#Luvshan Xura

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Nothing much, just an assorted collection of some cool ladies and lads while waiting for DT.

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📝!!

Their first impression: “Is he alright? He looks sick... Seems nice, though! And he’s a friend of Cuinn’s!”

Their current impression: “Sweet, if practiced at putting up a disgruntled front. Maybe sweet is too much, but he certainly seems to care much more than he likes to let on.”

What they like the most about your muse: “Saying his work as a healer feels like a cop-out. Though I respect him for taking such a profession. On a personal level, I like his humor. It’s dry, but I’ve never been bothered by that.”

What they dislike the most about your muse: “Mm... I’m not sure. I feel as if I don’t know him well enough to find any faults. We’ve only been kind to each other.”

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): “Friend! Albeit a distant one.”

A general opinion of their relationship: “I think we’ll get along well, given time. I’m curious to see if he changes his attitude with those close to him. Or if he’s always so keen on trying to send you away with his body language.”

[eggplant-xaela]

“I kid you not, it’s THIS BIG.”

i’m sorry

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#19 - Weal

"St---that eno--That's enough old man!"

The little Xaela growled and squirmed in the older man's arms, but his protests were for naught. If anything, it only made the Elder's snickering grow into a fit of laughter, the large hands rubbing over his charge's face until both bruises and healthy skin alike were covered in gooey, green layer of ointment.

"Never enough! This is your punishment! Retribution for picking a fight with someone twice your size!"

Elder Kroin's voice boomed behind his laughter, the youth's face finally firmly cupped between the two calloused, goo-covered hands. All the glee was suddenly cut from the sharp, scaled features, leaving only a stern stare behind.

"Love. Why would you do something so stupid, hm?"

Luvshan grimaced from the nickname, but didn't retort, his pride shrinking under the authority.

"…He…he said my parents were weak."

"Ooh! And what if they were?"

That pride soon returned, a scalding glare shot towards the older Xaela.

"They were not weak!"

"But what if they were?"

"They were not!"

"How do you know?"

"I just do! Y' know nothin'! Stupid old man!"

The quick retorts roused a snort from the elder, his mask of seriousness quickly breaking apart. Instead he rolled his eyes with a deep, theatrical sigh, practically pushing the child free from his grasp.

"Ahh! Youths!"

He exclaimed, his palm landing onto Luvshan's head instead, smearing the shade of green onto his bright orange locks for good measure.

"One…does not need to be strong…to be strong!"

He could only beam a grin at the fellow Xaela's dumbfounded expression, free hand shot forwards with a energetic thumbs-up.

"Old man wisdom, free of charge! You will get it one day."

((Elder Kroin belongs to @eggplant-xaela !))

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4. Does your OC have a failed friendship or relationship they still think about? What happened? Is it an unresolved regret or is there a chance for reconciliation? - Luvshan

GET TO KNOW THE OC ASKS

Yes, and it's a deep wound he refuses to let go of.

His relationship with Raeth, a fellow Xaela from the Xura clan, was rocky from the start - the two butted horns often due to Raeth's stubborn, blunt nature...and his own stubborn, blunt nature. They disliked each other to the core, and it was only due to Raeth's younger brother that they were forced to occasionally interact.

Somehow the butting of horns slowly grew from mutual irritation to mere banter, perhaps due to the common ground they both shared, and eventually to something like friends-with-benefits. That common ground helped them with opening up to one another, to be vulnerable around each other, and to receive affection they both craved deep down. It was awkward, it was weird, but the feelings were there.

And those feelings terrified the old Xura. He didn't trust Raeth, and trusted himself even less. He didn't want to be rejected, he didn't want to be abandoned, he didn't want to be betrayed - so he fled across the ocean and back to the Steppes, eventually fully breaking things off with the younger Xaela as he was found.

It's been a few years now, and it hurts him to his day. It might've been just two men finding solace in something physical, but the feelings still stubbornly linger - maybe because he doesn't let them fade away. They haven't spoken since, and he's terrified of even entertaining the thought of reconciling. He's much better off wallowing in self-pity and regret, it's what he deserves.

((@eggplant-xaela because she's Raeth's player!))

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

VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET 

Buying gifts would be a struggle for the old man - the struggle of someone who hasn't had anyone they're close enough with to even consider the act of gift-giving. Lately, though, he's been showered with such small gestures (and he still can't grasp the reason why), and at times he entertains the thought of returning the favour.

Alas, he's not a good cook and he finds giving bought food in return for homemade a bad gesture. The people he has grown fond of are an enigma to him, too, their preferences a mystery when not blatantly stated to him - and so the idea of gifts gets quickly discarded as too much of an effort. Until later date, at least.

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also please demonstrate Luvshan flirting and/or using pet names, thanks

The Xaela's sharp gaze falters, drifting off to the side. After a long pause of hesitation, his attention returns...though his expression is more akin to a glare than something flirtatious.

"...Get over here already."

He gestures sharply with his head, words annoyedly growled from between his teeth. Is that a blush on his cheeks, or just shadows cast by his lowered brow?

"You...you...stupid...fool."

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Local Old Grump Lizard Still Around, Still Pretty, Still Judging.

More news at 11.

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"Were you going to ever tell me?" or "May I come with you?" (Alternatively, "Just be careful, okay?") For Luvshan of course! But with whomever of your choosing.

Variety of writing prompts

Even when visits from Luvshan's elusive companion had always been more than welcome, at times Jikhaa chose the worst of timings for them. Not that the youth was ever at fault for wandering through the door during the late hours - it was unavoidable with the long hours the clinic stayed open, full of people looking for care.

No, it was Luvshan's fault alone, for being found in the situation that he was. Tired, hunched over his desk like a barely awake husk of a man, empty bottles of wine and the uncomfortable, sweet stench of fogweed surrounding him. Even through the haze of both, the shame managed to rear its ugly head, and Luvshan's eyes were unable to lift to meet Jikhaa's - the gaze as distant and unfocused as always, but always seeing through to the things the old Xaela desperately wished to hide.

"...Were you ever going to tell me?"

The voice was soft, a barely there whisper with no ill intent or blame, but the hint of concern stabbed Luvshan all the same. It made him curl more into himself, hiding his shame under a self-deprecating sneer.

"Tell you...what? About this? My daily life?"

It's none of your business.

The words passed his mind and lingered on his lips, but they were never uttered. Even without them Luvshan could sense the shift on the other Xaela - the slightly lowered gaze, the barely there tension on his jaw. Not from disappointment, not from anger, but from something more tender.

The silence lingered for a while, awkward but stubborn, before Luvshan could feel another change before his desk.

"...I'm still here."

Another whisper, but heavy in determination, and even heavier in meaning.

Resolution, and a plea.

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I am liking Sage a normal amount.

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I miss you, took time but I admit it It still hurts even after all these years And I know that next time, ain’t always gonna happen I gotta say I love you while we’re here

Blink-182 - One More Time

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FFXIVWrite2023 Master List

#1 - Envoy - Tou Harue

#2 - Bark - Zimi Yolhzi

#3 - Free Day

#4 - Off the Hook

#5 - Barbarous - Raichou Rei

#6 - Ring - Fymh

#7 - Noisome - Afi

#8 - Shed - Athell Eurie

#9 - Fair - Everaux Troissant

#10 - Free Day

#11 - Once Bitten, Twice Shy - Otte Dreamwalker

#12 - Dowdy - Neyha'li Nujuun

#13 - Check - Teruya Toriko

#14 - Clear

#15 - Portentous - Dacien Urleaux

#16 - Jerk - Hotsu Ishiku

#17 - Free Day

#18 - A Fish Out of Water - Z'shakka Tia

#19 - Weal - Luvshan Xura

#20 - Hamper - Oka Nikuya

#21 - Grave - Walking Oak

#22 - Fulsome - Shaiki Loiki

#23 - Suit - Ivrault Druivedare

#24 - Free Day

#25 - Call it a Day

#26 - Last - Qatan Xura

#27 - Sole

#28 - Blunt - V'menah Rhaka

#29 - Contravention

#30 - Amity

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Portrait.

( Aka shameless closeups for tumblr profiles. And new Daci hair!)

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The Old Man and His Seelie

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#23 - Pitch

"No."

The Xaela averted his gaze from the deep, brown eyes staring at him, but it didn't help against the pitiful, small sigh of a whimper.

"Please? Just this once? I have worked hard today!"

Milo had grown less timid around him - a great thing for someone who used to flinch at their own shadow, but sheer, annoying persistence had come along to take its place.

And assertiveness was only a boon when it wasn't aimed at the Scholar himself.

When had he been listening in anyway? Luvshan had definitely made sure to keep his secret within the privacy of his room.

Perhaps the low, rumbling pitch carried further than he had anticipated.

"Just a quick one? I want to hear the lullaby you were singing last night."

The youth was insistent, and Luvshan could only respond with a gravelly, weary sigh.

"...Alright, but only one song.”

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#14 - Attrition

Even for a chronic workaholic such as Luvshan, there eventually comes the time where one's mental and physical capabilities have finally been worn down to dust. Where the usual distractions of paperwork, wine and stronger methods no longer work, and the low, constant buzzing behind the mind turns into an obnoxious roar.

Those times where few and far between, fortunately - but whenever they did decide to raise their ugly head, the Xaela couldn't stubbornly ignore the call.

And that was when the old man finally had to take his vacation.

As much as he loathed the idea, perhaps closing down the clinic and returning to Eorzea was a much needed rest for his faculties - even if he knew duties of a whole different kind were waiting in the house his clan had made into their home.

Even if he knew of the old, sore wounds that were waiting there to be reopened.

Still, part of him looked forwards to settling back onto his routine in his quiet, cozy room - if only for a while, before his work would pull him across the seas once more.