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Haurchefant looks up from wiping the counter as you stand in front of his cash register.
“Another refill?” He asks with a bright smile, setting the rag he was cleaning with aside.
You shake your head, biting at your lip with nerves as you set your notebook on the dry surface near the cash register.
Haurchefant tilts his head. “Ah, did you get your signature today? Who was it this time, hmm? Another Customer or maybe one of my fellow employees?”
You duck your head, flushing with embarrassment as you extend your pencil out to him wordlessly.
Haurchefant blinks, and then smiles as it dawns on him. “Ah!” He laughs bashfully, “You…! I was your subject today?”
You swallow heavily, breathing sharply through your nose. “I… finished the book.”
Haurchefant glances down as you push the sketchbook towards him. “Ah, do you mind if I…?”
You set the pencil down, fiddling with the sleeve of your coat. “No, no… I mean. I want you to.”
Haurchefant flips the book open. A smile curling at his lips that only grew bigger the further he looked through it. Every page he turned, front and back, every inch of space available was covered in sketchings of your favorite subject. Of Haurchefant. Some of them messy as Haurchefant was wont to move rather quickly, but most of them ridiculously detailed. The fall of his hair. The shape of his eyes. His mouth. The expression he made when laughing. His hands. The curve of his cheek, or the shape of his ears. The fan of his eyelashes.
Haurchefant is clearly flustered. His cheeks taking on at first a pink hue that slowly darkens deeper still.
He looks up when he reaches the end, blue eyes wide with awe. Looking at you in such a way that he hadn’t before. You want to freeze this moment. To capture this expression that he was making. Your fingers itch with it.
“All this time,” Haurchefant says. “It was me?”
You feel your own face heat in a blush. “Mostly.”
Haurchefant picks up the pencil. Long, elegant fingers caressing the empty space on the very last page.
You watch as he signs his name. And tilt your head as he continues to write after.
Haurchefant twirls the book and pushes it back towards you. You only have a second to peek at the number written there before Haurchefant grabs hold of you. His hands large and surprisingly warm as he enfolds yours between his.
You squeak as he tugs you close. Wow, he smelled fantastic. And, oh! His eyes were so blue, and even more lovely up close!
“I will be plain, my dear. If you call the number written there, I would take you out on a date. You are not the only one with such an… interest.”
You blink. “A.. date?” With Haurchefant?
Haurchefant nods fervently. “The warmth your presence brings each time you enter mine establishment…!” Haurchefant sighs with feeling. “My heart cannot handle it! Please. Allow me the chance to court you?”
You have no words. All you can manage is a slow nod.
It is enough. Haurchefant grins so wide his eyes crinkle with it. His head dipping down to kiss at your captured knuckles. “Ah, you have made me so very happy! I promise, you will not regret this!”
Your hand tingles.
You can hardly believe it. You had Haurchefant’s number. And a date!
A date with Haurchefant!
Haurchefant squeezes your hands, smiling at you with a certain softness in his face. Blue eyes gentle and sweetly captivating.
“You’re beautiful,” You blurt out.
Haurchefant makes a strangled squeak in the back of his throat. Releasing your hands to instead cup his own cheeks in embarrassment. Wiggling in place with flair as he tosses his head from side to side. “Aahhh! Too much! You are too much for my poor heart to take!”
You feel a laugh bubble up in the back of your throat. Biting at your lips in hopes to prevent it from spilling free, but helpess to do so as Haurchefant continues on in his dramatic display.
Haurchefant pauses with you laughter. Smiling far too large as you bend over with it. “You are ridiculous,” You tell him through your laughter, shaking your head.
Haurchefant smiles. “I hope to make you laugh like that on our date. And, hopefully, if all goes well? Many more dates to come!”
You’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt with it. “Well, don’t get ahead of yourself there. We haven’t even had our first date yet, so no planning the wedding just yet!”
Haurchefant sighs, placing a hand on his chest as he gazes dreamily into the distance. “We should have a spring wedding!”
You bite your lip, smothering an amused smile. “What did I just say?”
Haurchefant winks at you. “Yes, yes. I’ll try to restrain myself, my dear. I do look forward to our date! Give me a call, won’t you?”
You gather up your belongings, hugging your sketchbook to your chest. “I will.”
A spring wedding does sound nice. But so would any wedding with Haurchefant as your groom.
He won’t touch you unless you give him permission to. He is a political man after all, and courting is very much engrained in him. Aymeric loves having you close to him, reassuring even, and he wants you to feel the same way. Once you’re okay with it, he wants to a full body cuddle, your legs intertwined, fingers laced together, your head tucked under his chin for him to kiss the crown of your head.
He had fallen asleep in his office, again. Lucia sent you a letter, requesting your help with trying to convince him to get proper rest at his estate instead of simply falling asleep at his table.You push aside the ink well and some of the papers to make it easier to reach him. Gently shaking him away, his eyes flutter open allowing you to see his bright blue eyes staring back at you. He lets out a chuckle before asking you if this was a dream.
“Have you finally come back to me?”
Even in his dazed state, he pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and he rest his head on the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and causing goosebumps as he lets out a sigh of relief. The weight on his shoulders seemed to have fallen off completely, you could feel his smile as he presses a kiss on your neck. You didn’t say a word, only reaching up to run your hand through his hair. As silence fell between you two, you enjoy the comfort of each other’s presence.
Estinien
Holy shit this one is warm, how are you so warm?? The heat would almost be radiating from his armor it seems like a completely other form of magic entirely. He always cuddles you from the back, nuzzling your neck and blowing air in your ear. He finds it fun to make your squirm. He doesn’t care when is a good time to hug and cuddle you, if he wants to he will. Sometimes it’s right after a battle, sometimes it’s when you are simply talking to each other.
As your party arrive at Falcon’s Nest, you could feel the snow and wind start to get to you, the cold on your exposed skin and occasionally through the thick amount of clothes anyway. The cold starts to burrow its way into your core, allowing you to feel it in your bones. As Alphinaud wanders a bit ahead trying to hurry out, Estinien walks closely beside you, just enough to you to feel the heat he radiates but not enough for it to help you. Your teeth were chattering with each other at this point, more than ready to take a cat nap. Only for you feel yourself suddenly become engulfed in a warm feeling, you quickly stop dead on your tracks. The ice in your bones seem to melt away immediately, the soft warmth makes you weak in the knees. Feeling the hands run up and down your arm and sides cause you lean back into the person’s chest. The sudden weight on your shoulder allow you to peek at him, he was rest the mask of his helmet on you while letting out deep breath. Before you could say anything, he disappears. The warmth he gave lingers before the wind brush right through you.
He sleeps on his back, he’s a light sleeper. The slightest of moment would cause him to go high alert, even more now with the position he is in. He would work himself to the point of falling asleep in bed, but Lucia has been ensuring that he stops after catching him for the fifth time. He’s not a solid sleeper, the nightmare of his time in the Vault still haunts him and they pick at his mind when he tries to rest. Your presence near him does sooth them away, assuring him that things will turn out well. Often you wake up with him reaching to you.
The nightmares had turned for the worst. It shows him images of his supporters, his friends, even you being captured by the Heavenswards. Every single time he force back a cry of your name as he bolts up from the bed, sweat gathering as he heaves deep long breaths to calm down. The image of your eyes losing their light burn into the back of his mind. His eyes dart around the room, the sound of his own heart bumping in his ears. Aymeric squeeze his eyes shut and lay back down onto the pillows. He turns to his side to watch your silhouette, the slow rise and fall of your chest. He reaches out to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and sliding you from your side right next to him. He brings up your hand to press light kisses along your fingers, before pressing a last one on your shoulder. He thanks Halone in his mind for allowing his nightmares to be a simply what it is, a dream.
Thancred
He sleeps on his stomach, hands tucked under the pillow. His face is turned to the side luckily so you don’t have to worry about him accidentally suffocating himself. There’s a relaxed, happy look on his face that makes you sometimes forget that he has his hands wrapped around his knives. Thancred keeps to himself, even with you in bed with him, there’s a respectable distance between the both of you with his back facing you.
It’s established that he often forgets to take care of himself, he starts to take up more tasks when he feels guilty about something. Which means less sleep and more running around until he finally lets it out. He’s been distant since you found him in the forest. You and the others have joked about his lack of dress to try and brighten things up. His responses are only gives a laugh that even a deaf man can tell is fake. You can tell he has been stressed. He repeats his behavior before he fell into the grasp of the Ascians. Distancing himself and venturing off on his own. You and the rest of the Scions had to corner him and lock him into a room for several days to make sure that he gets proper rest. Sometimes it would be with you or Y’shtola in room with him to make sure that he stays in bed. With Alphinaud and Tataru outside bringing food and water to keep him well-fed.
(This is so long. And not super shippy, but I hope you like it. I thought I’d try a magical type of school. Hope I didn’t miss any typos. Please enjoy! ❤)
Eorzea Academy for the Gifted and Magically inclined
You don’t know why you’re here.
Sitting on a train travelling to some sort of special school. Trying, and horribly failing, not to stare at the twins sitting across from you.
They are so very beautiful and you cannot help but stare. At their fair colored hair, the delicate fan of their pale eyelashes. The rosy tint to half smiling lips.
The girl is leaning against the boy, her eyes closed as if she were sleeping. The boy is facing you – eyes flicking up and catching your stare with a knowing curl of his rose colored lips.
You tear your eyes away, heart catching in your throat.
When you look back again his eyes are closed like before. He doesn’t look at you again.
– – –
Introduction into the academy is a blur. So many faces and voices telling you what to do and where to go.
You forget it all instantly when you see the twins from the train again.
“Alphinaud Leveilleur, at your service.” The beautiful boy introduces himself. Inclining his head towards his sister and twisting his wrist, “And mine sister, Alisaie.”
You hardly listen to the introduction of Houses. Too consumed by the murmur of Alphinaud’s voice, light yet faintly mocking as he explains what each House was trying to do.
At the end you haven’t the faintest idea what those representatives of each House had said.
Caught instead by the way the twins smiled at you. “Should you find that none of these Houses suit,” Alisaie starts.
“Then you are certainly welcome to join our own,” Alphinaud finishes, smiling that same knowing smile. “But you needn’t decide now. You will, of course, have a few days to gather your bearings.”
And with that they leave you.
– – –
The House of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. That’s the House the twins spoke of. Or at least, what you were able to gather by poking around in a room filled with books. You’re still unsure if it’s an actual library or just the large collection of the book keeper. The keeper of said books being a strange man named Urianger – whom you have the mild suspicion of being a dragon in disguise. What with the deep rumblings of his voice and the way he spoke being rather disconcerting.
Still, you thank him for his help and find your way out again.
– – –
You’re a Scion before you know it.
You’d hardly realised when it happened. You’d heard a scream and without thought of your own safety had blindly run to help.
The issuing scuffle sending your foes fleeing with their tails between their legs and issuing promises of revenge. And then suddenly you’re surrounded – Scions on all sides. Dragging you away to meet their leader.
You had meant to refuse. Really, you had. But then Alphinaud had walked in behind you, his blue eyes twinkling at you with that knowing smile. And your refusal had died on your lips.
– – –
You spend the next week on an endless adventure. Talking to this person, to that person. Taking classes. Running this errand, but oh this person needs help as well. At one point you’re attacked by a living tree in a training exercise. It’s horrible and exciting. You’re exhausted, honestly. You could really use a bit of a break.
So when you stumble across a door you hadn’t seen before you take pause. Tracing curious fingertips over the unicorn carved into the ornate wooden door. You test the handle out of curiosity and find the door to be unlocked. It swings open on whisper silent hinges. You hadn’t realized how cold it was in the hallway until you stepped into the warmth of this room.
It’s a room filled with books again. A study hall? You half expect Urianger to pop up from behind the stacks.
You amuse yourself by traversing through the labyrinth of books. Only mildly concerned about how you’ll find your way back again. You wonder if there is some sort of treasure at the end. A secret room? Ah, perhaps the forbidden section of the library?
Instead you find a circular enclosure filled with shiny wooden tables and overstuffed comfy chairs.
A lone student sits in the far back slumped over an overly large tome. You can see the easy rise and fall of their sleepy breath.
You try not to wake them, really you do. So careful are you in quieting your steps whilst staring at you own feet that you fail to notice an odd stack of books in a tilted lean off one table.
You bump against the table.
The resulting crash of falling books jerking the other student out of their study time nap.
“Wha… I wasn’t sleeping!” The student gasps, bolting upright with a stray page of paper stuck to the side of their face.
It falls loose and you lose your breathe as you finally catch a glimpse at their face. It was a boy. By the twelve was he handsome…
Even with ink on his nose and indents from his notebook lining his cheek.
“Oh,” The handsome boy smiles, “Hello there.”
You clutch at your uniform shirt, swallowing heavily. Why was everyone here so attractive?
He kicks the chair across from him, sending it scooting across the floor and open for you to sit.
“Please, sit! Haurchefant Greystone, at your service!”
You sit across from him. Your hands empty of any such implements used for studying.
Haurchefant lends you a spare quill and an empty notebook. All smiles as he asks you of your classes and which House you had chosen. He is bright and cheerful, and effortlessly soothing.
The first time he laughs you feel your heart jump. Twelve have mercy, you think. You’re doomed.
You hardly notice the hours pass in his company. It is not until Alphinaud himself comes to fetch you that you realize how late it had become.
Yet you are not blind to the haughty way Alphinaud speaks to the other boy. His hold on you almost too tight as he drags you away.
Still Haurchefant is all smiles as he bids you goodnight.
– – –
The next few days are a blur. The only respite being that you find yourself often in the company of Haurchefant.
You had incidentally and accidentally uncovered a plot to have his friend Francel expelled.
A fact of which Haurchefant was eternally grateful. His praise was a tad overzealous and somewhat embarrassing. Don’t get you started on the explicit detail…
.
Still you find yourself exploring the academy. You find yourself looking for a place outside. A place where you can sit and breathe for a moment without a Scion constantly at your side. After that first day with Haurchefant you’ve come to suspect that Alphinaud had put the other Scions on babysitting duty.
You finally find a hallway promising you the sweet relief of fresh air. A door leading up a set of stairs to another door at the top.
You’re so happy to see the sky when the door closes behind you that you don’t look at your feet.
A mistake on your part as you trip over a pair of legs outstretched just beyond the doorway.
You stumble and fall with a startled yelp and land in the unfortunate lap of the student sitting next to those treacherous legs.
“Ah,” the lap your laying in voices. “Are you all right?”
You groan, rolling off his lap to the floor of the roof. “Only my pride is injured. How are your legs?”
The lap having boy chuckles, “Mine or Estinien’s?”
You huff, squinting through the sun in your eyes to see his face and, oh – of course! He’s unfairly attractive with deep blue eyes and dark, gently curling hair.
“Yours, no offense Estinien,” you grumble, waving at those legs that had tripped you.
“None taken,” replies the legs-having-boy you now know as Estinien.
You turn your head to peek at him too. Thankfully his face is covered by a book. Ha, cute. Was he napping?
“My legs are fine, thank you.” The other boy smiles. “Ah, where are my manners? Aymeric de Borel, at your service. So kind of you to drop in.”
You groan.
Aymeric laughs. “Mine apologies. That was in poor taste. That is… would like like to join us? I’ve still more studying to do. We do not mind the company. Right, Estinien?”
Estinien grunts.
You smile.
You sit yourself in the space between them, enjoying the fresh air and sunshine in the peaceful quiet. The quiet scratch of Aymeric’s quill lulling you into a pleasant doze.
You’re almost asleep when Estinien shifts next to you. You turn to look at him half drowsy, blinking rapidly as he pulls the book off his face. He’s all blue eyes and long pale hair.
“Ugh, you too?” You say with feeling.
“What?” Estinien huffs.
Your hand flops instead of replying as you grab one of Aymeric’s books to cover your face.
It was ridiculous how attractive everyone was. Was it in the fine print?
– – –
“Who is that?” You ask, eyes glued to the group of people in the far corner of the room.
“Who?” Thancred replies with an easy smile.
You shake him, turning his face with your fingers on his chin – pointing, “That!”
Thancred groans. “Oh, that. Don’t bother with that. Only trouble comes with that.”
You gape. “What is that’s name?”
Thancred sighs. “His name is Zenos. Trouble, my friend! Trouble!”
Zenos turns his head and meets your eyes. You freeze – pinned in place by the weight of his stare.
He smirks, slow and wicked.
“Thancred!” You hiss, slapping at your handsome friend. “Thancred! Thancred, he’s looking!
Thancred gasps loudly and covers your eyes. “Quick! Look away before you turn to stone!”
You pry his hand away from your eyes, grumbling, “Thancred! I can’t see!”
You look back in the corner to find Zenos and the grouping of other students had vanished.
You sigh, turning your head to frown at Thancred as he throws his arm over your shoulder. “He’s gone. ”
Thancred grins roguishly. “Tough break, my dear friend. Shall we eat?” And drags you away to join your fellow Scions at your usual table.
I don’t know what I am doing with my life. When I did this part of the MSQ I immediately thought of something along the lines of this. This terrible comic was done really quickly so please don’t kill me
some headshots of some scions because headshots are all i am capable of at the moment. i learned today i cant draw thancred’s hair for the life of me so now it jkust looks like a mess. my apologies
I did our discord monthy art battle challenge of drawing landscape/bgs? i challenge myself to fully use clip paint and i die…’
hello realize its more hard to adjust ref image cause its horizontal
sobs and runs back into SAIs embrace
[[ Those born on the Scorpio/Sagittarius cusp seek the truth and the meaning of life, and they love to explore through knowledge. They are investigative and probing, often strongly intuitive and penetrating.
Those who wish to change a Scorpio/Sagittarius mind often have trouble because they can never be sure what their motivation is; they are too complex and sometimes too secretive to be understood easily.
Scorpio/Sagittarians are motivated and loyal, but they are often misunderstood, and others may see them as dictatorial or sarcastic.
Their great love of knowledge and exploration makes them one of the most learned characters of the zodiac. ]]
[[ Sagittarians are truth-seekers, and the best way for them to do this is to hit the road, talk to others and get some answers. Knowledge is key to these folks, since it fuels their broad-minded approach to life. The Sagittarian-born are keenly interested in philosophy and religion, and they find that these disciplines aid their internal quest. At the end of the day, what Sagittarius wants most is to know the meaning of life, and to accomplish this while feeling free and easy.
Those born under this sign are clear thinkers, and choose to look at the big picture most of the time. They also like it when others agree with their well-thought-out point of view. The alternative to this, for better or for worse, is a Sag who can become argumentative and blunt. That’s not to say that these folks are intransigent – Archers will listen to what others have to say, in keeping with the Mutable Quality assigned to them. Indeed, Sagittarians are enthusiastic consumers of information.
Sagittarius is ruled by Jupiter. In ancient Roman times, Jupiter was the King of the Gods, and most Sagittarians would say that the royal pedigree has been passed on to them. These folks are also expansive in their thoughts, as well as in their approach. Sags are forever reaching for knowledge, understanding and answers. They are outspoken in their beliefs, at times to the point of exaggeration.
Mental games such as chess or debate also fuel the Sag’s mood. Moody colors they’ll wear, since they favor rich maroon and navy hues. ]]
What Would Jade Curtiss Do bracelet: now polished! I kind of hate polishing things because it’s so hard to get it perfect, and I usually end up just throwing up my hands and declaring it good enough. I’ll be sending this off to my fellow A Softer Tales mod shortly ^_^
So I was playing Tales of the Abyss really early this morning and
apparently during the attack on the Tartarus if you don’t collect the weapons that were taken from you Jade won’t let you proceed to the next room, and I totally forgot
and I was pretty convinced for a good ten minutes that this was his room and he was hiding some really weird shit from me.
Fun tidbit I noticed while doing some regular character study! Everyone knows Jade is aware of his limits and has an almost dangerously accurate perception of himself, but…
I really appreciate that Jade refused to teach Luke how to control his hyperresonance. Not because he was upset at Luke, (though he was) and not because he doesn’t like teaching, (though he doesn’t) but because he personally couldn’t control the seventh fonon. When it comes to the seventh fonon he doesn’t compare it to controlling the others or really to anything else. That seems to be a consistent thing with Jade. Though he does well in recognizing patterns and applying his knowledge to other fields, he never assumes that he’s right.
I really admire this- Jade’s ability to know when he’s out of his league. The Colonel isn’t one I’m usually willing to emulate, but in this aspect I’m inspired to approach unfamiliar problems as actually outside of my area of knowledge. That doesn’t mean giving up right away, it means knowing your limits and accepting that. It means defaulting to someone actually familiar with the situation instead of trying to come up with your own assumptions.
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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