clad in his finest fur coat tailored just for the occasion, Morganaux arrived at his destination, greeting the servants at the door with a practiced bow. He gave one last look behind him, then followed them inside, head held high as he did so.

Uncle Tarresson had assured him that his betrothed was a kind enough man— perhaps a bit lacking in ambition, but a nice enough fellow with plenty of powerful connections, and hopefully with a bit of pushing, he could use them to his advantage. The former Count de Dzemael always had his best interests at heart, yet still, Morganaux could not help but feel uneasy as his first meeting with his future husband approached.

In truth, his heart belonged to another. Though his life had been cut short at Morganaux’s own hand, and though he never had a chance to put his affections into words, he still loved Noudenet, and maybe he always would love him. And yet, it was his love for his old friend that had compelled him to stay here in Ishgard, passing the mantle of Warrior of Light along to whoever would rise to take it.

The tragedy that befell the Heavens’ Ward would not be repeated, and Morganaux would make certain of that. The church’s corruption ran deep within the Holy See, and he would do whatever it would take to stamp it out, even if it meant giving his hand in marriage to a man he had never met. Even so, he could not stop himself from wondering if he might end up truly falling in love with his husband-to-be.

These thoughts would have to wait for another occasion, however, as now, he found himself standing before the man in question. Heart racing in his chest, Morganaux took a few cautious steps forward, offering him the same mechanical bow he had given to the man’s servants earlier.

“A pleasure to finally meet you, good sir,” he spoke quietly, pausing for a moment as he internally scolded himself. Though he may not have been in the mood for pleasantries, he had to at least try to make a good first impression. Mustering up a smile and holding a hand over his heart, the next words out of his mouth were offered much more sweetly, with all the charm one might expect of an Ishgardian gentleman.

“My name is Morganaux de Dzemael, former Warrior of Light and your future husband! That is, if the two of us end up getting along. And, who do I have the pleasure of meeting this fine evening?”

Lahabrea had danced this dance far too many times, even if never for too long. Death followed him, more often than not that of his hosts, when he saw little point and no desire to actually go forward with any idea of marriage. Truth be told, one time alone would have been one too many, uninterested in those matters as he was.

Still he had to dance, and so he rose, offering a polite bow in return even as his expression hid caution, and anger, and a fair bit of resentment after his defeat, twice. To have chosen the husband-to-be of the Warrior of Light, it was certainly unfortunate.

“It is a pleasure indeed,” he said nevertheless, walking towards Morganaux and offering to take his hand, to kiss his knuckles in an elegant motion. “And I have heard much about you. My name is Ivarault de Durendaire, at your service.”

He moved with a fluidity and grace that didn’t befit someone as old, as frail, as furious as Lahabrea was. And yet he was to play a part, as he offered Morganaux a seat.

“Would you like some tea?” He asked as well, going through the motions, searching for some understanding, some recognition. There would be none, he knew, and yet... would Hydaelyn reveal him even now, when all he needed was space to lick his wounds?

At least, the old shadow thought, it wouldn’t take him too long to grow strong enough to change bodies, once again.

[soulcrest]

“ i’ve little left to offer, but perhaps we could come to some sort of agreement? ”

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