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psijic-toast · 2 years
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T’ahria’s nameday celebration went well
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psijic-toast · 1 year
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Fluffvember prompt 20: Comfort
Sometimes it’s just comforting to know someone else is there
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psijic-toast · 1 year
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Fluffvember Prompt 14: Love Language.
Doing little things that make each others day easier. Like retrieving coffee, or helping out with gear, or standing on a chair so Sid doesn’t have to crane his neck all the time.
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psijic-toast · 1 year
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Fluffvember Prompt 3: Nameday Suprise.
Rielle and T’ahria got up way too early to get flowers that matched his aesthetic
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psijic-toast · 1 year
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Fluffvember prompt 23:I’ll Carry you
T’ahria fell asleep at a table again. Sid’s saving her from the back pain.
(I had planned to do something in relation to the Falcon’s Nest protest, but decided to go full fluff for this one)
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psijic-toast · 1 year
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We’re duel wielding prompts today. Fluffvember Prompts 13.1: Bad End [Above] and 13.2: Caught in the Rain [Bellow].
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psijic-toast · 1 year
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I want the Great Gubal Library Trust companions to be Poroggos. That is all.
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psijic-toast · 1 year
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Fluffvember prompt 22: Enemies
In an alternate timeline, T'ahria and Corin accept a request from Countess Ystride to resuce her supposedly kidnapped daughter. Only they weren’t told the full story.
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psijic-toast · 1 year
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Fluffvember Prompt 1: First Meeting
I’m not late posting it to Tumblr, Of course not
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psijic-toast · 2 years
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Changing up her look to avoid the Crystal Braves, but she didn’t look at the swatches on the side of the box.
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psijic-toast · 1 year
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Fluffvember Prompt 6: Adopting a pet
But G’raha isn’t aware of the horror stored within Giant beavers
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psijic-toast · 2 years
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FFXIVwrite 4: Future (free day)
Ao3 link, if that’s more of your cup of tea
G’raha wasn’t acting himself.
It was only just noticeable. Something was off, or missing, but T’ahria didn’t exactly know what. She could only put it down to a sudden lack of playfulness in his actions, like a weight had been added to his shoulders, which concerned her; Surely finding out more of your heritage, answering questions you’ve had since a kit, was supposed to lift weight, not bury you further.
He entered the tent without his usual fanfare. Instead of boisterously battling the canvas to let her know he was coming in, a single red ear and now-matching eye peered through the gap. Given the all clear, he entered, sat on the edge of his cot, and began untying the laces of his boots, without even a greeting, let alone any sort of usual quip.
She pushed her blankets to one side, shivering as the cold air quickly rushed in to greet her legs. Thoughts on investing in a longer nightgown could wait, as she padded across the tent. It was only as she moved to kneel in front of him that he looked at her, surprise plain across his face.
“Oh, I thought you were asleep” He didn’t flinch as her hand came up to lightly grip his chin, moving his head this way and that. “What are you doing?”
“Looking” was the simple response, as she watched the twin ruby irises as they flickered about, before landing on her. Watched the pupils constrict and dilate with the movement, watched the reflection of the lamplight burn the hues orange. Even without the light, his eyes had a glow all their own - a feature that T’ahria would admit she found beautiful. “You have two pretty eyes now”
“What?” He seemed taken aback for a moment, before a soft grin broke out. “Are you saying my eye wasn’t pretty before?”
“No, they were both pretty before” She giggled. “But now the left one is extra pretty” She was ecstatic with his smile, happy to see some warmth return. She planned to fan the flames as much as she could, but first… “What’s on your mind?”
“Hm?”
“You keep brooding. Just about as much as Nero, if not more”
“I just… I’m trying to think over all that’s occurred today. It’s a lot to process”
“Yeah, it was a lot… My Prince” Quickly she leaned back to avoid him flicking her horn, giggling once more as his cheeks turned red. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, no, I’m… not entirely sure where to begin to even start deciphering it all” He leaned back, head finding the pillow. T’ahria followed, resting her head on crossed arms on the edge of the cot. “The crystal tower is meant to serve as a beacon of hope. How can it be that, shut and sealed, the last key ebbing away?”
“Not where I thought you would start, but hey-ho” She was surprised at the reservation of closing the tower doors, but it was a fair stance; The tower was something he had been working towards for an untold amount of time. She too would hesitate. “It’s too dangerous now to be a beacon of hope. But that doesn’t mean it won’t be opened again in the future, right?”
“But the blood-”
“In the future, stuff will be more advanced right? Who knows, maybe they’ll have a way to clone blood from nothing? If they put their minds to it, they’ll open it back up, more prepared than we are. I mean, we got past the first lock on our own, right? The Cid of the future will get through the next”
“The Cid of the Future” G’raha repeated, eyes lost to that time ahead. T’ahria worried that she saw tears gathering on his lashes, but he turned before she could take a closer look. “Thank you, my friend. That is reassuring to hear”
“Of course! Perhaps we could even leave them something, make it a… a… what’s the name of that thing Allagan kids would burry-”
“A time capsule?”
“Yes! We’ll make the tower one big time capsule!”
“I’m honestly just impressed you managed to retain anything from our lessons”
“Hey!” he too managed to dodge a flick, ear twitching just in time. “That’s it, I didn’t walk all the way over here to be insulted! I’m going to bed!”
“Wait” He reached out to grip the edge of her nightgown, fingers brushing the scales on her thigh. Surprisingly, it startled her, a little gasp escaping, at which he let go. “I have a favour to ask of you. Stay with me?”
“I’d argue half this tent is mine by this point, so I’m not planning on going anywhe-”
“No, stay here”
Oh, he means the cot. He must truly be freaked out about this.
She made a point of gathering the bunched up blankets down one end before laying down beside him. The cot was on the small side, fit for a Miqo’te or Hyur, rather than the universal size fit to accommodate a Roegadyn at a push. Space was tight, barely existing, leading the two to become tangled up in one another to just lay on it. One of T’ahria’s legs slotted between his; G’raha’s arms came up to wrap around her. His tail draped over her hip, she slotted her head as comfortably as she could in the space by his archon marks. It was a team effort to get the blanket up and around them.
Oh, she found cuddling up to G’raha a pleasant experience. He was warm, comfortable to rest against. She could feel the vibration of his heart through her horn, a soft lullaby. He retained the smell of parchment and smoke from the campfire, even when doused in the standard Sharlayan soap provided. 
She hoped she smelled just as nice, and that the scent of Cerberus’ saliva didn't linger still.
“I’m going to miss you” was mumbled into her hair.
“Now, that’s just Silly. We’ll keep in contact, if not together after this”
He was silent for a moment.
“I have another favour to ask of you”
“You’ve got one more left before you owe me. What is it?”
“Kiss me?”
For the second time, he caught her off guard. T’ahria leaned back, a brow lifted. 
It’s just a kiss, it won’t hurt. His lips were softer than she’d thought they’d be;  tasted of the coffee he adored, and salt - Rammbroes had been the one to cook that evening, and was very libral and passionate with his use of the mineral. Not the most complimentary of flavours, but she gave him a pass for the shiver that rolled down her spine, tail thumping the ground.
G’raha evidently enjoyed the kiss too, as he followed when she pulled away, stealing another. T’ahria couldn’t contain the chirp noise - flushing bright red as she buried her head in his collarbone. 
“You said one!”
“Opportunistic thief makes off with the hero's prize”
“Shush you! I’m going to sleep now”
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When morning broke, she woke to an empty cot. Completely empty, as she herself had rolled out of it.
“Darn early riser” She cursed, pushing off the blanket that had been tucked around her. Upon the stack of books that acted as a nightstand, on a coaster, sat a familiar teacup. She didn’t have to get close to know what was in it; honed in on the scent of peppermint. “Beat me to it again”
She had only taken one gulp of the tea before her morning routine was shattered by a booming voice.
“HAS ANYONE SEEN G’RAHA TIA?!”
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psijic-toast · 2 years
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Viera T’ahria, because I got curious about how she’d look (and I have no self control)
Also now have the idea that she just likes to just pick G’raha up, no matter her height. Just * carries partner to show affection *
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psijic-toast · 1 year
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Fluffvember prompt 9: Warmth
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Fluffvember Prompt 16: Goodbye
When you’re a fighter of primals, you gotta tell your loved ones goodbye properly ‘cause you can’t be sure if you’re coming back.
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Fluffvember prompt 26: Valentione's
Valentione's can’t always be spent together, but that's what Delivery Moogles are for! (Much to Sid's regret)
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