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It’ll still be the Coerthan red.
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Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.
It’ll still be the Coerthan red.
🏖️ to see them in their favourite climate(s)
It comes as little of a surprise, then, that Autumnal scenery proves to be his natural habitat.
Otherwise, good luck prying a Sea Wolf from the shores nearby by which he dwells. His favourite, in particular, are tropical ones, as they in part remind him of the childhood... Excursions that he used to undertake back on Hyrthyml.
O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words? for Xiaohu
A way with words is a bit of an understatement, lmao.
I’ve deliberately constructed her to be all charm and analogies; stepping away from Thanidiel basically who is very straightforward and unelaborative most of the time and basically redistributing Xiaohu’s strengths away from like, strength, dexterity, magic, etc..
I’d say it’s been a success if only bc i havent met anyone (YET) who finds her annoying.
💔: a kiss when it’s not allowed. between the slow burn elves and 💔:a kiss to give up control from Suji
( Rivienne )
She was asleep soundly, to Silene, she seemed to be for suns now. How long had it been since her mischievous smile graced her features, where she seemed to test him, test their differences. He wasn’t there to see what took place, what struck her down finally. He used to believe that the sun was always ensnared by her, meant for her to possess and eclipses were only temporary, shadowy images of woe that passed quickly on her person, yet here she was, no longer harboring the sun in her hair and her lips - they appeared cold in this state.
His long fingers found the silver of her hair, pulled it gingerly away from her features. He thought her peaceful then, unblemished by what nightmare she and her sibling faced a full moon prior; he wanted to wake her from her dreams, but what would he introduce her to?
The gentle touch of his lips to the corner of hers.
He was wrong, hers were not cold, they were warm, summer resides here on swollen, divorced lips; he feels a breath, he knows she lives, but to desire more was a sin, and he cast himself back almost immediately realizing his act. Rivienne belonged to the forest, a fact that turns a corkscrew blade in his gut. To allow himself more was unforgivable.
( Kikyo )
In their silence, he learned more about her than most; these stolen moments at the Steppes were fascinating to a xaela like himself, who believed himself broken beyond repair, yet found himself mended by her presence. From sunrise, to the setting of the sun, she spent time at his side as he tends to the sheep and learns their names, memorizing them so she may have a small story to write of her experience in a land not of her own.
It is when nightfall came, that they would part ways; Kikyo would sleep away from him in a different yurt. Except this night he lingered under the blanket of stars with her, watching them soar and fall from the heavens. His hand held hers tight, and as she watched above, he turned his gaze to her profile.
His hand finds the contour of her cheek.
He turns her head to face him.
And the heat of his lips suddenly sets her features aflame. They are soft, coaxing, and his tongue is eager in its invitation for hers to join. He can feel it, the hitched breath, he hesitation, the fear that this would cause something different to bloom between them, that if she gave in, that their relationship would change.
And perhaps, it needed to.
She pushed away the thoughts that interfere with the warm moment they shared and found purchase of his horns, taking them lightly in her hands; Kikyo surrendered to her own desire.
For once.
@tohellsguardandback and @theletter27 to @regalblossom
? Rp meme. Your chance at revenge.
33. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Yer such a asshole.” Kir says the words with such a burning anger and th elook that N’evadal gives him only stokes the fire. The door to the Seeker’s apartment had been unlocked and Kir had walked right in, not even bothering to announce his presence until he was behind the other man, with the intent of confront him before he disappeared to Coerthas forever. Now that Kir has N’evadal’s attention he intends to do something about it.“Kir, what’re ye talkin’ abou-” In one quick motion Kir crosses the room and slaps N’evadal as hard as he can. Head turning to the side Kir hears the sharp intake of breath from the other as he seems to come to terms with what had just happened. Tears sting in his eyes and Kir tries his best to blink them away.“Yer an asshole, N’evadal Tia. Ya don’ get ta tell me that I’ve tired’a ya just ‘cause yer at a low point. Ya don’ get ta leave me, not like this.” A shaky breath. “Please don’ leave me.”
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☮: five things I have in common with my muse!
sHIT i feel called out on this one bc. i relate a lot to val lmAO
1. we’re both idiots
2. we both smile a lot
3. we’re both bad at sleeping
4. we both say and do a lot of dumb shit
5. we both get called out by our friends for said dumb shit
❤
Gonna go with Silene and Nuellea, since we all have too many characters, lmao.
ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - Send my character a ❤ and I’ll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours. Adapted for XIV.
BOLD YOUR CHOICES
Affectionate;
Platonic Hugs | Greeting Hugs | Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate letters | Caressing | Stroke hair | Foot rubs* | Massages* | Braid/Comb hair | Take care of if sick | Forehead kisses | Noseboops | No displays of affection
* - If Requested.
Sex;
| One night stand | Shower sex | Wall sex | Quickie | Neck bites | Possessive Markings | Oral | Mutual kink exploration | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Forbidden (cheating) sex | Public sex* | Drug-fueled sex | Back of a wagon in motion | BDSM | Threesome | No sex
* - If Requested.
Dates;
Picnic | Theater | Restaurant | Fighting Tournament | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | Concert | Park | City Trip | Boat ride on a lake | Fishing | Hunting | Home cooked meal & cuddles | Burlesque | Fancy Restaurant | Adventuring | No dates
Would my character…
Be the first one to ask them out? Yes | NoConfess their attraction first? Yes | NoHave sex on the first date? Yes | NoLie to them? Yes | NoFail to show for a date? Yes | No*Cuddle after sex? Yes | NoMarry them? Yes | NoBail at the altar? Yes | NoLive till old age with them? Yes | NoCheat on them? Yes | NoHave children/adopt? Yes | NoDie for them? Yes | No
* - Not Intentionally.
|| Course, this is all for The Ship and not IC. Except maybe some of the affection since they like to play the “Married-Not-Married” game. Nuellea’s a very affectionate person, but keeps Boundaries in mind, even when in a relationship with someone. @theletter27
💔 11:a drunk / drugged kiss, to or from Aestus to Nue
It wasn’t a typical evening of preparation and before-the-storm quiet, for a few members of The Sunguard. Instead, it was a time that they agreed would be best spent relaxing and just having too many drinks. A time to unwind.
Nuellen was more than amicable to this idea and had done her part in drinking plenty others under the table, but she hadn’t been the only one still standing once the festive feelings began to die down. She felt the alcohol finally kick in with that swirling buzz and had decided to get up to take a small walk for fresh air, though she hadn’t gone very far.
A strong arm caught her by surprise, wrapping itself around her waist and pulling her forward to a smashing of warm lips against her own. Blinking out of her haze, she expected to see her lover’s face, but instead of Ethalarian she saw dark skin and bright, white eyebrows knitted as that kiss grew a little more heated and glossed by the smell of lots and lots of booze mingling around their mouths. This was Aestus’ heated advances!
Nuellen felt a small amount of panic, looking around for a different face and seeing Velianor nearby just beaming like a Trickster and glancing between the two. The Farstrider’s attention was pulled back to Aestus when his hands started to wander curiously, checking physically who he had in his arms before opening those golden eyes of his to confirm his suspicions, and finally pulled back with a low, drunken, “Oh…”
“Oh, indeed!” Nuellen laughed out, giving Velianor one more glance and seeing the good mood shared between the three of them, leaned herself against the Crusader’s body. “I take it this one had you chasing her about the grounds?”
The women finally exchanged grins, both of which were close enough that ill feelings wouldn’t have been harbored from such a surprising exchange. The fiery Little Wolf wormed herself into the embrace and had her arms around both Nue and Aes’ hips.
“Guilty. Sorry for the surprise, there.”
“No need to apologize, Veli…” Nue leaned down and gave the woman a nuzzle against her cheek, muttering into her ear some form of compliment directed to her own choice of loves, to which they shared low giggles and a confused look from Aestus who still held both women in his arms.
All in all, not a bad night for revelry.
Tags for mention: @trained-trainwreck @theletter27 @ocarina-of-what