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Destiney shakes her head at Nozomi’s apology. “No need to apologize. He was sick for a very long time. At least he’s not suffering anymore. He tried to keep it hidden from me. I just don’t want to let anyone suffer. No one should have to. Sadly it’s not a perfect world though so I merely try my best.”

Dest’s pouch at her waist rustles before a small fluttering light pops out of it. It zips over towards Nozomi and flies around her quickly once before coming to a stop before the woman. Daisy flutters there, head tilted as she looks at Nozomi.

“Daisy… Please don’t bother-” Destiney started to say before an arrow thunked into the tree beside her. “Take cover!” She quickly moved behind the tree and looked out. “Ixali…” A group of Ixali were approaching their location. It would figure it wouldn’t be a peaceful trip. Not today anyways.

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neckomichi @neckomichi

His hand against Stefans forehead could
feel the heat coming off of the young man before it was swatted away.
“Are you sure you aren’t feeling well…?” He started to question the man
watching with blue piercing eyes watching while Stefan seemed to take
some time to compose himself.

He took a step back to allow him breathing room watching and ready to
jump in if things looked like they would take the turn for the worst.
Finally he noticed the man lift his head up covering his mouth as he
spoke which made it a tad bit hard to understand and forcing him to take
a step closer and bend over to better hear, “hmmm? Fire? No I don’t
need that Thank you…” He pursed his lips together trying to peice
together the mans words.

He had to admit he made a rather adorable scene. It may have seemed a
bit of time for Stephan after speaking for Silvaire to respond, namely
because it took some time for Silvaire to peice together what he had
heard.

“I do believe I apologized in advance for the kiss, it seemed to be
the only thing that would get the Harpys attention.” He motioned back
the way he believed they had come from, directions not his strong suit,
“and they left both of us alone. On top of that I carried you here to I
am guessing your home so I see no need for you to glare daggers at your
glowing friend. They led me here so we could be away from such scum.”

Standing up to his full height he crossed his arms and gave Stefan a
somewhat withering stare, “If anything I have been more than
accommodating, which cannot be said for you.” He may have been a tad bit
annoyed at the threat of bodily harm, “I see no reason why a kiss is
such a reason to become so flustered over”

Stefan clenched his hands into fists at his sides. Feeling both angry
and humiliated. Needed to calm down. There was no way to think
rationally when he was like this.

The man had a point… Why had it been so important to him? He wasn’t looking for someone in his life right now. His work and Esper were the most important things he had. Well his sister an mother too. Yet he had gotten so upset over something like a first kiss. He wasn’t even interested in all the mess relationships contained. It was why he had almost no friends. Couldn’t get hurt if you didn’t let anyone in.

Esper walks over and nudges Stefan’s leg. He puts a hand to his own forehead. Perhaps he had stayed up too late studying last night. Though he honestly was lacking in people skills. An absolutely no idea how to handle a situation such as this.

“I don’t…” He yelps softly as Esper headbutts his leg, giving the fuzzy carbuncle another hard stare. He pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. Stubborn carbuncle. Finally he pushes his glasses up as he looks away from Silvaire, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fine… Sorry.”

He shoots the carbuncle another stare. “Happy Esper?” The carbuncle sits down and looks rather pleased with itself. He shakes his head at Esper before finally looking towards Silvaire. “Listen. I’m not a… ‘People’ person. I don’t have friends for a reason. Nor do I usually have to worry about such vapid women. But this one here…” He points a finger down at Esper. “Decided to nap instead of warning me today. Still it is very improper to just kiss a total stranger without even knowing how they might react. You are lucky I didn’t lash out to begin with. I don’t like people touching me.”

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While he didn’t know a lot about Aether or magical creatures,
Silvaire could guess enough that the Carbuncle was leading him to the
goblet ward, and once they begun to walk the walkway up to it, he’d
guess the man he carried lived somewhere in these apartments. The man
weighed next to nothing in his strong arms, his attention devoted to the
carbuncle and trying not to lose his way that for a moment there he
lost track of the way that he didn’t notice the man stirring.

Not
until he heard that panicked squeaking sound, did he realize the man
was awake and his head bent in the uldhan sun to take in the sight of
the blushing and squirming bespectacled man in his arms. Amusement
shining in his eyes as well as a little interest as just how adorable
the man looked in that instance.

“Hmmm?” he asked unsure of just what the man had asked or… perhaps
demanded of him, “I’m afraid I missed what you said… did you want down?
Do you think your legs will hold you?” he questioned even as he bent
down to let the hyur man down, his arms staying where they were to help
keep the man steady unless he possibly fainted again or lost his
balance.

“You fainted back there, couldn’t leave you be, especially not with
those harpy’s about. Are you feeling alright?” He asked, placing a hand
on Stefan’s forehead when he was sure the man had his balance, “You
aren’t feeling ill are you?”

Stefan was pretty sure his face couldn’t get anymore red when the man leaned his head down to respond to him. Not to mention the humiliation he felt when he was set down and would have stumbled if not for the support. But the mention of those women reminded him clearly at what happened.

The sudden hand on his forehead made him stiffen in tension. He quickly swat Silvaire’s hand away from him. Clearly flustered and embarrassed. “S-Stop that!” Stefan leaned over and put his hands on his knees as he tried to calm the urge to panic and possibly faint again. Finally he straightens though one of his hands is over his mouth. One eyebrow twitching slightly.

“I should set your pants aflame for stealing my first kiss without my permission.” His voice slightly muffled by his hand but clear enough. He merely didn’t wish anyone else to hear such an admission. “You’re lucky I won’t only because you chased those women off.” He moves his hand away from his mouth finally to straighten his glasses. Though he didn’t dare look directly at Silvaire. He was too embarrassed to make eye contact with this strange man. Instead he gave his carbuncle an annoyed look. Traitor for not helping him…

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“I’ve little doubt.” The words were sincere. With Destiney thus
occupied at the river, Bast moves to at least locate his trousers. It’s
something of a quandary as to how to put them on: his skin is still wet,
making putting clothing on both difficult and uncomfortable, but in
order to dry off he would need to remove the towel from around his
waist.

The only option at this point was to wait until he air
dried. Bast pulled his hair over his shoulder and squeezed some of the
moisture out of it. “If I may ask, what does bring you out this way?”

Dest sighed as she rubbed her hands over her face. She didn’t hear the rustle of clothing. Which could only mean he wasn’t dressing. But regardless she didn’t turn around to look because she knew her face was probably still very red. She shook the remaining water droplets from her hands as she stood up.

“I was feeling restless and in need of a walk. I figured I would wander over this way because water is calming. I really hadn’t expected to find you here and…” She coughs and scratches her cheek lightly, still facing away from him so that she wouldn’t be as tempted to touch or stare. “Find you bathing. I really do apologize. I mean I do tend to just randomly find you most of the time anyways. So why not today.” She laughs softly and shrugs. Finally glancing over her shoulder slightly to at least see where he was. Eyes catching sight of the scarring again. It felt like she couldn’t help but be drawn to it.

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michisilver @michisilver

The Au’ra had been waiting for some kind of response from the young man,
realizing now upon closer examination and the slight tapering on the
tops of the man’s ears, he would guess the man a Hyur and Elezen mix. He
watched with mixed amusement and horror at the growing red that would
fill the mans face as if poured into the paleness of his features.

He
was grateful that the women had left because they might have laughed at
the poor man’s stunned expression, mouth opening and closing without a
sound and no expression beyond that. What he hadn’t expected though was
for the stranger to keel over, body becoming limp and
unresponsive, “Oi!” he yelled diving in just in time to stop any heads
from slamming onto the pavement.

Easily he lifted the young man,
dressed in… he would guess scholars gear? and glanced over at the
carbuncle that now expressed some concern for it’s master, “Fraid I was
too much for the lad” (*snort snicker*) a corner of his lip quirking up
in amusement, “You mind showing me where this lad lives so I can deliver
him to saftey? Wouldn’t be good to leave him alone with those harpy’s
prowling about.”

Black scaly tail would sway back and forth,
Silvaire keeping a horn and an eye out for any unwelcomed
attention, “Best be out of here soon before someone see’s an opportunity
to exploit.” He would bend down for a brief moment to pick up what he
surmised was the man’s belongings before readying himself to follow the
carbuncle.

Epser merely tilted his head for a moment at Silvaire before bounding
off in the direction of the Goblet. Leading the man carrying his master
down the paths of the housing district from Ul’dah and to the
apartments. Esper sits down, staring up at the tall building a moment
before looking back to Silvaire again. As if saying this was the place.

Stefan
groaned as he began to stir from his faint. Putting a hand up to his
forehead as he tried to remember what happened. Better yet where he was.
Something felt… Odd. Warm. He blinked to focus. His face going beet red
again as he realized he was being carried. By the very person who had
stolen his first kiss.

“Put me down this instance!” Stefan
tried to yell but it came out more as a panicked squeak. If Carbuncles
could be amused, Esper definitely looked amused. He couldn’t remember
the last time he had been carried. Not since he had been a child
probably. It was embarrassing to say the least to find himself in that
predicament now.

send 💗 for our muses to have to pretend to be in a relationship (Silvaire so needs to play with the grumpy Stefan. :D)

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(Oh lord! how do we even do that! Uuummm…) 

Silvaire looked down at the well dressed bespeckled man beside him, a disgruntled look on his facial features as he seemed to be bothered by two very persistent ladies. He’d been holding a book up to his nose, obviously uninterested in anyone disturbing his time, a fact that seemed to have gone over the two overly buxom heavily painted women. 

He wondered if they were perhaps attempting to get into his bed and into his purse and because of his dress that he was a virgin eager for bedplay. Silvaire shook his head and let out a soft sigh if only to himself, some people were never going to learn most likely. 

He doubted the young man would appreciate his help but he couldn’t stand seeing another person in need and not do… something. 

“Ah, there you are my love.” Silvaire said schooling his expression to be as loving and sweet as possible, though he himself had never known romance he’d seen it enough with others and perhaps had played the part a time or two during performances. He reached down to take the man’s hand, placing a soft kiss upon it, before lifting Stephan easily and setting him down upon his lap, “Keeping yourself busy with your books while I was away?”

“Er now! you never said you had a gent” One of the two ladies, lets call her pumpernickel, as the paint around her eyes reminded him of such. She placed her hands on her hips trying to press her breasts up, nearly letting them spill from their tightly clinging garb. “Mayhap we can have more fun now that there be… two of you.” 

Internally he was groaning at the gall of some people, was he going to really need to go that far just to get it into their dull heads? He whispered to the man an apology just before grabbing his jaw and giving him a nice long showy kiss, enough to get the women to finally register that neither of them were interested in what they had to offer.  

“Oh! … um… well…” the other one, blueberry Silvaire decided to nickname her, “We’ll just… be going then…” 

Silvaire gave them both a very long stare, waiting until they were gone before he quickly placed the man back in his seat, “I’m sorry, so sorry… didn’t know how else to get them to leave you be.” He was expecting to get yelled at very severely now. 

(hope that worked! @nebula1984 )

Stefan had only been getting more frustrated the longer the women kept trying to get his attention. They just didn’t seem to catch the drift that he wasn’t interested. Romance, let alone sex, was the last thing on his mind. His work and studies were far more important. Not to mention he wasn’t interested in getting hurt by such shallow women.

But burying his face further in his book just did not discourage them from trying. Though what happened next left him flabbergasted. He went stiff as a board, face as red as a tomato as the Au Ra man kissed his hand. His book suddenly forgotten as he stared like a startled doe. Esper merely only lifted his head from where he lay to watch his master before settling back down again. Apparently none of this was a threat enough to stir the ruby carbuncle.

His mouth refused to function. Especially after Silvaire easily lifted him and sat him on the man’s lap. He didn’t know if he wanted to be outraged or flee in embarrassment. He could barely register the words the ladies exchanged with Silvaire. Barely caught that whispered apology as his brain was overloaded by that sudden kiss out of no where.

His first kiss stolen. He opened his mouth to respond, looking much like a fish out of water as he tried a few times to find words. What were words? This was all too much for Stefan. Easiest solution with an overloaded brain? Faint. Esper now cocked his head in concern as his master was passed out in his chair. Now the carbuncle finally got up and nudged Stefan’s leg with a nose.

“Oops”

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The river wended its way through the forest like a particularly wiggly snake, interrupted occasionally by a waterfall, a fallen tree, or an interesting set of rapids. Basteaux usually preferred to make camp nearby to the river if only for the sake of convenience. It was a convenience he had decided to take advantage of on such a warm late afternoon.

Having thoroughly cleansed himself of the lingering taint of morbol slime, Basteaux left the powerful crash of the waterfall and swam to the edge of the deep little pool. His clothes were folded neatly on a rock, his strong bow and full quiver resting beside them. Atop his pile of clothes was a towel that he used to dry his face and give his hair a rough tousle.

The sound of rustling in the underbrush saw him hastily tie the towel around his hips and lunge for the bow, nocking and drawing an arrow in one quick and smooth motion. A moment later and he recognized the person who had intruded upon him. He lowered the bow. “Oh. It’s you.”

He seemed vaguely perturbed, but otherwise unconcerned to be found almost entirely in the nude. His long, dripping hair hung loose around his shoulders, but perhaps the most striking thing about his appearance was the large sunburst of scarring on his left side and over part of his abdomen. Its tendrils crackled like lines of white lightning over his dusky skin. Making no move to cover himself further, Basteaux set the bow down again beside his clothes. “You have an uncanny knack for showing up in the most surprising of places.”

Destiney nearly took a step back as the first thing she saw was a arrow trained on her. Finally taking a moment to sigh in relief when she caught sight of who it was and he lowered that arrow. Her hand came to rest over her heart at the brief moment of fright. Thinking maybe she had stumbled across a bandit on accident.

Now that she finally had a true moment to focus… Oh boy. Her cheeks were bright red and her mouth dropped open for a moment as she stared at Basteaux’s mostly nude form. Mentally she had to chide herself for staring like she was. So impolite. Yet she couldn’t help it. Between the magnitude of the scarring on his body and just in general seeing so much of his dusky skin without clothing. Of course her imagination was already trying to picture him without the towel. She literally was about to slap herself for it. Bast was her friend and he had treated her like a sister the last time they had met. She didn’t need to be thinking of him like that.

Besides what had caused that extensive scarring… There was an urge to reach out and touch that scar. A need to ask about it. Yet she was unsure. The odds were high that he would get defensive or walk away. Last thing she wanted was to make him angry with her. It was all so very frustrating. So she forced a smile as she looked towards the water then rather at him any longer before her mouth could put her in hot water. She could still feel her cheeks burning. “Sorry… I really don’t mean to do it. It just happens.”

Argh! Why did he have to look so good even with the scars… Dest finally sighs and walks over to kneel next to the river so she could splash some cold water on her face.

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Destiney nearly paused when Nozomi asked her why. She let the silence linger a moment longer as she decided how she wanted to answer that question. “Does a person need a reason to help someone?”

A heavy sigh and a shake of her head before looking over her shoulder back towards the woman. “Actually… I do it because I watched someone I loved die. He saved my life yet I couldn’t save his. So now I want to protect those I care about.”

Destiney gives a casual shrug before adjusting her bow against her back. “I just don’t feel right ignoring others who are hurt now. Even if they are strangers. If I can save someone then I’ll do it. Because it’s the right thing to do.”

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Destiney laughs softly before giving the other woman a casual shrug. “Think nothing of it. I’m used to helping people actually. Sometimes without a moments notice. It’s just what I do. Besides I can wander about the Twelveswood whenever I want. It’s not going anywhere.”

Destiney heads off in the direction that Nozomi should have gone to begin with. Keeping her pace leisurely so that the injured woman could keep up easily. “The bow is something left over from my childhood. I work as a healer now so helping people is second nature. So there is never a need to apologize for asking me for help. I think the only people I would probably not help are Garleans sided to the Empire or people that have tried to hurt me or my family. You don’t appear to be either.”

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“Well it is a pleasure to meet you, Nozomi.” Destiney smiles warmly at the introduction and explanation. She wouldn’t pry for further details on the attack if the woman said she was safe. Still she would remain cautious for any further attacks. That was one thing almost always necessary in the Twelveswood depending what section one traveled through.

Destiney puts a hand to her chin and tilts her head slightly, thinking. “I can take you in the right direction if you wish. I grew up in Gridania so I know the Twelveswood pretty well.” She reaches a hand up to brush a strand of hair from her eyes. “I’m still a pretty good shot with a bow if anyone decides to come troubling us on the way. If you prefer to travel alone while hurt though… I guess I can point you in the right direction. Though I wouldn’t recommend going alone with your arm in it’s current condition.”