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i did it again

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Yeah. Yeah he's found his courage. Ambrose is walking up to Haurchefant, grabbing the knight's face and dragging him down for a kiss.

//listen what if he kissed haurche before the vault-

Haurchefant did not expect it when it came, him having just sheathed his newly polished sword as they made ready to head to the Vault to rescue Lord Aymeric. Ambrose stood up on his tiptoes, grabbed onto his collar, and pulled him down for –

Well.

Haurchefant had felt their relationship was headed this way for quite some time now, although he had made no move to make any real advances. There had been subtle flirting here and there between them, and occasionally some touches that lingered longer than absolutely necessary, but never had there been anything concrete. Haurchefant had not dared to imagine…

But now he did not need to imagine. He was surprised by the kiss, but not unhappily so. A moment’s time to realize what was happening was all he needed before he was kissing Ambrose in return, just something short and sweet and a promise of more.

“Mmh. A kiss for luck?” he asked, smiling down at Ambrose with a small blush forming on his cheeks.

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"Come with me! You deserve a break!" She and her carbuncle sit on his desk for a moment. She had the best location in mind. Not something too terribly far away. But something nice indeed. Her lips curved into a grin. "How do you feel about a small trip to a beach? Costa Del Sol perhaps?"

“A trip?” Haurchefant asked, raising his eyebrows. “I cannot say I’ve done anything worthy of taking a vacation as of late...though Costa Del Sol does sound nice.”

It had, as of now, been years since any of Coerthas had seen anything but the white of snow. He did miss things like grass and trees with full leaves. The Black Shroud lay mere malms away and was unaffected by the eternal snows that only got deeper each storm season.

Still, he could not just get up and leave. He would have to get permission from his father and Lord Aymeric, and Ishgard was yet embroiled in war. Haurchefant had vacationed in La Noscea as a child, but he had not seen the Vylbrand in person since then. He would actually love to go back, all things said and done, and going with Eliane was special in and of itself, but it would take some doing, for certain.

“I must admit, I would very much like to travel the world with you, my friend,” Haurchefant said with a smile. “However, I’m afraid I cannot just abandon my duties here on such short notice. Perhaps with time, but...”

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Haurchefant was still busy pretending he didn’t know that Eliane was the one pilfering food from the camp, but the time for pretending was over, clearly. Eliane had just straight up admitted her involvement in the matter.

No problem. Even when he didn’t know who the culprit was, Haurchefant was not one to get too caught up in trying to catch them. If someone was stuck out here and stealing food, it was because they needed it. As did his knights, it was true, but he could also hire adventurers to hunt for him or petition the city for more supplies – things an individual could not do.

He was happy to see Eliane eating her fill, and he had to admit the cook’s lamb stew was one of his favorite meals out here in the snow. It was warm and filling, and meat was something of a luxury as it was. The cook always gave him the lion’s share, even though he insisted he did not need such considerations.

“I am full glad to hear it,” Haurchefant said affectionately, smiling in her direction. “After this, we will find you a room to stay in, and you will have the rest of the evening to get acquainted with the rest of the staff.”

This familiar of herself always seemed to demand some sort of attention. That much is certain. Especially now as he hopped onto the table. Directly after taking their seats. Any attempt to remove him from his spot resulted in him either wiggling out or simply leaping back up.

It's true it'd been a few days since she last had a bite to eat. She'd mostly focused on staying warmer with the temperatures dropping a little lower lately. Having had to send Ruby out do fetch things for her.

"I figured as much. The past couple of days had been... Rough." Admitting as she finally got the carbuncle to compromise and at least sit on her lap while they ate. Now that she thinks of it, each time she's sent her little companion off... She didn't fully know what it was up to. He could've been searching for help this whole time without her fully realizing it.

"I'm not picky at all. Out there and taking food, I didn't have the luxury to be a picky eater. Then again, I never really was." She smiles, staring down at the steaming stew. How the steam brushed against her face. It was so nice. Nothing that she deserved, but damn... It feels good. Pausing for a moment longer to indulge in the fresh scent that filled her nose. Then taking her first spoonful. The warmth of the dish practically sparked inside of her. Her smile remained as she enjoyed having this one meal. Daresay it gave her some hope of being able to regain her life. "It's... Exactly what I needed."

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twin avatars for me and @ficklepenguin

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replaying heavensward for Reasons and i forgot what a little bitch emmanellain is at the beginning

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He's giving out Heavensturn hot chocolate to all of his friends. <3

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Emmanellain stammered in humiliation and embarrassment as Ro’s attentions were focused on him, with the shorter man completely sitting on his lap, even going so far as to plant a tiny, chaste kiss on the tip of his nose. A few men at the table snorted in amusement, cheering Ro and Emma on, though Artoriel seemed hellbent on ignoring his little brother’s plight.

Haurchefant just grinned, though he did take some pity on poor Emmanellain. He wasn’t sure how exactly to divert attention away from the flustered boy and to himself, but the situation righted itself just fine. It seemed that this Rothalion knew when enough was enough, and he shifted attention himself. Emma breathed a sigh of relief when Ro slid off his lap again, but he couldn’t quite keep his mouth shut.

“He’s bisexual, that’s why he’s the right one,” Emmanellain huffed, pointing at Haurchefant.

It was a little insulting that Emma was ready to throw him under the bus at a moment’s notice, but Haurchefant knew his brother well enough to know he didn’t mean it like that – he was likely just trying to divert Ro’s attention so he would stop getting teased. Emmanellain and Haurchefant got along pretty well, for the most part. Better than Haurchefant got along with Artoriel, anyway.

“Yes, thank you, Emma,” Haurchefant replied, snorting a little bit. “I do, in fact, swing both ways, as it were. However, I am loath to flirt with a man while he’s working.”

It wasn't uncommon for some to touch when they're very much not supposed to, and some get a lot more rough than idle touches. Rothalion, depending on the person, allowed it... but there were regulars he did not like and made a point to lash out at when they overstepped his boundaries. Not always the first time but certainly repeat offenses earned a punch or a vicious bite. It was enough that he had quite literally been given a monthly limit, much to his chagrin... At least this crowd seemed either disinterested or entirely respectful. It put him more at ease than he oft was.

"Hmm..." He shifts his gaze to each introduced man in sequence, his smile softening a moment. "You all have quite lovely names, I see." An ear perks, his smile shifting into an entirely playful smirk as he tilted his head in looking at Emmanellain. He was far more embarrassed than anyone else at that table. Some were certainly taken off guard, a few red in the face likely from their nerves and even the possibility of questioning, but largely nobody was offended nor did they stammer and redirect Rothalion like this one did. Was he all that interested in the stammering one? Not really. He was cute but not quite Rothalion's type anyway... Besides, if he tried anything the poor thing would probably crumble into dust. It was fun to mess with him a bit, though.

Rothalion shot a grin towards Haurchefant with a glint of mischief within bright green eyes. He slipped back and completely into Emmanellain's lap, arms looping around his neck. Hooded eyes peer dreamily up at him, attempting to hold his nervous gaze.

"Oh, come now... there's nothing wrong with it," he purred, a sensual lilt to his tone. He used the strength in his arms to lift himself up, pressing a playful little peck of a kiss to the tip of Emmanellain's nose. He then laughs, his eyes flicking to look at Hau again. It was clear with how much he looked at him that his interest did, in fact, lay with him. He was playing, but in reality he did wish to instead be in Haurchefant's lap.

"I'm not embarrassed, dear. If something so small as giving attention to the wrong man were to cause me embarrassment, then I aught not have this job, yes?" he mused. As he spoke Rothalion removed himself from Emmanellain's lap, instead shifting a little closer to Haurchefant to lean against him. His head cants to the side, smile softening again when he looked up at the other man.

"That said, I am intrigued as to what he means in his implication of you being the right guy." He's prying but not without intention. He had caught the look he received before Haurchefant ducked his head, but he didn't wish to inquire so much if the man were not interested even remotely and was just embarrassed for looking out of curiosity.

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It was fortunate that they had reached Camp Dragonhead when they had, because Rothalion’s grip was becoming tenuous and his words almost went unheard they were so quiet against the storm. The watchman dashed off to alert the chirurgeons of their new patient, and another guard offered to take Rothalion from Haurchefant’s grasp.

“I have him, my friend,” Haurchefant assured the guard. “Tis more important that you stay at your post.”

And with that, Haurchefant hurried to the medical ward of the camp, where the chirurgeons were ready and waiting for him. Rothalion was barely conscious as Haurchefant laid him upon one of the beds. A man was stoking the fire, warming the room, and another moved to Rothalion’s side to begin stripping him of the wet clothing he was in.

There was not much for Haurchefant to do, but he would not have Rothalion amid strangers at a time like this. He needed friends, and he needed them close by. Besides, he was well versed in treating hypothermia – it was an essential part of any knight’s training in this climate, after all – and he knew what to do to help.

Soon enough, they had Rothalion stripped down to his underclothes, and the temperature in the room was almost unbearably warm. Rothalion’s skin was still cool to the touch, but he was clearly warming up. One of the chirurgeons was heating up some water to apply to his extremities so they could find out if frostbite had taken its toll on him, and Haurchefant did what he could to help.

That he would be called away was inevitable, but Rothalion’s eyes were open and he seemed to be comprehending what was being said to him, so when the servant came asking for Haurchefant’s attention, he moved to Ro’s bedside.

“I’m afraid I am temporarily needed elsewhere,” he said, resting a warm hand against Rothalion’s cool forehead. “But rest assured, you are under the protection of House Fortemps now.” A rather bold claim to make, but he meant it, as much as he could. “No one can move against you without moving against one of the High Houses of Ishgard. I shall return as soon as I can.”

Rothalion tucked himself closer, eyes held open against the weight of his eyelids in an effort to stay conscious. Arms around Haurchefant tighten in response to his insistence, a small nod given to acknowledge he had heard him - he had to stay awake. On occasion he inhaled deep frozen air, the stab of its chill enough to keep him awake... until it wasn't. His body temperature was dropping and fast, his hands curled into fists enough to hurt. He blinked a few times, huffing in defiance. Even when he felt so utterly hopeless, there was a part of him that refused to lay down, refused to die.

What if his assumption to losing everything was but temporary? Stranger things have happened... To give up at the first sign of trouble was hardly an option. He almost did once, he wouldn't repeat that again.

You are not alone.

Haurchefant was right. Why else would Rothalion have travelled so far, risking his life in the snow, if not to find the one person that had always proven helpful, reliable and friendly. It wasn't as though any others within Coerthas had sought to aid them in the past, Rothalion knew full well that if anyone else were to find him it was more likely he'd die out there. Haurchefant, though, Rothalion trusted him with his life. Rightfully so, it seemed; his trust was well placed. He wasn't alone. Maybe, if he just held on... things would be okay.

For the first time in a while, Ro smiles. Its small, gentle, but its there.

"Th-thank you, my f-friend..." he whispered, furrowing his brows. "I trust you." Did he need to state it out loud? No, but he did anyway. Part of it was in effort to remain awake, speaking through his exhaustion as he clung to consciousness. Another, well... he wanted Haurchefant to know. He trusted him wholly, it was trust that brought him here at all.

His grip, however, is loosening upon Haurchefant. The edges of his vision darken, even with what effort he puts in to staying away. He doesn't shiver, frankly he almost feels too hot all of a sudden. If he had the energy, he might be trying to tear off his clothes - but armour is too heavy, two complicated to just pull off.

"Hau... I'm... so tired," he warns, shaking his head.

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somebody needs to make a francel blog just for me

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Have you learned any new skills through your rp blog this year?

New skills? I don't think so. I've been RPing for a long time, both on tumblr and other places, and while there are new trends, things are pretty similar.

The only thing I can actually think of is how to trim threads with the new x-kit! So that's something, I guess?

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End of year asks: RPC Edition!

Have you made any new friends this year in fandoms your muse isn't from? Who?

Have you made any new friends this year in the fandom your muse is from? Who?

How have you grown as a rper this year?

Have you learned any new skills through your rp blog this year?

Have you read/watched/played anything new thanks to the rpc this year?

Have you made any new blogs or added any new muses this year? How have they been going?

Talk about one of your favorite threads that started this year. (If you get multiple of this ask, talk about multiple threads!)

Talk about one of your favorite headcanons you posted this year.

Talk about one of your favorite world building you posted this year.

Did you the mun learn anything about yourself this year? What?

Tag a blog whose writing inspired you this year.

Tag a blog whose character inspired you this year.

Tag a blog whose world building inspired you this year.

Tag a blog whose prompts or templates inspired you this year.

Tag a blog that taught you something new this year.

Wildcard: talk about anything that you want to that happened this year!

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i've been unexpectedly busy (though i probably should have expected that), so no replies yet, but i'll get there soon, i promise! merry almost almost christmas, if you celebrate.

my christmas vacay starts tomorrow and i will be forcibly cut off from playing ffxiv constantly due to the fact that my dad does not have wifi in his house. so what does this mean? it means i should have better inclination to POST. anyway, i'm sorry i've been quiet. it will probably happen again.

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my christmas vacay starts tomorrow and i will be forcibly cut off from playing ffxiv constantly due to the fact that my dad does not have wifi in his house. so what does this mean? it means i should have better inclination to POST. anyway, i'm sorry i've been quiet. it will probably happen again.

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so i needed 3 hq lumber for the level 50 carpentry quest and spent all my logs trying to get it. so i went to gather more, gathered 500 of them because i was fed up, and then guess what happened. got all 3 hq lumbers on my first 3 synthesizing tries. wtf game. anyway if anyone wants 128 oak lumber, lemme know.

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"Ishgard... really does go ... all out."

She had traveled across the East and Eorzea for the better part of the last decade, and had gotten relatively used to the holiday cheer displayed there. But the Holy See seemed to take it even a step further - whether it was the snow itself or the decorations strung up from the pillars, it was... a lot. Beautiful, she thought, but a lot.

"I'm not - ... used to Starlight," Alta said sheepishly. "I didn't celebrate it - the Steppe didn't celebrate it. But it is beautiful."

// happy Christmas day 1 friend!!

Alta was correct; Ishgard did love to go all out for Starlight. It was a fond tradition, dating back far beyond what Haurchefant could recall. He remembered Starlight as a child, the excitement of the first snow and knowing it meant that Starlight wasn't far beyond it. He remembered stringing up lights across the front stoop of the Fortemps Manor with the servants, remembered comparing his home to the others around them to see who had the best decorations.

It was a little sad to know that Alta had never experienced that as a child. Yet, Haurchefant knew well enough that she had plenty of traditions he had never experienced either. For her to see Ishgard now was enough.

"It's truly breathtaking, is it not?" he agreed, sweeping a hand out as if to usher her further into the city. "Ishgard has…few pleasures, these days, I'm afraid, but we have certainly always relished Starlight."