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"Dinner, to answer you. Why do I always think I can go shopping without a list? I guess it's a single turnip and wine kind of night."
Another laugh left him to accent the point, empty and echoing out into the theater he was standing before, and it died without any return as Sinclair stared at him. It wasn't his best joke, that was for certain, but even Holt got a smile with his pun. Perhaps his act was drying up faster than he thought it was. A horrifying thought.
"Come to my place."
Balor accepts a dinner invitation from the farmer and tries not to make it more than it is. (Which has to be nothing, right?)
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- Part 1 of Growing Light
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Shifting to move in, Stephanivien closed the door behind him and without much thought as to why, locked it with a quick flick of his hand. It left him alone in a room that had been so unspectacular for so long. Many people had visited their estate over the course of his life and when they left he thought nothing of it. After all, none were his guests, so why did he care?
A hesitant step was taken forward, then another, and he found himself drawn to that which he had been trying hard to deny want of for the duration of her stay. The bed that held her each night was now changed from what it had been before even if it did not appear any different. His hand slid over the quilt on top of it, fingers brushing the stitching like one would read braille.
What words could he conjure to tell him of her nights there?
Stephanivien indulges in a fantasy.
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- Part 2 of Fleeting Heart
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Shifting to sit haphazardly, Orion landed on the blanket next to Loifa with a chuckle. As if opting to ignore his dismissal for sake of his own desires, Orion moved in a way that clearly felt very practiced for the man. Hand shoved into the basket, he pulled out a citrus fruit and started to peel it with his nail acting as the knife. Strip consistent as it wound from top to bottom it was discarded back into the basket in what seemed to be a designated location.
"Save em', dry em', sugar em', lots you can do with peels," Orion explained without needing to be questioned. "You want any?"
Loifa is given a tasty little treat of something sweet.
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- Part 21 of Bright Eyes and Wits
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It is antithetical to everything he wants to be when he's beneath Granson's hand but for the moment Orion abides to attempt being quiet. A task that feels nigh impossible even for a man who does that very thing on a regular basis. Save the world, stop a threat, stand when your knees should be broken—all of that he can do with some amount of effort.
To not moan so loud his ears ring when hips buck into him with a smack of effort and sweat? To be asked at all is a challenge he wish not face and yet he must.
Just an, unfortunately for Orion, quiet quickie.
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- Part 46 of My Virtues Uncounted
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"You're late."
The door had barely pushed open beneath Orion's hand when he heard the words spoken from the other side. Stepping in further, he lifted a hand to graze the tendrils that hung over the doorway of their entrance, feeding them a small amount of aether as he went. They curled against his touch before again going limp and he smiled at them.
"You're right," Orion replied, eyes still up to the other set of plants that lined the front room. "Are you going to do something about it or is it merely an observation we're making?"
Hythlodaeus informs his partner of his choice about the third seat.
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- Part 3 of Lost for Now
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- 834
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Plants lined every corridor, spreading back into recesses where the murky fog choked both the air and his vision. A pity given just how fascinating so many of the subjects were that lined the halls. Colors and scents and shapes that felt dreamlike rather than anything remotely real. The ancients, as they had learned, were quite fond of doing that. Making things out of nothing more than a concept in their mind... how he wished he could do the same.
As he rounded a corner, he planted his foot behind him swiftly as a solid wall of darkness made itself present all at once before him. The soft ripple of the cloak covering its owner shifted in return but did not move in equal surprise.
You found it, the shade spoke and Orion knew with immediate recognition that he found himself speaking once more to Hythlodaeus, I had a feeling you might.
Orion finds himself pulled to a destination with a visitor waiting for him.
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“I will say it does not surprise me, but I am curious all the same.”
Halmarut blinked, gaze set straight down on his notes and sighed. It did not matter whether the title was present in name or not, to be one that could be Azem meant to be anywhere and in anything. Turning their gaze up, a shimmering blue of curiosity met him much closer than anticipated. Jerking slightly, they shifted on the stone they had made home for the last hour.
Maybe two, who was counting.
“Of what are you speaking, Venat?” Halmarut asked, brow raised only slightly, “Do you relish in making me jump from mine own skin?”
Venat gets answers from one of her favorite sources.
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- Part 2 of Lost for Now
- Language:
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- 859
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When it became something more, Halmarut knew for himself at least.
Soon after he took his place in the convocation there was a day when the bureau went on a little excursion—or perhaps it truly was to the whim of it's architect. The position of which Halmarut was both delighted and somewhat mortified by in both instances. Now, whatever he made crossed that man's desk with a little more importance than just being a word.
Now, they worked together.
Halmarut finds themselves in uncharted territory.
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- Part 1 of Lost for Now
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- 1,451
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Granson's hand squeezed his and Orion's ears flicked in recognition before looking up at him. "Yes?"
"Thinkin' real hard again in there," Granson said, words hushed so only to have them fall between, "You said you had something for after dinner. Care to let me in on it?"
"Patience," Orion chided and his lips curled back to reveal sharp teeth as if he were about to pounce on his prey. In a way, he was. "Get inside first, will ye?"
Orion provides a nice end to a perfect first date.
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- Part 18 of My Virtues Uncounted
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There, somewhere in the chasm left by the years, you found me. Brushing past every single sign that warned that it may not be fruitful to continue—dangerous, even—and did so smiling. How can someone with a life like yours find strength to smile? We are both fortified in our ways and yet in this specific place I feel weaker. Even in that weakness, there is strength now, because of you and your insistence that it is no such thing even if it aches.
Again, somehow, with a smile.
So, I come to you willingly—even now I ask for this ache.
Loifa relents an ache to be soothed and is met in kind.
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- Part 11 of Bright Eyes and Wits
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Orion's hand fell from the guitar's body and landed in the space between their legs. It made his breathing still with a shallow hope he couldn't begin to place the source of that his leg would somehow be brushed like the strings in the other man's lap. A soft strum, once, and he knew he would resonate in a chord neither of them had ever heard.
"You're getting tired."
Granson blinked at the book before looking up at Orion directly. He was smiling, eyes lulled with something beyond exhaustion, and that too made Granson want to shift in place. For all Orion's jumpy moments of uncertainty that hung in the days between his pointed asking about Granson's attraction to men, Granson found himself glad that it didn't change Orion entirely. That this version of him still existed somehow, if only in the wee hours.
"And you're not?" Granson countered.
Half-warmed exchanges are still heat.
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- Part 12 of My Virtues Uncounted
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A soft hum came from beside him along with the soft rustling of what sounded like Orion's shorts. Opening an eye to peek, he saw the other man pull a single gil from his pocket and flip it in his hand before catching it.
"What are you doing?" He asked and watched as Orion's eyes shut. When they stayed closed in what felt like concentration, it pieced itself together. He was making a wish. "You're not serious."
Flipping it into the water, Orion opened his eyes and watched as it drifted to the bottom to where it settled. "I am." Hand dug back into his pocket, he fished another coin out and held it out to Loifa. "You go."
Orion urges Loifa to make a wish and despite better thought, Loifa obliges.
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- Part 13 of Bright Eyes and Wits
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Morning came and went and so along with it was the reality that Orion surmised. Loifa had left half an hour ago back to his room that hadn't seen any sleep from him at all to ready himself to head out for the day. Just as he promised the night before, they started their morning with a similar round of things as they had the night. The ache in Orion's shoulders and lower back was one that was hard won and as he stood up to cross the room he found himself struggling not to shake in his step.
It brought a grin to his face, laugh ghosted across still red lips that had marks in them not yet entirely healed. Loifa was a force to be reckoned with in many ways, that was obvious from the day they met, but never did he anticipate this sort of battle. One of bodies and a war made again and again until they were both too spent to do anything but sleep for a precious few hours.
Just as quickly as the joy came, it left at the same thought that provided it. They had a wonderful time together… was it just that? One night and nothing further?
The day after Orion and Loifa sleep together leaves many questions in the air. Some have answers.
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- Part 6 of Bright Eyes and Wits
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Sleep was starting to find him, eyes peeking around the corner of the bookshelf now casting a shadow from the moon's waning light that poured in from the window. It crept, a slow walk down Orion's spine that laid bare to the half-chilled air and his lids fell shut. They rested just like that for only a few moments before a soft chirp drew them open again in a flash. His hand flew out to the table next to him, scrambling for the small piece of technology before tucking it crookedly into his ear.
"No," He answered in his usual fashion, blink a little slower as his drowsiness tried to pull him back under. "Yes?"
"Hey."
Pushing up at once, Orion clutched a hand into the sheet beneath him as Loifa's voice settled on his shoulders like a blanket. "Hey… you okay?"
A bit of silence. Orion's stomach turned and pulled his mouth to open once more, but Loifa filled it instead. "I just… I wanted to hear you."
Orion gets a late night surprise.
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- Part 16 of Bright Eyes and Wits
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There was no where to be defined, only who.
It was a room that felt like many rooms and none all at once and even if he did know where it was, Loifa didn't care. His attention was singled in on ink that twisted around his fingers and teeth that pulled on his lower lip. Whatever world existed outside of the body pressed against his was unnecessary. For once—one single fleeting moment—he was getting what he wanted.
And Gods, it was good.
Loifa gets what he wants.
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- Part 3 of Bright Eyes and Wits
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"So, what was that, exactly?"
Loifa blinked out of his thoughts to look up at Mahaud with a furrowed brow. "I'm not sure what you mean. What was what? We lost. He got away again, that's what it was."
"Not that," She said and winced at the no doubt dull ache her head was pounding with still. When Loifa's hand went up to touch her, she waved him off. "I'm fine, I promise. Just need rest."
"The miqo," Ancel answered and nodded as his sister looked at him, "So, m'not blind then either."
Loifa and the others talk about what happened outside Black Brush.
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- Part 2 of Bright Eyes and Wits
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It was not as if he couldn't hear them—perhaps that was rather the point—but all the same, Stephanivien walked toward his office without turning around until he crossed the door's threshold. As he did his three shadows stopped where they were. Corentin's eyes widened where Valerie and Sinclair's did not. All of them together meant something was afoot, but he could not yet glean what that was. He did not, unfortunately, have the skill their mother did.
"So, what is it we're bargaining for?" Stephanivien asked, hands pressed to the edge of his desk as he rested against it. "Go on."
"The market," Valerie said—ever their spokesperson—eyes fixed to him like a target. "We want to go."
"What for?"
"Stuff," Corentin said.
"Stuff?"
"And things," He continued.
Stephanivien handles three bargaining kits.
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- Part 3 of FFXIV Writes 2025
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"And this… can you guess what this is for?"
O'rhola glanced up from the napkins he was busying himself folding to a familiar sight. His father stood, hands pressed to the bar leaned over it with a cocky sort of grin to his expression. On the opposing side of the grain, his mother stood her own ground, eyes lulled with amusement at the game that as beginning.
"Hmmm… perhaps sales tax?" Rhaya suggested, finger tapping her cheek as she tilted her head in thoughtful ease.
O'rhola learns about a payment.
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- Part 2 of FFXIV Writes 2025
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Red skies. Screams. A thunder of feet and clouds alike. These were the sounds of the final days as they drew upon the land.
Equivalent to the glare that the world seemed to have on life itself stood someone that stared back with a baleful resolve of their own. The world would not end because to have it be so would be to destroy that which he had worked for. What he longed for, what he loved, all of it was in danger in a measure too close to actuality.
"He's gone."
The final days came and none were prepared.
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- Part 1 of FFXIV Writes 2025
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It's late when he hears it.
A soft click of the front door lock being undone twitches Loifa's ears and yet he does not move. He simply stays where he is in his bed, book still on his lap and tries to return his focus to the words. Soon enough, Orion will be up the stairs and filling the space with sound as he always does. While the quiet is appreciated on his own time, he cannot deny he like the light the other man brings to a room.
Yet when he crests the top of the stairs to the loft, sound does not follow as he anticipates.
Orion is quiet, movement sluggish and takes the shortest path he can manage from the stairs to the bed. He crawls onto it, movements almost childlike in their simplicity and curls into Loifa's legs without a word. Loifa pauses, mouth open with a question unformed and therefore unspoken. He waits to see if Orion will speak, a mumbled explanation against pale skin, but it never comes.
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- Part 19 of Bright Eyes and Wits