#zevi'to

[luckysparrowffxiv]

A flier featuring our very own expert in magitek and beyond, Zevi’to!

[khujasae]

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

[ffxiv-zevi]

Astrologian...

Okay...

I’m sold.

[ffxiv-zevi]

Home Sweet Home

“I’m home.” Zevi closed the front door behind him, shifting to the window. Fingers rose to pull apart the curtains a bit, green eyes peering out into the darkness.

“There y’ are!” A cheerful voice called out to the man at the window. A small keeper with curly slate grey hair and blistering green eyes strolled up to him with open arms. Zevi knelt down as she came closer. His head was chest level with her now. Their size being shockingly different from each other. The woman’s arms wrapped around his neck, nuzzling him. “It’s been soooo long.” A soft purr rumbled from her, gentle weak with age but still she tried her best. She let go of him, moving farther into the house. “Come in come in! I just finished cooking The boys will be so happy to see you.”

Zevi stood after letting go of the woman. A frown pulled at his face...a trace of sadness, however that didn’t stop him from following her. Once in the small dining room he looked over the scene. The table was placed for four. Food already on all the plates. It didn’t look like a very filling meal, but you had your meat and your vegetables and bread. The woman beamed up at Zevi as he strolled in and pulled her chair out for her to sit. She did so, as he pushed her in. He moved to sit across from her.

“Why the long face, love? Aren’t you happy to be with your family? I made your favorite! You like it don’t you?” Her smile started to fall, eyes watching him closely.

Zevi turned his attention to the empty chairs to his left and to his right. “Nothing. I...I just missed ya is all.”  

“Ooooh, you. Hush and eat. Zevi’to...why don’t you tell your brother all about school today?” The woman turned her attention to the empty seat. Her smile was warm, loving...and given to no one instead of the man sitting before her.

There was silence now that filled the room, he moved his fork to his plate, offering to give the vegetables a try. Ebony ears lowered to rest against his head. Though the woman chuckled and looked back to the actual Zevi’to.

“How was work Raik’a? Any more special orders?”  The woman continued to offer a bright smile towards him. She seemed so amused so happy and thrilled...to see someone who has been dead for over twenty years.

“Yes.” Zevi shifted slightly, looking up to his mother. “Four bonding cakes within the past two weeks. One hells of a time, but I think we’ll be okay.” His attention shifted to his plate before he reached across the table, grabbing the woman’s hand, a sigh fell from his lips. Thumb gently brushed over the back of her hand. “Thank you for making my favorite, Ma.”

The woman’s smile faded, looking down to his hand as he touched her. “You think I’m crazy don’t you…?” She pulled her hand away to hide it under the table. Her hair fell in her face as her ears fell back against her head. “I-I know you’re not Raik’a...and yet you pretend to play the part for me...every time.” Her voice cracked. “I...I just wanted to hold him for a while longer.” Her shoulders slumped forward, as sobs quickly came to her. She was broken. “I...I miss having a b-baby in my arms.”

Zevi pushed himself out of his chair and moves to embrace his mother. “I just want, ya t’ happy. Won’t you ever move on?” He tried his best to comfort her...but never was the best in these situations. The woman growled at him smacking him away, wiggling out of his grasp, the chair falling to the floor with a loud clatter.

“You don’t get to pressure me to move on! You don’t know what it’s like to lose a child!” Her words were harsh, her arms lowered reaching for the tablecloth and ripping it from the table as plates and food came crashing to the floor. The man clenched his teeth. She had no idea. He hadn’t even told her that he was to be a father...but it all got ripped away, thanks to his own.

“You’re right. I’m...I’m sorry. You’re doing your best.” He knelt down and started cleaning the mess she had made as if it was practiced. Expected even. The woman moved to smack Zevi across the face...and he let her. Though it wasn’t hard enough to make him stop cleaning.

“You’re garbage! You get some kick out of coming here and causing me heartache don’t you! You’re just like your father! Thinking of only yourself yet you try to put on a smile and act like you care for those around you but you don’t give a shit. How dare you!”

He closed his eyes, moving to place the dishes in the sink. Silence fell over him as she continued to follow him around shrieking about this and that. Moving back to the living room he fixed the tablecloth, smoothing it over the table. Finally, after time the woman had calmed, collapsed to the ground, curling herself into a ball on the floor.

“I...just want my Rai back.”

Zevi looked to his mother. His face blank. He moved to sit on the floor beside her. The small home was filled with the sounds of sobbing. Mournful cries for her lost child. After a while, the woman managed to sit up, holding onto Zevi’to for any amount of comfort she could find. His arm wrapped around her waist as he held her close.

“I love ya, Ma…”