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@neigetomb​ said: "I think," he begins, lips curling at the edges, "that this discussion would be better had over a hot drink. What say you? Cocoa?" From neigetomb to any of ur muses c:

unprompted // always accepting

     With the cold of Ishgard set deep within his bones by that point, it doesn’t take much for Velkyn to agree. He never had retained heat well and ever since the day he’d first arrived, it had been a constant struggle between the weather and his own stubborn refusal to buy a proper coat. It’s only a little uncomfortable, he reasons to himself as he crosses his arms over his chest to hide a shiver, It’s not like I’m dying. That coin can be used for plenty more important things.

That doesn’t mean that he’ll refuse warmth when freely offered, though, and cocoa had quickly climbed the ranks of his favorite sources. 

That said, the miqo’te is still far from accustomed to being treated with the sort of kindness Haurchefant has shown him since they met. The smile the elezen fixes him with is more than enough to make his eyes dart away-- to the ceiling, the floor, anywhere that keeps the other man from being able to see the heat building on his face. This is what their discussion was meant to be about in the first place. 

‘Why do all this for me?’

That’s what Vel had asked, but now, he’s not sure if he’ll be able to take the answer without making an absolute fool of himself. 

“That'd be...nice. Would you, um...show me how to make it?” At the very least he could try to be useful, couldn’t he?

[blaackbiird-archive]

A couple sketches for some pieces i want to do but i've been too busy not doing them >>;;

Feat. G'raha( @crystaliiize )and M'firhi, Haurchefant (@neigetomb) and M'firhi, and Artoirel (@defortemp) and Sigun

I will hopefully..... get these done eventually

[ofdragoon]

Anonymous said:  "I had a dream about you." / neigetomb if u please!

shippy memes for you hoes || accepting @neigetomb​

“Are you sure it was about me? Normally you aren’t one to even think about me.  or are you here to tell me it was a nightmare, because I can see that as well.” 

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@neigetomb sent 📢 for the injury starters meme

Teddy is... not a physical fighter. His strength lies in his magic and is ability to manipulate it, not in swinging swords and throwing punches. So when he’s left without his staff or grimoire he’s next to useless.

Which is exactly why he’d requested this of Haurchefant. Training in physical combat - specifically with a sword. The shield they’d left behind, as Teddy was not yet strong enough to carry both at once.

For the most part, it had been going well. When he’d just been following Haurchefant’s movements and direction. It’s almost relaxing, moving from stance to stance over and over until he can do it almost easily.

It’s when they decide to try a spar that things go south. Staying in one place and swinging a sword had been easy. Running through the snow while swinging a sword? Less so. As a mage, Teddy doesn’t need to move much, he doesn’t need to fling his limbs about and account for the weight of a sword dragging him, or the slickness of the ground beneath him.

Which is how he finds himself here - his feet slipping in the slush mid swing, sending his body flying into Haurchefant’s strike head-first.

He’s hands and a knees on the ground before he can register the crack of his friend’s dulled sword against his temple. His ears flick rapidly against the sudden, overwhelming ringing in them and the world spins beneath his hands. 

“...oops,” he murmurs, lowering his head into the snow as the ache of the hit starts to pound behind his eyes. Vaguely he can see something red dripping into the snow before he closes his eyes and drags an impossibly hard breath through his nose.

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@neigetomb "Don't be too overeager, my love -" Haurchefant spoke one way but teetered toward another, breath catching in his throat at the sight of his partner where they were on his lap. "We have all the time in the world."

Teddy’s breath hitches and he lets out a short whine, shifting in the Elezen’s lap and pulling back just a fraction. 

“S-sorry,” he mutters, his pink cheeks reddening further in mild embarrassment. He’s just... eager. He never thought he could have something like this, and now he’s here and Haurchefant is here and the space between them is charged and hot.

Teddy’s ears flick and he grins nervously at Haurchefant, unnoticing of the way his open robes slip further down his arms. His hands trail absently over the taller man’s chest and he allows himself to calm down, just a little. The heat in his cheeks refuses to abate, however.

“I’m just excited,” he admits quietly. “And... really happy.”

[moonwiltd]

Shift / neigetomb c:

soft meme   /   accepting  /  @neigetomb

She’s all alone in the room, seated on a chair next to the bed where he rests. A single look, brows furrowed and lips in a tight line, is all it took to send the chirurgeon scurrying away ——— of course Helja could not possibly let anyone see her displaying emotions and live to tell the tale. 

The return from the Holy See was a silent one, with each of her companions tending to their own thoughts, faces burdened with grief and disappointment. Truly a sight to behold. The Warrior of Light was an icon of hope and strength, and while Helja did not necessarily uphold the former, she would not let anyone see a single hint of weakness. And yet, there she was, at Haurchefant’s side, her facade shattered to pieces.

Was it days or weeks? She could not feel the flow of time anymore. But then one day — it was almost an instinct, with which her hand ever so gently moved the stray strands of hair. Instinct, surely, that held her hand in place to caress his cheek. And gods laughed —— for then Haurchefant’s eyelids fluttered. Not awake, no, it still made Helja’s eyes shoot wide open with disbelief and... horror almost. As if fire itself burned her fingertips, the viera then quickly retreated her hand and stood up just when their gazes met.

“ By the Wood, come quickly! Must the injured scream for help to recieve a bit of attention? Your Fury take you, come! “

[enoqian-a]

                 @rainbowrite asked : "I owe you." // from @neigetomb​ if u want!

               it was cold.  so terribly cold in coerthas, and snow was in abundance.  while normally a beautiful sight to some, the frigid temperature wasn’t something that kehda enjoyed even whilst bundled in many layers of clothing.  a whisperfine woolen coat, a scarf that muffled her words when she spoke, and even a beret to keep her ears from succumbing to the grips of frostbite.  the tip of her nose and cheeks has slowly grown a shade of soft red that contrasts against the rest of her skin.

              “  haurchefant  --  ya sure ya wanna  ..  ”   the black mage stops speaking to pull the scarf down with a gentle tug ; the playful grin matches the glint in her eyes,  “  ..  owe me  ?  i doubt ya could manage to pay me back even if ya tried.  i’m a difficult woman to please, just so ya know.  ”  nothing could be farther from the truth.  so long as she had something to entertain her, kehda was often content and unbothered.  a gentle tilt of her head and she looks out to the scenery of white, some of the pristine and fresh snow marred by recent footsteps.  “  tell ya what.  i’m feeling kind so i’ll call us even if ya can tell me where i might find some food  ..  ?   ”

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@neigetomb​ sent:  "I'm yours."

Two simple words should not make M’firhi’s knees weak. Two simple words should not snatch the breath from his chest, send his heart racing, and leave him wanting.

But two simple words is all it takes.

These feelings that swirl around his mind and heart every time he’s near Haurchefant are as wonderful as they are daunting. Things he’s never felt, things he’s never thought himself capable of feeling, all rush to the forefront with just two simple words from Haurchefant’s lips.

M’firhi is weak.

But maybe it’s okay to be weak, just with him.

He’s not sure when he moved forward or when he grabbed the elezen’s hand, but there are his lips pressed against his fingers.

“And I’m yours,” he vows softly back.