#Try To Manage Your Anger Since People Cannot Manage Their Stupidity || Guerrique's Replies ||

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@frigusignis asked: "Good morning, hon," purred a voice, hands resting upon Guerrique's shoulders and sliding downward slowly as Silvaire looped arms around his neck and nuzzled his cheek. A gentle, chaste kiss was pressed to the ex-knight's cheek ere he rested his chin upon his shoulder, smiling softly. "How are you feeling? Is there ought you need?"

He'd not long woke - sat on the edge of his bed with his now longer hair all strewn around his shoulders and in wild directions. He appears fatigued, a rough night sleep written 'pon his paled expression; shirtless, bruised, still very much struggling through his recovery after the hideousness of Azys Lla.

At first, he'd assumed it was Cyvel heading into his room, to likely say good morning or something of the sort, but the ex-knight was surprised to find he was wrong. He huffs, a slight smile pulling to lips though he attempts to hide it by turning his head;

"I'm tired and I'm bored." He admits, rolling an aching shoulder - utterly detesting the constant pains he seemed to feel. "I was considering heading to the hot springs. Maybe you'd come-?"

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@draikoeques asked: "Guerrique, I wanted to ask you something," Silvaire murmurs, reaching out to take his hand. He steps closer, eyes flicking downward and a thumb affectionately brushing idly upon the back of Guerrique's hand. It was strange trying to word the actual question; he was experienced but had never felt a need to directly ask. Often he was aware of body language or the other person would make the first move, but with Guerrique... He knew everything they did was new to him, that his acceptance of Silvaire as a partner in itself was new to him. Silv didn't want to frighten him or make him uncomfortable, he didn't want to spring a desire for further intimacy on the man he adored so much. Ember gaze lifts finally, a grounding exhale brushed passed lips. "I know it might be strange to hear, maybe even... overwhelming? I don't know, I've never done this before... But, I don't want to frighten you or come off as pressuring. Guerrique, I wanted to know if... if you would make love to me...?" He clears his throat quietly, glancing away. He was usually so confident but he felt himself wavering. There was more to this question than any action he has performed in the past. Before it was just sex, no feelings, only chasing physical pleasure. Now it was... all feelings. "I know this is sudden and out of the blue, but I thought it less so than making a move not knowing if that was even something you wanted. I am willing to accept it if you don't."

Guerrique may have been somewhat dysfunctional when it came to emotions beyond that of pride or anger, but he wasn't so far removed that he couldn't sense the lingering something around Silvaire and his approach. Brows were furrowed, expression temporarily a mix of confusion and uncertainty.

It had been a steep learning curve, reintergrating within society and learning everything he had put on the back burner while parading as a knight of the ward - he'd always had more important things to do than form social connections and such. Thus, he was... Stunted with recognising queues, was somewhat difficult to get to know because - aside from battle - Guerrique didn't know that much about himself. Alcohol helped.

So he couldn't guess what Silvaire was going to bring up just by looking at him and the uncertainty that was plastered on his own face - and he was about to ask ere his dear company continued, mouth shutting to remain silent. He may not have been that great at these things... But at least he'd listen. Most of the time.

He remains quiet, expression blank as the facts of the sentences spoken to him truly sink in; the subject one that he'd most certainly not expected in the slightest. In truth, Guerrique had never had much interest in the intricacies of relationships while he was younger, not through his teens and not when a smite older either; his focus had remained entirely on war and the sheer amount of training he had done had taken his mind away from anything else.

"...if you want-?" With honesty, he's clueless, still very much coming to terms with the fact that he did actually hold affections for another man. But even Guerrique had to admit, besides his dear little brother, Silvaire had been the only other person there for him every step of the way through his recovery and even beforehand. he may have still been uncertain and at war with himself, but he did find that he wanted to do whatever made his company happy.

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@kintsugiscars || LIKED for a STARTER

He shouldn't be there, even he knows this. Their finale was supposed to cease within the Allagan confines of Azys Lla where the might of the Ward fell to the mightier warrior of light. With ease could he remember, a clarity undenied, the last breath he took ere darkness took a hold; ice was all but briefly felt ere eyes opened not to the heavens belonging to the Goddess but instead of Coerthas.

With no trace of his brothers found, Guerrique had seized his return with both hands and dedicated himself to finding any possible trace of the comrades he had lost - leaving the city he had once loved and protected with every onze of himself to those that were now in the positions of power to instead survey the lands surrounding. If he had been thrust back into the realms of the living, then there were chances his brethren had too - - - and he wouldn't cease his search, not for naught.

Even if it meant leaving his true little brother and proud father behind in the city, believing he had perished. Sacrifices had to be made.

Booted feet come to pause, however, 'pon the sights of a familiar face. Uncharacteristic hesitation consumes Guerrique, who doesn't yet result to reaching for his weapon but instead stands, dumbfounded and uncertain.

"...What are the chances of runnin' into you--" He can only hope he doesn't get cut down where he stands ere he has finished his mission of searching Eorzea for any trace of his brothers - or hope that they aren't now hunted because of his own discovery.

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@azure-seadragon asked: "Oi, Ghostie-" She appears behind him rather suddenly, as she often does- reaching up to tug his hair as she brushes past him before turning to walk backwards so she can talk to him easier. "i'm bored, so i'm gonin' t' the tavern- wanna come?" Solana asks with a lazy smile, "might be nice t' have company i can't drink under the table too fast, though i can't promise t' keep an eye on y' if someone else catches my attention~" The offer to join her is a genuine one- company, even the irritating sort, would be nice- but shes obviously also teasing him. but hey, what else is new?

He'd been doing naught more than staring out of the window, watching the small amounts of snow begin to fall from the heavens; the storms were due to brew come the morrow, and while he had previously thought of heading out for a short walk to stretch his aching legs, he'd not thought of company.

Solana's sudden appearances were common, those days and while he still found himself agitated - he had grown used to it well enough to withstand it without resorting to anger.

"You're going drinking-?" He had promised his brother that he would drink less now that he was having to slowly recover from the viciousness he had been through, but letting lose a smite more wouldn't hurt, would it? Frankly, he needed it and the company didn't seem to matter- no, he was reaching for his jacket ere he said aught at all.

"Count me in." The both of them would end up getting an earful from his dear little brother come the following morning, no doubt- but he would accept it; he simply needed to get outside.

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"Why not go and sun yourself in the greenhouse? I'm sure Cyvel has shown you where it is by now-?" He chooses to place the tea he'd been drinking down unto the small table in front of them, much preferring not to risk spilling it all over white clothing that his dear younger brother preferred them to now wear. For Guerrique, it was too much a reminder of what he had lost, but he spoke naught of it; he had relinquished control of everything to Cyvel for a reason, after all. It was better he simply go with it, with no complaint.

"Maybe he'll even put you a little tray of water or something in there, too." He kicks up his legs, rests ankles 'pon the table to seek further comfort ere his gaze turns to company, a pale brow quipping upward.

"Keep pullin' my hair and I'm gonna just cut the lot of it off."

"Aye, s'right- maybe take it as a compliment. means your my favorite. t' bother, that is." She snorts, quite pleased with her self- her own smirk wide and playful. There was the smallest bit of truth to the statement in some ways, though- she did prefer to annoy the 'grumpy ghost' over her dearest best friend. Solana tenses slightly at his jab about having to stay indoors- letting herself be slightly jostled away when he rolls the shoulder she'd been peering over. There's a slight pause, the brief silence filled with the sound of her finger tapping thoughtfully against the side of her empty flask. "Hey, S' not that i've never been indoors fer this long before, just-" It had been years now, but for the blink of an eye she could almost see the old wooden walls of the ships hull around her- the waves rocking the boat, changing the way the dim light cast from the grate above her head shone through the darkness. A wave a nausea washes over her, and she takes a breath before she continues.

"...i jus' don't like feeling stuck inside." She huffs, voice losing a bit of its playfulness and bite. As quickly as the shift happens though, she forces herself to try to shake it off- it wasn't like Guerrique was the sort to understand how she felt anyway. hopping over the back of the couch and sliding down to sit next to him- careful enough not to spill his drink, but not careful enough that it doesn't slosh around a little- Solana chuckles, reaching over to lightly tug part of his hair. "buuuut i'll take th' patio idea, tha' sounds fuckin' nice~ you can keep th' dog house for yourself tho, sheepdog, i bet you'll get ore use outta it- i mean hey, it'd be your very own house just for you!"

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@azure-seadragon || LIKED for a Valentines Starter

Valentione's was one of the many holidays in which Guerrique had never taken much interest in; the knight had spent most of his life thus far locked in his knightly duties- until lately. The decoration had, for the first time, caught his eye that year and although he had absolutely no interest in partaking in any way, his dear little brother insisted he at least try and get in the spirit of things.

"Happy whatever-" He utters as he returns home, tossing a box of chocolates towards his apparent Au'Ra lodger of whom was blissfully lounged upon the couch, before the roaring fire of the study.

There. He had parttook.

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@azure-seadragon replied: "Somethin' tells me that ain't gonna work for y', ghost- even if ye do have fancy hair now," Solana has tried this method before, she knows how it goes lmaoo

"Oh~~ ye of little faith-" A pause; "I grew it all out- do you not like it?"

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@feuglace asked: [ PRESS ]:     sender nestles back against the receiver, pressing backwards so that they’re snug against one another. //Silv x Guerrique mayhaps? (: MEME; 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆’ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

Dozing - but not yet asleep, Guerrique finds his thoughts moving from all variety of subjects; his life, his choices, all that had lead him up to that very point; his company, too. Quite at what point that Silv' had weaselled his way past his stoical exterior and into the hidden mush beneath, Guerrique didn't know, but he couldn't deny that he very much cared for the fellow.

Old habits died hard, however, and even now did he find it difficult to trust so openly, so outwardly; and thus became the reason as to why he hadn't fallen asleep, for that night he was not alone.

Eyes pried open upon feeling movement, furrowed brows remaining as he was shuffled against and yet he chose to not speak a single word. No, instead, Guerrique remained entirely quiet, exhaled once through his nose and then simply closed his eyes once more - - letting himself relax as much as he was able to given the circumstances but eventually he relented and rested an arm over Silv's waist and pressed his face into the back of his neck.

Perhaps it wouldn't matter if he closed his eyes for just a moment or so---

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@azure-seadragon ||  LIKED for a STARTER with Guerrique

"What is it you want-?” He’s scowling viciously, his seated position outside of camp Dragonhead allowing for brief shelter from the storm, attempting to decide on whether or not he ought to head back into the city at all or whether he really would be better off remaining away. He’d lost so very much already - his brothers, his position, everything he knew- and remembering the fragmented parts of what he had done during that time was enough to consider himself some variety of monster 

His family didn’t need that - his father, he knew, would be stricken with grief and his brother - - oh, his dear little brother... How terribly he had treated him. Thus, unrecognised without his signature white armour, Guerrique had managed to lay just below the radar for the time being; until she had chanced to recognise him, that was. 

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@feuglace asked: Early in the morning, the sun just barely beginning to crest over the Abalathian Spine, Silvaire awoke and snuck down to the kitchen. Sleep had been hard to find when excitement vibrated through his whole person, a defined plan already set days prior to the event. He knew likely Guerrique would care little for a birthday celebration and, as such, Silv had no desire to make it all that bombastic. Instead, he hummed quietly to himself as he puttered, gathering ingredients and dishes to prepare a meal he knew his dearest would enjoy. As the sun finally rose to peek through curtains, Silvaire set a platter of perfect, fluffy pancakes topped with compote upon a bed tray. He included a small decanter of syrup as well as a fresh, steaming cup of Ishgardian tea - and upon the last open space sat a small box wrapped neatly with a bow. Within would sit a ring, the band thick and made of carved white gold while a single sapphire and two diamonds decorated the top. Silvaire straightened, a bright smile lighting his face as he carefully lifted the tray and took to the stairs, careful to keep his hands steady. He gently pushed the door to Guerrique's room open, tiptoeing across the room and leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the man's forehead. "Good morning, birthday boy," he teased gently with a chuckle, waiting for Guerrique to sit up before placing the tray atop his lap. "I hope you do not mind the gifts, I could not help but do something for you. Happy birthday, Guerrique."

If asked, Guerrique would easily be able to recall the birthday parties and celebrations from his youth - how excited he would get to be pampered and fawned upon simply for living another year. As he had grown older, however, the celebrations had grown more political through his father's guidance and eventually the knight had then entirely lost interest.

When he had been within the Ward, however- he had grown convinced to be a smite more interested once more. His brothers in arms would convince him to celebrate, would accompany him and, akin to family, they had continued that tradition right to the end- and then once more, Guerrique had lost interest. Why celebrate his life when all of theirs had been forfeit?

In truth, the ex-knight had entirely forgotten that it was his birthday upcoming, even more so that it was that very day in which had dawned. Still dozing, Guerrique was rather firmly ignoring the light peeking through the curtains - face squashed into his pillow and person chest-down into comforts.

At the sound of a voice he offers a short grumble, forcing his eyes open 'pon the kiss to his forehead. Ah- he never used to find it so difficult to rise in the mornings but ever since his return it felt as if his very body rebelled against any and all movement. Still-

With some effort, Guerrique rolled himself over and sat himself up - back against the ornately carved headboard of his bed. The sight of the pancakes was rather unexpected but certainly appreciated - he couldn't recall the last time he had tasted any, and their very presence bought a smile to his sleepy face.

"I'd forgotten it was today." And indeed, the survivors guilt in which he held deep within his chest made itself all the more known but he did his utmost to ignore its presence for the time being. There would be time to quietly mourn later when all fell quiet- but for now, there was perhaps little harm in allowing a small amount of enjoyment.

A hand, still trembling from agitating tremors, reached for the small box in which he had been gifted, trying his utmost to open the ribbon as quickly as he was able but such dainty things were rather difficult for him. Once he had managed to open the box, he found himself gently smiling towards the ring; he'd never been one for jewellery, had never even had his ears pierced unlike his brother, and that had only been because of combat. But now- he needn't worry of such things. Not for some time, anyway-

And thus Guerrique slips the ring unto a finger and returns his gaze to his company, leaning himself forward just enough to press a kiss unto his cheek;

"...thank you."

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@azure-seadragon asked; Leans in reaaaal close to G, bats her lashes at him-Then saying nothing, flicks him in the nose and quickly exists stage left- giggling to herself. Tipsy lizard is loose I’m the house causing trouble again

He's not going to kill her - yet. But his patience grows t h i n.

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"Hm- 't is a trait that I've always had." To run warm, naturally, was useful in a rather chilling climate - something in which he had never paid much attention to. Now, however, his mind lurked upon it for but only a moment ere it returned to the sights before him and the horrible sensation of exhaustion that was always pitted deep in his bones.

"It makes a change---" Not often did he gaze up towards the heavens but when he did, he oft found himself wondering if there was anything up there having influence on what happened upon their star. Such thoughts easily moved to Halone, what she may now think of him after the disaster behind him... and whether or not he had somehow cursed himself.

"--but we ought not linger out here too long, unless you'd like to catch a chill, that is."

Things had been much different since Guerrique's return, something initially found concerning and while now he was far from recovered, it seemed... less heavy. Far from perfect, but Silvaire could see something returning given enough time. He did not fault the other for the change, he only wished for his dearest friend to feel better. While silence was now common, Silvaire still felt comfort even just sitting near and hoped that mayhap Guerrique could feel similarly - even if just a little.

The difference in Guerrique that he had grown accustomed to did not change the flicker of surprise across Silv's face however. He quirked a brow, his smile still lingering as Guerrique lifted an arm and rested it behind him. His eyes squeezed, a bemused hum drifting from lips as he took the motion as that obvious, yet unspoken, permission.

"Well not all of us are a blazing furnace," he added with a chuckle, shifting to lean against Guerrique with his head resting upon his chest. "At least we are not due snow 'til the morrow, hmm? 'Tis been some days since I last saw the stars so clearly."

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@azure-seadragon asked: Sneaks up behind G by hiding on a rafter, the drops down over the edge enough to ruffle the fuck out of his hair- giggling the entire time

He pauses, for the long length of a moment as his hair is ruffled from above. Once fingers pause, he silently puts his drink down and then jumps, catching his hands upon the rafter itself with every intent to pull himself up and catch himself a dragon.

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@kolak-magiya​ || LIKED the STARTER CALL

Formal events were seldom attended by those of the Heavens’ Ward unless  it was ordered of them or a family affair - and quite which it was that evening when the Knight, dressed in his finery, walked in and enjoyed a glass of champagne among familiar company, was unknown. 

Some grew wary, their eyes frequently flicking towards he of whom was known well for his strength and viciousness upon the battlefield, wondering why he was in attendance - was he watching for someone? Was he there to listen? Was he there to research and discover? Or was he simply there to enjoy himself at the behest of a family member? Nobody knew- and mayhap that was why there was an undertone of nervousness. 

"Out of everyone here, you appear to have the sourest of all expressions. Not enjoying the champagne?” His eyes turn with his person, regarding another while a small group of folks hushed their conversation to listen; “- - or is your surroundings simply not to your taste-?”

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ANONYMOUS asked: not implying that you are already, but if you began showing interest in cyvels friend do you think he'd be upset with you G? or would he be glad?

"Interest?!" He scowls, tossing a length of pale hair behind a shoulder; "Why would you suggest such a wretched thing?"

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None of his business; the tone in which he is met with accompanied by the outright denial has Guerrique immediately interested and rather agitated. It was clear that his companion was not of the city, and the more he opened his mouth and filled the air between them with uninteresting waffle the more Guerrique felt the need to grab him by the scruff of his scaly neck and toss him outside.

But he'd be polite enough - he wasn't Grinnaux, after all.

"Of course it is my business." He utters, showing idle disinterest in the glass he was holding and thus passed it off to one of the staff lingering nearby. "My name is Ser Guerrique, and I am of the Heavens' Ward - any interest of mine ought be catered to, lest it become the interest of the Inquisition."

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“That makes the both of us.” His statement regarded both of his companions; Guerrique, despite his apparently lively nature when it came to drinking, was not one for extravagant parties and the need to keep ones presence stoical. But- as many within the room may have already presumed, he was not there because he wanted to be, oh no - he was there because it was requested of him by his peers. Someone needed to be either watched or found, or perhaps something listened to- folk could only speculate why the Ward Knight lingered. 

Even with his orders fresh within his mind and the need to adhere to them entirely present, Guerrique couldn’t help but get distracted when there was an Au’Ra standing within the room. Curiosity had got the better of him, entirely- for there was very few within the realms of Ishgard that had ever lay eyes upon one such fellow and he was certainly not going to pass up the unusual opportunity. 

As for the circulating concerns of their kind being related to Dragons? Guerrique cared little; he could and had slain dragons before, he could do so again if need be.

“I’m curious as to your reason of being here–”

“-It’s none of your business, quite frankly.”

His answer comes quickly, his tone flat and uninterested, almost automated. His arms fold, crossing over his chest as he leaned up against the wall. His eyes didn’t even meet the Knight as he scanned the area around his charge.

Only after a few moments did his gaze finally land on Guerrique.

“Someone’s paying me to be here and keep an eye on things. And no, I’m not related to dragons in any aspect. I won’t turn into one and bring the whole building down on your heads - as tempting as the idea sounds.”

Another automated response. Seems he’d been getting questioned as such for most of the night, and he was obviously getting annoyed with it, even more so than actually being at the party itself. But, he had work to do, and so he was forced to stay.

His eyes turned away again, watching his charge as she talked with a man. Her smile was fake, but she put on a good show as she bid him a goodbye with a kiss to the cheek, leaving a smear of red lipstick.

The kiss of death, it would seem. He knew his mark.

“…If you want to know why I’m really here, speak with Lady Goutanieu. I’m busy.”