#❖ ⋮ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴅs { in character }

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@chosenbythecrystal // Cont’d.

The ten year old boy loved to fish. Normally Noctis struggled to sit still, but when it came to fishing, he could sit there for hours. It helped him relax and he always felt a sense of pride whenever he made a decent catch. He wasn’t old enough to go on his own though, so he always had to have a guard with him. Auron was trusted to take care of the boy though, so going with him would be better than going with some random Crownsguard he didn’t know.

After clearing it with his father, he had asked Auron himself. He didn’t want the man to feel obligated to take him – he wasn’t ordering him, he was asking him and he had been ecstatic when the man agreed.

Sitting on the edge of the pier, they had a basket of food and a bag of fishing gear just behind them. For now, Auron was just watching, but he didn’t mind – he enjoyed the man’s company all the same.

“Thanks for comin’ with me, Auron.”

❖ ⋮ 　 "You’re welcome, Noctis. If you hadn’t invited me along my only other plans were to fill out forms before a meeting later in the day.” He sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the pier, just above the surface of the water where they wouldn’t disturb the fish. Auron offered the young prince a small bowl of fruit from the basket. “Between the two your plans are much more fun. Frankly, I should be thanking you.” 

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@itsbalthier makes a “new” friend

❖ ⋮ 　 New faces frequent Bur-Omisace often as Auron has found during his stay. He’s known the missionaries and the clergymen from the Temple most of his life but he’s also come to meet those who make long journeys just to visit at least once in their lives. But it’s seldom that he’s seen a new face being carried up the steps in a rush of robes and dripping crimson. 

　　　So he calls it intrigue that brings him to the door of the infirmary hours after the fact to check in on the newcomer. The head nurse had assured him that their guest had been fully tended to and that he would heal in no time at all. Still, it couldn’t hurt to make sure for himself, could it? Auron inches forward into the room until he can kneel at the man’s bedside to watch him rest.

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❖ ⋮ 　 Oh hi, Auron cat did not see you there. He was too busy rolling around in the dirt to notice. 

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aeonchains replied to your post: ❖ ⋮ 　 Balthier: insults Seymour 　　　Auron:

@siravron​ you stink V:< you two share that in common V:<

❖ ⋮ 　 sticks and stones antler hair

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❖ ⋮ 　 Since it is now officially midnight mun’s time, “Happy birthday adopted son Gladio. May you have many more blissful years without heart disease.”

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It's easy to tell when Auron is having a shitty day. He's pretty good at hiding it, but Jecht knows. Even if things have been rocky between them, it isn't in Jecht's nature to not at least try. So just under an hour after they hung up, Jecht shows up at Auron's door, six pack in one hand, two pizzas balanced in the other. "Thought you could this," he says, handing the case to him. "Want t'find a bad movie?"

@invinciblesirjecht is a saint

❖ ⋮ 　 After all these years Jecht still had that uncanny sixth sense when it came to Auron’s mood (at least when it wasn’t caused by the man himself). He didn’t question his friend’s appearance at his door, simply let him in and let the six pack plunk down onto his coffee table. “Only if you find one while I shovel as much of that greasy pizza in my mouth as I can.”

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Clings onto Auron ;3;

❖ ⋮ 　 He holds her tight in his arms, lets a hand card through her hair to soothe her. “I’m here for you.”

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casually but still awkwardly gently paps

❖ ⋮ 　 Soft, pleased Auron noises.

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Balthier knows he shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't. But the truth serum mixed up with the potions from the Rozarrian merchant has Auron at his mercy. That should be enough to stop him from the question - at this point, unearthing the truth would be like taking candy from a child. A coward's way. Which - Balthier realizes - does sound much like him, doesn't it. "What /is it/ that you want from me?" he asks quietly. This dance between monk and pilot has been going on for long enough.

❖ ⋮ 　 As soon as the question is posed Auron recognizes that something is amiss, though it’s difficult to put a finger on it. He knows that the last thing he feels like doing is admitting to the twisting dependency he’s grown for the sky pirate. Just the reminder of it makes him feel a damn fool for letting the charade continue for this long. But nevertheless he feels compelled to bare his secrets. 

　　　Even so he can’t meet Balthier’s gaze when he speaks up. “Everything you would be willing to give. More than I should ask of a man untethered. More and more I spend nights wishing for your return; even if only to share a laugh and a pint in a seedy bar. And when we’re together?” His eyes close and Auron heaves a sigh. “I feel as though I’ve found some priceless treasure. You’ve made me reckless. Shown me there could be more to my life than dedication to those who took me in as a child. I suppose... All I may have wanted was to tell you as much, even when it scared me most.”

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-runs fingers through his hair- -firstcrderlieutenant (maybe fem!taka?)

You can always count on @firstcrderlieutenant

❖ ⋮ 　 A sigh escaped him and Auron leaned back into the touch of gentle fingers, content to stay that way for a long while. This was the life.

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auron who do you love more tidus or yuna?

❖ ⋮ 　 "A ridiculous question. I couldn’t love either of them more than the other, they’re both so dear to me. I may have helped as best as I could to raise Tidus but Yuna has grown into a kind young woman any parental figure would be proud of.”

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@itsbalthier // Cont’d.

Balthier thumbs through the pages of a tired book, tattered at the edges with years of well-loved readings. Auron is to his right, and all things considered the nightly ritual is comfortable, familiar, almost–normal. He’s thought about giving panic to that very thought, but simply hasn’t found the time while carting Auron hither thither and yon. And at night, well–then he’s too cozy, dammit. It simply hasn’t been convenient for him to fret.

So when Auron’s soft rumble of a voice stirs Balthier from his reading, he quietly shuts his book and brings it to his lap.

“Oh?” he queries at the soft confession. “And what brought this on?” Obviously the monk must have been thinking of this for quite some time.

❖ ⋮ 　 "In truth this path was not my first choice.” Auron brought a hand up to rub over his eyelids. “I won’t say that I regret it, but I had few aspirations as a young man and hitched a ride alongside a close friend who wanted to join the Light of Kiltias. I feel a bit as though I’ve been drifting through each day among them. What other options would have been available to me? I bore minimal education and my mother and father were long buried. I decided to undertake this pilgrimage for a change of pace.”

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oraculideluna replied to your post: ❖ ⋮ 　 @invinciblesirjecht: posts That Gif™...

AURON LIKES IT AND YOU KNOW IT

❖ ⋮ 　 Auron voice: playing the saxophone is nOT THE TIME FOR BEDROOM EYES, JECHT

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👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public?💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak?

It’s the Make Auron Uncomfortable Power Hour™!

❖ ⋮ 　 "I have not, no. In Zanarkand I had a short relationship with an adventurous woman; she tried to persuade me to indulge one of her fantasies that involved being partially exposed, but I didn’t feel comfortable with the arrangement. I’m not sure if it’s something I would enjoy.

　　　"As for the latter question...” Here he shifts in his seat. The whole premise of heartbreak involves painful memories, after all. “I didn’t have relationships when I was young. I wasn’t sure if I liked anyone the way they all seemed to like me, so for years I declined advances as politely as I could. The first time I fell in love it blindsided me. A brash, drunken man from a land everyone knew was a ruin. I never told him what I felt - mostly because I couldn’t put it to words - and when he gave his life to save Spira, on top of the betrayal from Yunalesca’s revelation... I felt like such a fool.”

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@ Auron: OP literally is in love with a flighty dodgy sky pirate who is terrified of commitment yet continues to adore him and put up with his bullshit anyway but go off I guess

❖ ⋮ 　 ".... I don’t claim to make good decisions.”

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@floweringeclipse​ // Cont’d.

So sleepy. It really is far too early for someone her age to be up at this hour, but she so very much loves watching Sir Auron spar with the other Crownsguards.

Too bad she had fallen asleep partway through… It’s Auron himself who wakes her from the bench she’d curled up on so that they can meet with her mom for lunch. She’s quick to take the warrior’s offered hand as they begin walking down the halls, looking up to shoot him a drowsy smile as thanks. Iris is so, so happy that he’s so nice to her, unlike most of the intimidating Citadel staff.

“I missed your fights… I can still watch the next sessions, right? I’ll stay up next time, promise!”

❖ ⋮ 　 Finding the young Amicitia asleep after his practice session came as no surprise to him. Little girls her age needed all the sleep they could get and their schedules simply didn’t match up. Auron didn’t mind; the sentiment was what mattered most. 

　　　He returned her smile and gave her hand a light squeeze. ”You certainly can. Maybe you can go to bed earlier the night before the next session? You would wake less tired.”