#rothalion

[tenebriism]

Rothalion places a tiny feathered hat upon Zenos' head and giggles. :)

" . . . . . "

He stands there and STARES until the hat slowly, surely, starts to slip from his head, thus fluttering to the ground unceremoniously.

[teneboobism]

He doesn't speak a word as he takes Zenos' hand delicately, tugging him away with destination in mind but naught for explanation. His heart races, a smile curling his lips.

The room he leads him into isn't anything extravagant rather it was the opposite; plain with the only thing out of the ordinary being a pole placed where support was unnecessary. Rothalion released his hand, motioning for him to sit down as he brushed hands over the black coat he had chosen to wear that eve.

"Sit, dear. I wish to show you something," he finally said, a mischievous glint in bright green eyes. Ro disappeared through another door briefly, adjusting his coat and kicking off his usual boots to switch for something more suited for the occasion. When he returned it was alongside soft music, tall stilettos tapping with each step he took towards the pole. He closed his eyes, exhaling a long breath as he slowly unbuttoned the coat that hid much of his form behind it bulk. Eyes flick open and over, the coat sliding down his shoulders slowly to expose bare skin. He slid arms smoothly from the sleeves, coat pooling around his feet exposing a toned, scarred body beneath. All the adorned his body were garter belts, black panties that left little to the imagination and tall black stiletto boots reaching mid thigh.

He smirked, head tilting as he delicately stepped to the pole in the center of the room. A hand reached out to grasp it, his head turning to press his forehead to it ere he began to follow the rhythm of the music. He reached upward, pulling his body up once, twice. His body lifted, solely the strength in his arms holding him aloft as he stretched his legs out and spun. A leg hooked the pole, his body twirling gracefully downward. He cast his gaze over his shoulder at his 'audience', winking as he once more gripped the bar with his hands and flipped himself, catching the bar with a leg and flipping himself.

Again his slid himself down in a graceful twirl, landing upon the floor and leaning his head back. Ro closed his eyes, arching his back and spinning himself once. He glanced over to meet Zen's gaze as he rolled his hips slowly close to the bar. He licked his lips, strutting around the pole at an arm's length. He dropped down into a crouch, using his core to body roll back to standing. He hooked the pole with an ankle, spinning himself quickly until he was lowered to the floor. He rolled onto his back, arching his back ere turning onto his side with his cheek pressed to the floor. A hand raises, index finger curling in a come hither motion, dangerous glint within pointed gaze.

He thinks it some lesson in flora again. Assumes it to be an innocent means of both bonding and showing him that a life of normalcy IS in the realm of possibility, right outside his grasp if he is willing to stretch an arm far enough and seize it.

Oh, how WRONG he is, and whilst NORMALLY, he takes unkindly to being caught in error, this is an occasion where being wrong favors him entirely. It adds to the suspense as he watches Rothalion disappear, however briefly, through the door, only to emerge clad in something far more UNSUITED for most tasks. Nay, one would not garb themselves in that to plant flowers, or to scrub the floors clean of bootprints. Zenos may not be experienced in the ways of intimacy ( and the various ways one may appeal to the imagination amidst so ), but he knows THAT much.

" Mmm...? "

Needless to say, his interest is piqued, made evident only in the way he gets COMFORTABLE in the seat Rothalion had guided him to. He slips downwards within it, propping his elbow against the arm of it so he may lean his cheek 'gainst his palm, and legs ever so slowly SPREAD. He intends to watch, and watch intensely. Every graceful move, every arch of his backside, every sway of those hips... Zenos' eyes are locked in, daring not shift elsewhere for even a second lest he MISS part of the show.

Rothalion is a BEAUTIFUL man, which one needn't see him scantily clad to deduce. Sharp features, skin of dusk lavender marred by trauma and war, but still pleasing to the touch by worthy fingertips. Lithe, but fit form, and PIERCING gaze that Zenos has been lucky enough to be cut down by more than once, yet stared upon so gently as if naught else exists in the world but him. What, then, has he done to deserve to bask in the other's beauty to THIS extent, as well? To not merely lock eyes and stoke an explosive rivalry between them on the battlefield, but to see the Warrior of Light disrobed and vulnerable, shed of armor and weaponry, in nearly all his glory?

What an honor. A delicious, enticing, hunger-inducing honor.

Still, what does Rothalion hope to accomplish with this performance? Does he seek to leave Zenos so feverish with lust and arousal that the scars littering both their bodies double in number? To halt all manner of thought save for that of Rothalion's body... what Zenos could do to it? How Zenos could make him feel? What PLACES, more notably, he could touch that would leave the Warrior of Light submitting to him in, likely, the only way Zenos can accomplish? The smirk now tugging at the edges of his lips hardly tells of what outcome Rothalion HAS lead this pretty little dance towards, but his efforts won't be in vain.

" You should know I do not take orders, " Zenos huskily responds, eyeing that tantalizing curl of a finger almost as if he DOES want to approach, as beckoned. Nay, he stays right there, defiant and unmoving. " 'Tis you who will come hither and warm my lap. If you know what is good for you -- and I suspect you do -- you shan't deny me and make me wait any longer than I already have. " Two can play at this game. He may not be showing an easel of skin, waiting to be passionately painted and RUINED, or spinning and dancing in an admirable display of upper and lower body strength like Rothalion is, but he can taunt and tease just as much with a wider spread of his legs, and a palm ran down the length of one of his supple thighs, like an invitation.

" Come here and s i t. "

@draikoeques ;;

[song-of-flame-xiv]

@draikoeques asked:

' just slow down for a minute, what's going on? ' //For Xadai uwu

It wasn't a new thing for Xadai to receive secret letters. Oftenmost they were his next assignment. Go to this place. Your target is such-and-such. Kill them, don't get caught. It was easy for him now, just another day's work.

But this one... This one he couldn't do. Gods it had to have been some sort of sick joke right? He couldn't even begin to fathom the sheer sadistic joy that Silence felt when this assignment was sent. For a long time, he thought maybe he was just in a nightmare. Maybe he was praying it was that. Just a nightmare.

But no. The name was written plain as day on the parchment that was held in trembling hands: Rothalion. The Warrior of Light.

Xadai found himself caught between a rock and a hard place. He'd never forgive himself nor likely survive if he tried to carry the job through. On the other hand, if Silence were to learn that he was refusing a job - something that was not tolerated - he would surely be hunted by the leader of his order and be punished. And that was if Silence was in a good fucking mood (rare).

His heart pounded so hard that he was deaf to the sound of his apartment door opening and a certain elezen calling his name. After all they'd been through together, the Dragonsong War, and everything that came after, Xadai felt extreme comfort in allowing Ro a copy of the key. Normally, he was welcome here. But.. not today. Not this time.

He knew Ro would pick up quickly on Xadai's foul mood, and so before he could say anything, Xadai stood from his chair and pointed at the door.

"Ro. You need to leave. We can't see each other anymore."

Even as the demand left him sharply, the cracking of his voice betrayed him and his despair. Fear iced his veins and he couldn't bear to see him knowing what was on that contract. But still, Ro persisted, the demand making frustration wash over the Au'ra.

"I said what I said, Rothalion!" Xadai barks, his hand gripping the parchment until his claws began to rip through it. "You can't be around me anymore. You have to leave and forget about me."

[thesilverfullcr]

3 WOL Fanarts <3

Eliane for @lights-flickering-flame

Rothalion for @draikoeques

Ambrose for @eorzeasaved

Thanks for helping me stay sane this evening!

[echoes-reaper-xiv]

Rothalion pounces on him and steals a kiss. UwU

"Ahh oh no, I've been had." Said with all the flat sarcasm, not unlike a lion pretending to be surprised by its pouncing cubs. Not a moment after his words, though, Xadai twists, scooping Ro up into his arms and throwing the elezen up and over his shoulder with ease.

Then, without a word, he turns and strides off, one hand on Ro's ass, and the other in the pocket of his coat, pleased with his prize.

[congregenturanimarum]

@draikoeques asked:

Wind bursts in as the doors open, a short elezen stepping in and forcing them shut behind him. A soft huff brushes passed his lips, hands lifting to fix tousled hair and brush away sparkling snowflakes before they can fully melt. Perhaps the tone of his skin gives away that he is one of three strangers who had arrived within the city of late but his face was unfamiliar, oft covered majority by the helmet of traditional drachen mail. This time, though, he had chosen to dress more like a person - although the coat he was gifted didn't seem to save him much from the cold as he shivered even in the warmth of the building he walked further into. Bright verdant eyes shift, examining the room with a slow sweeping glance before landing upon a stranger - someone he doesn't recognize and who therefore must know far more about what he's looking for than himself. "Greetings," he begins, a pleasant smile lighting his face; he was well practiced in playing his role, acting as though he knew any of what he was doing. He stops a polite distance away, a hand lifting to rest over his heart as he bowed his head. "I am Rothalion. I was wondering if you knew of anywhere I could find books on the history of Ishgard? As a newcomer I have grown curious of its history and how such shaped the culture here."

Whether enjoyed or otherwise, some days were simply slower than others. Deployment at various guard points around the city oft came as part of a rota, and at the end of one cycle around the city proper did one find themselves simply on standby for a week or two - - poised and prepared within the Congregation hall, waiting out the weather ere offering aid where it was needed. 'T is where Evraux rests for the time being, warming his fingers from the biting cold, talking to recognised comrades that, too, linger.

When the door opens and robs them of some of the built warmth, Evraux glances over a shoulder, dark hair falling aside; a face he'd not seen before of that he could tell before the person grew close enough to see detailed facial features. He could count the duskwight he knew on one hand, unfortunately, and though he housed no ill intent towards them just for their sub-category of race, he couldn't help but quip a sharp brow upward in idle surprise.

"Well, good morning little lavender." Evraux quips, briefly ignoring Handeloup's idle chuckle; his smile intended to be kittenish. "Your best bet would be the library, I believe, not a gaggle of exhausted knights."

He takes pause to eye his newfound company more closely, able to identify them as one of three that had been taken beneath the wing of house Fortemps but only days prior - - and such information had only reached him while running missives for house Haillenarte. One overheard much and he did like to keep well informed.

"Though, house blessings or otherwise, they may be reluctant to lend you aught, I'm afraid. The wards there can be awfully protective of their history books. You may need to commission aid from a resident of the city to vouch for you in person ere they let you look."

[hautevaux]

@draikoeques ASKED: "You need to lie down." (Hope I'm not too late oop-)

Vaux says barely anything at all as he takes the advice offered. How fortuitous it is that Rothalion had thought to swing by the boutique that evening to find dear Vaux sat with his head dropped and his person trembling. Suffering seizures alone was normal for the tailor, and the days particularly stressful events had unfortunately lead to him suffering one - - and though he often forced himself to get up and carry on as normal as quickly as possible, that day he felt as if he couldn't. At least it seemed that Ro had noted it, and Vaux wasn't one to not do as he was told if discovered.

Thus he sits back on the couch, puts down whatever he had picked up and heaved a gentle sigh. He waited just long enough for the other to join him and then did Vaux lay himself down with his head upon the others lap. Eyes closed, person shifting to his side so he could curl up, hide his face against Ro's stomach and allowed his body to relax. Everything hurt, as it often did after a seizure, and he simply had to wait out the discomfort.

"Perhaps, darling... If we head home... You would wash my hair in the shower for me? It always helps me to feel better."

[iinsomnium]

Rothalion kisses his lil triangle forehead~

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐄    ㅤㅤㅤ  it's single eye blinking rapidly in exaggerated melodramatic confusion . . . Then he laughed  —  a sound that started high - pitched and manic but descended into something guttural, echoing with an otherworldly resonance. His golden form began to shimmer unnaturally, his edges flickering like a failing hologram.

 ╰ ┈.   ㅤㅤㅤ❝ .  .  .  . oh , rorie You have no idea who you’re playing with. my favorite little meat puppet    ❞     ㅤ Bill purred, his voice stretching out the name like it was a delicacy.  The black pupil of his singular eye dilated before warping, the pristine white sclera darkening into a sickly void. Without warning, the eye splintered into something monstrous: sharp, jagged rows of teeth. A long, thick tongue, impossibly long and slick with iridescent ichor, unfurled and lashed through the air, inches from Rothalion's face. Bill's form stretched and twisted, jagged edges breaking the symmetry of his triangle as he grew larger, darker, more grotesque.

   ㅤㅤㅤ   ㅤ—ㅤHOPE YOU HAVE THE LUNGS TO GO WITHOUT AIR.

[sanctummiles]

@draikoeques asked: Rothalion hopped excitedly to Janlenoux, standing up on his tiptoes and reaching out with one hand to tug him gently down for a quick kiss. Then, between them, he lifted up a box. The box was long and somewhat flat, wrapped tight in a translucent blue ribbon that paired well with the bright red paper. "Happy Starlight, dearest!" he purrs, his smile bright. Within the box was a scabbard, one made to fit Janlenoux's blade. It was entirely silver and adorned with golden embellishment, bright blue sapphires embedded at the top and near the bottom of the scabbard on both sides. "Lucky for me I knew exactly where to go to have it crafted to the perfect dimensions without sneaking away your blade," he comments with a laugh, "They already had the blueprint on store. I... noticed your blade lacking anything to protect it, I know not if it had a scabbard proper to begin with but this will keep it sharp and in good shape even longer. Thought you might like something a little... extra, something pretty."

Some days were certainly better than others. Some days, it was as if Janlenoux was his normal self, other days he was convinced he could see the ghosts of his fallen brothers, suffered with terrible pain behind his eyes and an exhaustion he couldn't shift. He saw it as his punishment, from the Fury, for stepping wrong in his direction... for falling victim when he ought have seen that he was being misled. Alas... regret gets one nowhere.

Rothalion's joy never ceases to aid Janlenoux in perking up his mood, and though the smile he gave was ultimately small, he meant it. Talks of Starlight, however, was largely unexpected - - he'd not remembered the date, hadn't recalled the time of year... and now, he stood surprised with a gift betwixt his fingers.

His smile grew a smite wider, the reveal of the gift to be perfectly useful and greatly appreciated.

"...I used to have one, yes- - I actually lost it in the Weestern Highlands not long after I got it ... Adelphel and I had gotten into a spot of trouble, ended up stuck down a crevasse after falling in..." It was a bittersweet memory, knowing his dearest friend was no longer walking the earth like he did. "Thank you, Ro... this means much."

[speciosuspoematis]

@draikoeques asked:

Rothalion closes the door quietly behind him, a tray held betwixt hands as he tiptoed to the bed. He sat down upon the edge, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to his beloved's forehead. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty," he teases softly, smiling, "Happy Starlight, Snowdrop." When Cyvel eventually sits up, Ro places the little breakfast tray over his lap. Already Rothalion had brewed him his favourite tea, a few little desserts set upon a plate next to it. In the corner sat a brand new vase brimming with flowers of all shapes and sizes, a bouquet of those same flowers they had seen in Gridania when they had taken their last trip. Rothalion reached out to gently take Cyvel's hand, squeezing tenderly as he admired his husband. "I also made reservations for dinner later at that restaurant you like so much. Its expensive, but we can afford it - I can afford it. A treat for the holidays, yes?" He kisses the top of Cy's head.

Starlight?

How busy had Cyvel been of late, working his fingers to the bone to help the remaining set-up of the clinic he had funded within the Brume? Long nights of paperwork had lead the way to long days of adjusting his small fleet of workers and their apprentices - hard work, he couldn't deny, but being able to subtly open such a place the night before Starlight bought the poet a great sense of belonging and worth. At least folk could get their ailments tended from now on, festivities surrounding or otherwise.

When he is woken, Cyvel briefly wonders what day it is, the time also - and groans as he lifts his head from the pillow. It felt as if one night was simply not enough sleep to rid him of the aches, pains and fatigue he had accumulated over the past few weeks. And yet the blurred sight of his love bought a smile unto his face, as always.

"Desserts for breakfast - It must be a special day, indeed-" Starlight-? He'd almost forgotten in his gaze of business, but he pats the bed aside him for his love to join, to share in the treats he had been gifted that morning, all while eyes surveyed the beauty of the flowers before him.

"You spoil me--" He whispers, smiling brightly.

[tenebriism]

// Not even an hour before they were playfully going at each other in PVP, probably laughing the entire time. <3

@draikoeques ;;

[phantasiiae]

"Where I come from..." he began, a gentle smile curving his lips as he reached into his satchel, "today is a very important day. Its one of my favourite holidays, although I know not if you celebrate a tradition similar here I would still celebrate with a dear friend. In my world we call it Starlight and its a season of giving... so..."

Rothalion pulls out a ring of flowers. There are a range of shapes and sizes, pink lilies and red roses and sprigs of baby's breath. Every stem is neatly knotted together, leaves and petals situated as to truly fill out the small wreath. He stepped forward, standing up on his tiptoes and reaching up to rest the flower crown upon Aerith's head. He smiles brighter.

"So long as I draw breath, these flowers will live. I've locked them in stasis, see? A bit of magic to retain their life and beauty. I know you like flowers and nature... and thought this would be a lovely way to take it with you wherever you may go."

Aerith blinks and giggles when Rothalion places the crown on her head, a wide grin appearing on her face. Little does he know that she makes flower crowns all the time, but for other people, not really for herself. It really is touching that he would think to do something like this for her...so she pulls him into a hug and presses a kiss to his cheek, smiling all the while.

"I love it! Thank you so much, Rothalion!" she chirps, rocking back on her heels. "It's almost Christmas here in our world, and it's pretty similar. We give gifts to friends and our loved ones. Though it's not until the end of the month, people spend the whole month spreading kindness and joy wherever they go. I don't have anything for you yet...but I'll definitely think of something! Just you wait!"

[song-of-flame-xiv]

@draikoeques asked:

Rothalion reaches up, standing on his tiptoes to wipe away a spot of soot on Ciel's cheek with his thumb. He then huffs, the tips of his ears tinted pink as he looked away. "You missed a spot," he mumbled quietly, perhaps a little shy. //Have a cute gesture for the idiot uwu

The rag he was using was already stained a deep ash color after wiping off his face and hands. Of course, he'd seemed to have missed a smudge on his cheek, or maybe the dirty rag was the cause of it? Hard to tell. Honestly he probably wouldn't have noticed until he got home and saw himself in the mirror, tired as he was from a long day's work.

"Ah..? Oh, thank you." He mumbles, his own cheeks tinting a slight shade of red, before he covers it by yawning and stretching his arms up over his head. "I was just finishing up for the evening. What brings you here?"

[of-ancunin]

@draikoeques continued from X

Would it have been pathetic to call it nice to have company once more? Weak? Admitting loneliness? Any of the many negative things running through his mind at the fact that he was, for once, enjoying someone being around him?

Truth be told that whole ordeal with the Netherbrain had made Astarion realize just how very alone he had been for so long. He'd somehow managed to compartmentalize that part of him, lock it away deep deep down so that Cazador couldn't further destroy what little had been left of him. He had a hard time remembering his life before being enslaved but bits and pieces came every now and then.

He felt deep down that he'd must have been social, must have enjoyed company of others. Hells below he'd obviously must have if he'd enjoyed his previous companions during their quest. Now though, after these few years of being on his own again he could admit that he did miss this.

He turned his head from where he'd sat beside his companion. The Drow was odd he'd give him that but in an amusing almost childlike way. While Astarion inhabited the Underdark out of necessity, Rothalion seemed to voluntarily refuse to leave it. It was fine with Astarion though, there was an odd beauty to the bio-luminescent world of the Underdark though that did not mean he didn't miss the fresh cool air of the night above ground away from the burden of the remaining spawn.

"Oh? You didn't know? The sky is falling upon us. Should any of those parts fall upon us I'm sure we'll burn up to ash. I thought you'd might enjoy our last moments upon this plain ", he said a slight quirk of his lips. There was perhaps some truth upon his words, he'd have to begrudgingly thank Gale for the information.

The next few words though had him looking at the Drow quizzically. A slight furrow of his brows as he processed the words. Liked, not many had truthfully admitted to liking his company at least his company if it was not including intimacy. He digested the words as his scarlet gaze returned to the skies above, his eyes tracking the streaks of light.

"I don't see why not. You are free to do as you wish. Though I suppose I shall allow myself to be selfish and admit that... I too seem to enjoy your presence. But don't think this is any sort of declaration of love or something mad like that", he replied the latter comment holding hint of jest in his tone.

[echoes-reaper-xiv]

XADAI DOSSIER

BASICS:

Name: Xadai Kazarishi (Malaguld) Birthday: 5th Sun of the 11th Astral Moon (Nov. 5th) Star Sign: Scorpio Voice Claim: Christ Parson (as Gladio) Theme: "Devil Trigger" Devil May Cry 5 (Metal Cover by Little V Mills) Sexuality: Demiromantic, Pansexual. Preference for feminine qualities.

BACKGROUND:

Job: Gunbreaker, Reaper Hobbies: Woodworking, long walks Reputation: High rank assassin in the Order of Echoes. Not well known overall. Family: Kura Ittetsuai (fiance, deceased) , Parents assumed alive. Birthplace: Sui-no-Sato, Othard Relationship Status: Single (verse dependent) Current Residence: Small apartment in Ishgard

PHYSICAL:

Race: Au Ra (Raen) Age: 28 (ARR) - 33 (DT) Height: 7'7" Weight: ~290lbs Hair: Blonde, usually tied into a thin braid Details: Right arm will occasionally transform with voidsent qualities, turning skin black with bright red veins showing through. This is a side effect of the void pact he made as a reaper.

PSYCHOLOGICAL:

Positive Traits: Honest, Protective, Strong Neutral Traits: Good cook, Curious Negative Traits: Pessimistic, Secretive, Hot-headed Moral Alignment: True Neutral Likes: Quiet evenings, his apartment fireplace, whittling Dislikes: Nosey people, cold weather Fears / Phobias: "Silence", small spaces, loss of loved ones Mental Status: PTSD, Depression Habits: Smoking, Drinking

PLOT HOOKS:

(plot hooks tba)

LORE: (Character spoilers ahead!)

Born underneath the ocean in Sui-no-Sato, Xadai led a secluded life. He harbored a curious nature as a child, and longed to explore beyond the safe little bubble that his parents insisted he stay in. If anything, his curiosity only increased the more they ordered him to stay. Despite this, he stayed in his home until he was sixteen years old.

Another teenager around his age dared him to go further than he had ever explored before, and being as stubborn as he is, Xadai didn't hesitate to prove his bravery. However, on his excursion, Xadai was swept away by a powerful underwater current, and was taken to the shores of the Azim Steppe. There, he was found and taken in by the Malaguld tribe, who accepted Raen into their fold.

He stayed only for a few years, leaving shortly before his 20th birthday to continue to sate his curious nature and travel the lands on his own accord. However, it wasn't long before he stumbled into the Doman regions, where he would stay for a good several years. Here, he met a Raen woman named Kura, after saving her life as their paths met. It was practically love at first sight for them, and even though her rich merchant father disapproved, Kura and Xadai were quick to become close and then romantically involved.

They dated in secret for three years, before Xadai finally gathered the courage to propose to her. At first there was some resistance from her parents, but they eventually caved, knowing that it was Xadai who made her truly happy.

Their happiness, however, was not long for the world. Hardly a season after their engagement was announced, Xadai returned home one evening to find Kura brutally murdered. Xadai was framed for the murder, and just barely managed to escape with his life.

He spent the following several months in hiding, and learning of who was truly responsible for her death. He traced it down to a small group of wannabe assassins, and Xadai hunted them down to the last, killing each of them in just a brutal fashion as they had done to Kura. This act earned the attention of a Miqo'te man by the name of Silence, who ran a rival assassins guild. Contacting Xadai, he convinced the Raen to join the Echoes, seeking to put the broken man to work with a purpose...

SHIPS:

;Show me how to be Whole again. (Xadai x Julian) @ethereal-jule ;Does it make you wanna pick up all your things And drive away like it's stolen? (Xadai x Kehda) @idealhost ;'Cause I can feel how your flesh now is crying out for more. (Xadai x Rothalion) @draikoeques

[nobilismiles]

@draikoeques asked: Rothalion has become a familiar sight in Limsa for some time now, often arriving in his offtime to seek out Carvallain in case he has a chance to catch him before he sets sail once more. There are times even that Ro has managed to hurry aboard just before they leave and, admittedly, he had come to love the sea that much more with every trip he took alongside Carv and his crew. This was another such time, Rothalion sprinting up the boarding plank just in time with a grin upon his face and a lightness to bright eyes. Carvallain is easy to locate once on board, sometimes more so than when trapped within the city. He strides happily towards the captain, a hand lifted in greeting ere reaching out to catch the collar of his shirt when close enough. He tugs Carvallain down, abruptly pulling him into a passionate, albeit brief, kiss. When he pulls back, he cannot hide the bright pink dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears even as he smiles just as bright as moments prior. "That's for the earrings," he purred, his free hand lifting almost instinctually to brush fingertips over a pearl. He chuckles, scoffing lightly. "Or it could mean even more, should you be open to such. Regardless, I would also like to thank you for the addition gift. If I were not so worried I would think mayhap you were courting me." A tease, amusement twinkling within eyes.

With another voyage planned for that morning, Carvallain had been getting ready at his apartment quietly, enjoying the last moments of peace ere the seas took them once more. How exciting it was, to be setting sail first for Sharlayan (and the import of some goods from the Far East-) and then onto shores anew in the form of Thavnair. An exciting prospect, and sealing such an invitation was difficult at best - - but ever was Carvallain the business man and if someone could expand their network, it was him.

Once at the Misery, he'd made certain his quarters were tidied and comfortable, stocked with snacks for the nights where he couldn't get to sleep, made certain he had plenty of paper and extra maps should he get carried away with drawing his lines and routes and only then did he head up to deck.

Setting sail was easy enough and, to cut the time between Limsa Lominsa and Sharlayan, Carvallain had intended to use the well hidden ceruleum engines within the depths of the ship - - but had paused in initiating them ere they had left Lominsan waters. 'T was good, then, that their departure was slowed for the sights of an elezen leaping aboard crossed his vision and an idle smile encompassed features swiftly. It seemed they would have extra company for their voyage.

Being tugged into a kiss was just as unexpected, and his dear second in command had to rather briefly grab the wheel of the ship so that Carv didn't accidentally clip the dock on the way out, given that he couldn't see for but a moment.

"Oh you did find them then? I was rather worried they wouldn't be discovered. I was always told that one never gifted anything such as that without something inside, it was bad luck." An old Ishgargian tradition, in truth, but he didn't expand on that, of course.

"Ah--- thinking of getting your hands on the captain, eh?" A tease in turn; "Not many have succeeded in those kinds of intentions~"