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The way this Peacock unfurls it's mesmerising feathers | source

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A daily routine, these casual strolls were. What wasn’t so routine was hearing cries for help while making his way through the shroud, a place typically known for tranquility and peace. The Elezen craned his head with some confusion while he turned his head, only to crane that long neck upward to peer into a nearby tree. He’d step back in surprise when he saw not only a person, but one he knew as a long time and dear friend sitting in said tree. Samuru crossed his arms giving the spud a stare most perplexed, tapping the tip of his high heeled boot into the ground below. “I see the Lalablossoms are coming in nicely this year, even if a bit earlier than usual.” He quipped as he made his approach to the base, mismatched eyes fixed on the shaken mogul. “...How?” The word so simple and yet carrying the high degree of confusion that matched his expression. As Teledji explained that he didn’t end up in the tree by his choice, whether for sport or a spot of exercise, but rather due to some outside force motivated by malice. This explanation alone was enough to make his painted lids narrow into well defined slits, a hint of fire seen igniting within the green and blue hues of his eyes. He’d use those long arms to his advantage, reaching up to offer the unfortunate soul aid in getting down from such a peculiar perch. Once he hoisted Teledji back onto solid ground, he’d assist in dusting his opulent attire free of dirt, twigs and bark residue until he was satisfied he was sufficiently cleaned. With such formalities out of the way, the beauty took a knee so he could better meet with his old friend on an eye to eye basis. “Now...be a dear and tell me whom thought themselves brave enough to strike you, much less at such force as to launch you into a tree. Pointing me in the direction they went would also be most helpful.” A sly twitch tugged at the corners of his lips, a vain effort to mask his own vengeful nature that he kept buried under a polite guise. “I only want to talk.” The phrase was said with such sickly sweet undertones that one could tell he was explicitly lying, and it meant no good for the fiends who’d crossed the wrong gambler.

"...How?"

[[ @samurulantis Ru! \o/!! ]]

It was high noon when Samuru was strolling though Gridania, well familiar paths for him no doubt. What was unfamiliar however was hearing a very tiny and pleading voice from not too far away tree.

“H-help... Someone... anyone...” Teledji whimpered, hanging on to a tree branch for dear life. 

Blasted be these huge Gridanian trees, they were as tall as mountains - not meant for little folk such as he. And as the former syndicate was about to count is prayers he spot a familiar face.

“S-samuru? Samuru my friend, my savior, my tall saint...!” Teledji beamed, eyes tearing - he was saved! Or so he thought as he watched the fair elezen step closer, surrounded by sunlight breaking through the trees, bathing him in ethereal glimmer... and one could swear Teledji heard a choir of angels upon that view “I thought I was going to die here... blessed be the Twelve!”

The situation would have seemed more dire... if the lalafellin man wasn’t in height that was in fact fairly reachable for the elezen man. 

And then the question came... “....How?”

Teledji quickly snapped out of his trance and if he could fold arms without letting go, he would have done that but instead offered a simple pout. “I was punt...”

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“I was not aware peacocks could be so affectionate” 

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𝓟𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 🦚

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Saw @fashion-noodle​ do this and I said hell yeah, let’s go! Blank template below the cut.

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Samuru settled on the blanket once it was laid out, setting up shop next to a rather old tree that towered high above the traveling pair. “Not one for nature?” He asked with an amused smirk. “I fear nature is a strict part of my job as an Alchemist, considering many of my ingredients come directly from said source. But it is nice to take a stroll within it without worrying of sample collections or herb gathering.” 

As he settled on the blanket he’d open the basket they had brought with them, allowing the chocobo to roam for the moment and stretch its legs knowing it wouldn’t go far. “Funny enough this particular spot is one I have history with. When Isen and I were still dating I had used this particular location to keep a large gathering of fungar for an experiment I was doing at the time. While fungar aren’t the most interesting creatures they do possess a good amount of ingredients for potent potions.” As he told the tale he worked to remove various food items from the basket, from sandwiches to an apple pie he’d prepared for dessert. “Sadly one day I came to check on my test subjects and found the clearing empty. Of all the things I had factored into my study, adventurers weren’t one of them. They had wiped them all out, ruining months of work and well...I was a bit upset that they had perished.”

He’d adjust himself on the blanket to focus his gaze on his companion. “Isen saw how upset I was at the loss, inconsolable to some degree. He disappeared for the day without warning, I’d no idea where he’d gone.” A smile curled his lips. “But when he came back he had a back pack slung over his shoulder with something inside. He had returned to the site and searched high and low before coming across a baby bun roaming all by it’s lonesome, having managed to escape the slaughter by some miracle. Without a word Isen handed over the small creature and my heart filled with joy. It was one of the sweetest things he’d ever done for me, and right then I knew I wanted to marry him.” Samuru flashed Teledji a wink. “Don’t tell him I told you that though. I doubt he’d want to be known as a fungar rescuing softie.”

Once he had the spread laid out he’d search through the basket for the wine glasses he was certain he had brought. “I have heard of the restoration process. I did aid with some alchemical tonics, any that I could spare at least. But a man of your means has no doubt made a larger impact. I do have hope for the Brume. It still has it’s hooligans and dark dealers, but in time they will fade as the people are uplifted.”

Watcher in the woods

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Bury me in this.

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I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

“I love love and love loves me.”

Not hard at all, especially toward those he genuinely cares for. When it comes to romantic partners he may take his time to drop the L word, considering how heavy it is. After it’s been said once then it’s guaranteed it’ll be said at least once a day after that, if not more.

[Thanks for the ask @trishelle!]

[Valentine’s day alphabet] 

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F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

“Under the right circumstances I’ve been known to make a few hearts flutter.”

When he was younger he’d be lucky to finish a flirtatious statement without passing out. Now that he’s grown in confidence and matured he can be quite the bold and shameless flirt, with the right candidates of course. 

His favored method of flirting starts with a case of intense bedroom eyes followed by an outrageously suggestive comment. If words alone fail to deliver the desired result, feather light touches to the jaw or neckline tend to follow. He enjoys luring his partner in with the scents of his perfume or body oils playing the sheep while waiting to pounce like a wolf.

Needless to say flirting is a favored activity.

[Thanks for the ask @ffxivtribehydrae!]

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V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

“Free chocolate, flowers and loads of romantic schmaltz? Sign me up!”

With as affectionate as Samuru is, holidays that celebrate intimacy and love are on the top of his list. Even if Isen must suffer through the pastel pink hearts and cheap teddy bears, Samuru is never left wanting on such a special occasion. In exchange, Isen is allowed to stab as many door-to-door salesmen as his heart desires.

[Thanks for the ask @cadrenebula! @tidusyumemiru for mention]

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O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

“I’ve been dubbed articulate by my associates and companions. While I may not recite detailed poetry, I do consider my word choices to be acceptable.”

He is charming in his own way. Some may confuse his confident responses and quips with arrogance, but typically he just likes to make sure what he says is clearly understood. When it comes to romance, his word choices are typically best represented in the bedroom where he is at his most creative, if not uncouth. 

[Thanks for the ask @bloodsworn-marshal!]

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HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

“If I’m not worth working for, then you’re not worth keeping.”

I’d say in his younger years he was a hopeless romantic who longed for love as quickly as possible. As he’s aged, however, he has certainly become far more picky and scrutinizes possible partners closely. Since he’s married it’s not something he has to think about these days, but it would still apply if that status ever changed.

[Thanks for the ask @jasleh!]

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(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

send some letters to find out more about my muse   !

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

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What if... Samuru's shampoo makes his hair bright PINK? :0 was it a cruel prank? Chemical reaction? A really bad shampoo!? Who knooows!

It wouldn’t be the first time Samuru accidentally confused Alchemy materials for hygiene products, and it won’t be the last. He’d find a way to rock the new style, even if pink is easily his least favorite color. But if this was done by someone else, one would hope they leave the country before Samuru finds them.

[Thanks for the ask @dennydraws!]

[Send me ‘What If’ scenarios for my muse to answer.]

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'What If'... Samuru never met Isen

This would essentially change the entire course of his story arc, which is fascinating to think about. Samuru’s father kept an iron fist on him, insistent he take up the mantle of Woodwailer as he himself had done. But Samuru desired to be an Alchemist much to his annoyance, and yet was too afraid to stand up to him at the time. It was meeting Isen that set the wheels in motion for him to pack up his things and just leave home to achieve his dream, traveling all across Eorzea as an adventurer who saw and did many great things.

So if he hadn’t met Isen, I feel like his growth would’ve been significantly slower. He would’ve eventually left home but at a much later age, likely after wasting time in training with the Woodwailers. It would’ve been a hard, unpleasant experience and he would’ve faced great backlash for his lack of care or skill in the field, he may have even been booted out entirely. The shame of his failure would’ve culminated in greater backlash in his home life, and that likely would have been the catalyst for leaving home entirely.

He may have still taken up Alchemy but without Isen by his side assisting in building his confidence and pushing him to be better, he would’ve stumbled frequently in his pursuits. Lacking proper figures around him to aid in undoing years of mental abuse, at some point Samuru would collapse in on himself and fall into a depression. I don’t think he would’ve been single forever and eventually he’d marry, but the candidate he chose would likely be born from loneliness rather than true love. Grace would cease to exist, and the business he built would likely not come to pass with his current lover not as invested in his personal success. 

While I can’t say his life would’ve been completely terrible and not worth living without Isen, it seems to me that he still played a significant role in shaping Samuru into who he is now. He’s a confident business owner with a lovely home, a beautiful daughter and surrounded by friends and trusted confidants. Without that push when he needed it most, he would be half that today. The butterfly effect in full motion.

[Thanks for the ask @ffxivtribehydrae! @tidusyumemiru for mention]

[Send me ‘What If’ scenarios for my muse to answer.]