#Luvshan Xura

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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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📝!!

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.”

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

More news at 11.

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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.

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J5, N2, and N3 for Luvshan!

ABCs of your OCs

What brings them the most joy in the world?

As much as the old man insists on being fine on his own, it is those brief times spent with people he likes and trusts that bring him the most joy. He still grumbles about it, naturally - especially when the visitors come with gifts of food, but those moments are precious to him nonetheless.

What have they never done that they want to do?

There's not many things like that, at least not the kind that he'd like to do! Go on a date, maybe? Be doted on? His first and last relationship was a tumultuous one and mostly kept within the Xura house, so he's never had the experience of dating, of dinners, walks on the beach and sweet-talking like those corny romance novels talk about. Not that he'd ever admit having interest in those, of course.

Is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Being all lovey-dovey and romantic in public setting. Those things are supposed to be kept private, right? Strangers don't need to see that, it sounds embarrassing! Why would someone even want to kiss, hug, and giggle somewhere where everyone else can see it?

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#9 - Friable

Even after all these seasons, I am sorry about how I threw you away. Perhaps it has been my way of atonement, to suffer for so long and only recently feel that pain easing into a mild ache.

Alas, keeping the pain away has become a habit that is difficult to break, even when I know it is slowly whittling away my health. Reaching for the bottle after a day of work - and towards something even stronger from the black market when that has not been enough to dull my senses. I am addicted, I am an utter mess, but I am glad those dark parts of me haven't impeded with my work. And, with the the sliver of willpower I still have left in me, I will make sure they never will.

At times I wonder if my feelings for you were the same, an addiction to dull the ache rising from my lonely, cowardly self. Perhaps that is why I never dared to tie you down, to say I need you and want you, even when somewhere deep down I knew that is what you most likely wanted from me. Because if our strange little mirage would've faded away, I would've strangled myself with the leash I had tied around you. Even now, it is easier to let people to do the holding, than reaching out to take a hold of them. Prying their hands off of me is less painful than letting go of them myself.

I wonder if I had told you all of this back then, would you have understood? Or perhaps you would've frowned at me like you always did, telling me I am not very smart, that I think too much. You always seemed to be living in the present when it came to us, after all.

Of course, since my pride would never let me send you this letter, I will never know.

It would mean me admitting that I still think about you, and still miss you.

And, out loud, I will never admit it.

- A lone letter, tucked away somewhere in the depths of the clinic

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The Other Old Man Lizard.

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Thinking of Purple Beasts.

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Colours Like a Sullen Sunset