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[hautevaux]

@of-ancunin asked: 🌸 MEME: Send 🌸 for our muses to see the blossoms together!

It's strange - he'd never spared the time to go and see the famed blossoms at the spring festival before. He'd always been far too busy picking up the motions of his business trying to keep up with the machinations of the opening and then the constant barrage of orders and appointments. He'd not been able to spare the time... But now? Now he had climbed that mountain and reached a plateau, he could.

How beautiful everything is, even lit by streetlamps as it was, the dead of night giving an entirely different hue to the beauty of the trees still smothered in pinks and whites. He's sat aside company upon the lawns, wrapped in the warmth of a thick jacket to ward off midnights chill, eyes fixated on the canopy above to enjoy it's sights.

"... I ought have come here sooner but... Well, life is awful busy at the best of times... And lack of proper company until your wonderful return did rather put me off. It doesn't seem like the sort of thing that would be well enjoyed alone. " Vaux admits, eventually laying himself back within the grass to relax, to fully soak in the atmosphere without the crowds and bustle.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" He smiles, shuffling to lay partially on his side to note company: "A little light in the dark, so to speak. I'm glad to be sharing it with you, darling."

[hautevaux]

@sephaeroth asked: " Don't worry about me this is - this is normal - " MEME: Go To Bed

Rare were evenings where relaxation came before all else, the thrum of sewing machines naught but a mild hallucination bought on by its constant within his life and a recent case of sleep deprivation, momentarily forgotten in the face of something greater. Comfort was all weary bones sought that eve, the warmth of a heavy blanket over shoulders and the idle din of chatter on the television - a half forgotten book with the pages dog-eared and a worn marker betwixt - a glass of wine yet to be poured. Small comforts, the little things, were all he had to soothe the innermost aches and pains of overwork. Family were distant, uncaring and friends were few.

A soft, unassuming knock at the door came as a surprise, easily heard over the quiet of the television speaker. A second of hesitation allows him to shift the blanket aside, to timidly rise to feet and step ever quietly to the door where he raises to tiptoes to seek a view out of the spy hole.

He expects no visitors, no parcels nor deliveries - but he is pleasantly surprised nonetheless to be met with the obvious sights of long, silvery hair and height that affords a poor view of one's features. Nimble fingers reach for the chain, and then the lock, opening the door to allow dear company within ere he locked it all back up again - turning to excitedly embrace.

Sephiroth felt cold, colder than normal, and Vaux wonders just how much the temperature outside had dropped since he had gotten home himself. He is, however, put upon a different path of thought once he leans back, smiling, only to see the utter fatigue nigh plastered upon Sephiroth's expression, though 'T is evident he tries to hide it. The explanation, if one could call it such, gives very little comfort when heard and Vaux is quick to usher company to sit down, making a point to personally remove his boots for the sake of comfort, and' T is while unbuckling them that he speaks:

"Of course I worry. I always worry-- and now I'm only more worried." He sets the boots aside, manouvering himself to sit aside his company but not without draping the aforementioned heavy blanket across his shoulders, pauldrons and all. Frankly, he didn't know how to remove those and he didn't want to overstep, but he was more than concerned for his dearest company's comfort and current state.

"-- but, that being said, I'm glad you came here." Vaux will likely always worry, that he has been very clear of since their very first meeting and general friendliness and the moment at hand was no exception. Fingers reached forth to tuck hair behind and ear, pale eyes affording a closer look at Sephiroth's face - how he looked as if he'd not slept in some few days, as if he looked positively haunted by something.

Concern runs deeper but Vaux smiles regardless, momentarily holding the others face betwixt the softness of his palms, thumbs stroking cheeks. He wonders what he can do, if anything at all, and decides upon one course of action. He's slow in standing, makes sure that the blanket is secure around his company's shoulders ere he pulls him up, leads him to the lithe expanse that was the tailors bedroom and insists, quietly and only through movement, that he sit on the edge of the bed.

He rummages through draws, sifts through a small box of recently sewn garments that he had formed at home and brings forth a pair of pyjama pants - offering them to Sephiroth with naught more than the warmest smile he could muster.

"Those were made for you anyway, darling, so they'll fit. You'll have to forego a tee, however, because I doubt any of mine will make it up your arms." He's cheeky, he's smiling, but his worry is still ample within the sheen of his eyes. Vaux dislikes seeing the other so dishevelled, so void of his usual self. How long, he wonders, has he been struggling with sleep to get to this point? How his heart sinks - - but he says naught of it, simply gives the other a moment alone in his room to change while he busies himself switching off the television and turning off the lamp in the lounge.

When returned, he makes himself comfortable against pillows and pulls company closer, saying nothing at all as he manouvers him to lay his head 'pon his lithe chest. Vaux is much smaller, that is certain, but there is something quite wonderful - he finds - about the weight of a dear ones head against ones heart. With a hand within Sephiroth's hair does he hold close for a moment ere relaxing his embrace, reaching for the book he had bought with him from the lounge. A kiss to the head, one more little squeeze to a shoulder.

"Try and get some rest, sweet... Even if you don't sleep, try to relax just a little bit. You... Might feel better for it afterwards. Nobody will come for you here, not for the moment at least." If only Shinra would leave him alone more, perhaps things would not have come to this - their finest barely able to walk with the exhaustion he carried through his person. To show it at all... It must have been abysmal.

Idly, as Vaux begins the next chapter of his book spoken aloud in hushed tones, does he softly run fingers through the others hair. As always, he's as tender as he can be, oft punctuating the ends of paragraphs with a loving kiss to the top of Sephiroth's head, or a comforting tightening of the embrace beneath the warmth of the blanket. He wants him to feel safe, comfortable, contented and though Vaux knows something bothers the other greatly, he knows it is likely not something he can fix or ease.

"Rest as long as you need, I'm not going anywhere." He'd call in sick to work the next day if necessary, he'd even snap at any Shinra lackeys who came sniffing. Small though he was, oft sickly, certainly not strong - - he was protective nonetheless.

Eventually, Vaux gives up on the book and just leaves it on the edge of the bed, much preferring to run his now free hand in circles 'pon the others back - rhythmic and gentle. He'd only doze, himself, listening out for his companion each hour that passed in case something was needed or discomfort rose but, eventually, he succumbed to his own fatigue. But his embrace? It didn't loosen, not one iota.

[hautevaux]

OOC; Really hating the highlight behind .png's tumblr.

edit; there must be a fix for it hhh

[hautevaux]

.☽༊˚ prompts for helping bathe an injured loved one

¹⁾ sitting on the edge of the bathtub and letting them lay their head against your thigh as the fatigue starts taking hold

²⁾ “i know, i know it hurts but hold on for just a little longer and we’re done, yeah? think you can do that for me, pet?”

³⁾ helping them lean up so you can wash their back, and pretending not to notice them shaking in your arms

⁴⁾ “you needn’t be so gentle, y’know. if today wasn’t enough to break me, i doubt an ill-applied handful of shampoo will.”

⁵⁾ using your soapstuffs because the familiar scent will, hopefully, help calm them

⁶⁾ “i can’t believe it took a night like that for you to let me help you with something.”

⁷⁾ having never seen them in a state of undress before and so, trying admirably hard to avoid looking directly at them in such a vulnerable state

⁸⁾ “so mr/mrs surly and serious likes having their hair washed for them, hm? don’t worry, i’ll keep your secret.”

⁹⁾ climbing into the bath/shower with them, more for the physical comfort than practicality

¹⁰⁾ “i wish the first time you saw me like this could’ve been under better circumstances.”

¹¹⁾ stripping down to the same level of undress as them in an effort to try and make them feel more comfortable

¹²⁾ “can we- can we just stay here, like this, for a minute? please?”

¹³⁾ using as gentle a touch as possible to clean them off and feeling your heart break each time they still suppress a pained whimper

¹⁴⁾ “it’s just me now. you don’t have to be brave anymore.”

¹⁵⁾ trying to towel them dry but ending up just cradling them to your chest with the towel pressed aimlessly between you

[hautevaux]

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

[hautevaux]

Send "I have to go." for my muse's reaction

[hautevaux]

Sinday Asks are open! Ask my muse all the naughty things you want to know!

[hautevaux]

Please consider this post a starter call and an invitation to plot. Liking this post will mean I will write you a starter of random length and subject! But also, always feel free to hop into my inbox or my IM's if you have any specific ideas you'd like to explore!

[hautevaux]

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

[hautevaux]

Go To Bed

Another one about making people sleep...

"Are you still awake?"

"I think you need to rest..."

"I'm getting worried about you, you know."

"You really do need to sleep."

"It's okay to be tired."

"You can rest your head on my lap... if that'll help?"

"Let me stroke your hair..."

"I just want you to feel better."

"You would feel better if you actually slept."

"The last time that you actually, really rested..?"

"Sh, sh, it's okay. You're overtired, that's all."

"Okay, I have you, just... relax. Let yourself relax."

"I worry about you, you know. How little you sleep."

"I hear you walking about at night, when you think everyone's asleep."

"I know that you're pretending."

"I'm really not that tired. Promise."

"I'm just a bit... uh. Just... just a bit... I'll be okay in a moment."

"You're swaying so badly you can barely stand!"

"You have to rest! I'm not taking no for an answer!"

"Don't worry about me this is - this is normal -"

"You keep yawning like that you might break your jaw."

"It's nice. Warm. Cosy. Come to bed."

"I just want you to actually rest, for once. Please."

"You have to actually relax."

"Take a breath. Lean back. Close your eyes."

"When's the last time you trusted someone enough to do this?"

"I want you to actually try. That's all."

"Would you let me try something?"

"This is not normal. Even for you."

"I'll get you a heated blanket, warm milk, blackout curtains, anything. Just go to sleep."

[hautevaux]

It's late. Immensely so, in fact and the lights at the back of the boutique are still on, albeit dimmed.

Sat 'pon the couch that usually served excitable guests and patient family members was the tailor himself, sans the jacket he had been wearing all day, sleeves rolled up and neck bow removed: hair tied back, earrings left upon the coffee table.

It causes tremors throughout his person, the way he cries - every sob shaking him to the marrow of his bones. Not even the hands that poise over his face can hide that level of upset and even if one cannot hear the sheer misery that echoes from his throat, one could see the shake of shoulders and the heave of breath.

[hautevaux]

He needs to be kissed so suddenly and passionately that he's left entirely breathless and needing to lay down.

[hautevaux]

@escortingsecrets asked: "You have value in this world."

A laugh, dry and void of humour poorly disguised compared to usual efforts, sounds from Vaux's throat as he turns upon heels, busies himself in finishing packing an order at his workstation and tidying up his own cuttings and messes. He offers no explanation for the moment but his expression is evidently deeply thoughtful.

"My work has value, darling. Much value. As does the brand name I have built. But me? No, sweet. I'm perfectly replaceable." He shrugs as he continues his work, setting the packed goods aside for their pick up later in the evening. He'd be gone by then, only staff left behind to finish up for the final hour or two, but he still liked to be certain that all was ready just for the ease of the process. "There is always someone else that is better. Especially in this trade."

[hautevaux]

@moon-blessed-xiv asked: "you're falling asleep standing up." - ft. Ashai

"I've got a few hours left in me just yet, handsome." Vaux's reply is gentle, heavy eyelids opening to survey surroundings once more, the sheer exhaustion that he exhibited rather swiftly shaken from his poise. He couldn't let many see that he was on his last legs - he'd a reputation to uphold and having been awake for almost two solid days wasn't a good excuse to fracture that.

Thus he turns, offers a dazzling smile and a dismissive wave of a hand ere apparently returning to his normal self, those few moments of crippling exhaustion seemingly vanished.

"Are you waiting for an order or anything, darling? I can see to it for you."

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@bitterarcs asked: ❝ look what i found! ❞ ...it's a severed hand.

Had it been close to Halloween, Vaux might have laughed and joked - but given the circumstance of destruction nearby, the dust in the air, the streets lined with wounded - - it wasn't an enjoyable observation. He tries not to look, closes his eyes and fights back the nauseousbess that bubbles in his throat. His chest is tight, the throbbibg of his head naught short of overwhelming, but he attempts to focus - he needed to get himself home, out of the way so the emergency services could intervene with the wreckage and hope, silently, that whomever had lost their hand had a swift end ere they were obliterated to fragmented parts.

He staggers, seeks support against a wall that yet stood and dipped his head - trying to ease the ringing in his ears and the thunderous pressure in his sinuses.

"You're sick." Vaux tries to not gag, feeling worse by the moment. He truly did need to get home - the smoke was suffocating, the sounds so very loud, the smell of burning overpowering all else.

"It used to belong to a person... Maybe you lost your compassion in the explosion. Or---" He forces himself to raise his gaze, to shoot a sharp glance over a shoulder to company: "... Perhaps it has always been as absenst as your sense of style."

[hautevaux]

Always watching. Always judging.

[hautevaux]

OOC: You know- I like to think I'm decently approachable. I like to send random asks and stuff like that if we interact or, if I'm feeling particularly brave, are mutuals. If any of my followers would rather I didn't, please let me know.

I never expect them to be answered- but I do get excited to interact. I follow you lovely lot because I think you're wonderful and want to interact, yanno-?

Because, I'll be honest - - - this really made me feel like total shit and there was really no need to be so...like that. A little private message like hey, I'm not a huge fan of random asks, could be do memes/plot instead? Absolutely. Always.

This-? This makes me feel absolutely terrible, I'm not gonna lie.