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“...𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑓 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗌.” #ffxivrp 𝆺𝅥 mun is 27 𝆺𝅥 muse is 29 𝆺𝅥 📝 : ˗ˏˋ ☆ Asteria
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❝Thy presence granteth me peace I scarce knew I sought.❞

FFXIV
Crack/Serious
Multiship w/ chem
NSFW in DMs only
Literate/Novella
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#ffxivrp #ffxiv #mvrp
LAYOUT CREDIT GOES TO SERI~
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madebyorha.bsky.social
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𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐇𝐀 𝐍𝐎. 𝟐 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐁 ... 〉
𝘣𝖺tt𝗹𝗲 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝙧𝗼𝗂𝖽 * ( ✨ ) —— ᨒ
𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝑴͟𝑨͟𝑵͟𝑲͟𝑰͟𝑵͟𝑫 .

☆ ͡ heavily 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 .

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scribeofhearts.etheirys.social
— verse, with time, or perchance… with a kiss most artfully bestowed.”
scribeofhearts.etheirys.social
Urianger’s gaze softened, mischief glinting like starlight in his eyes as he inclined his head ever so slightly.

“Then must I render coin for such a rare comfort? Nay… methinks thy smile alone would prove a sufficient toll. Yet, should thee demand further recompense, I would barter gladly—with —
swayedbygommage.bsky.social
ᅠ`` 𝒉ow are you going to pay me for this service — 𖤠 ``
scribeofhearts.etheirys.social
He tilts his head ever so slightly, a faint smile curving his lips as though he’d planned this all along.

“Perchance so… yet I find this seat most agreeable. Wouldst thou truly bid me rise, when thy lap proves far more comely than any chair could boast?”
swayedbygommage.bsky.social
ᅠ𝒔he blinks few times, before gently tapping his shoulder.

`` well hello there, 𝓘 assume we must have ran out of chairs . . . ``
scribeofhearts.etheirys.social
— hale and hearty once more.”

He stepped closer, lowering his tone with something more personal, less courtly. “The realm is vast, aye, yet the star-strewn firmament above would mock its breadth with all the chance encounters it doth contrive. Tell me, what fortune hath guided thy steps unto this —
scribeofhearts.etheirys.social
— head, his voice carrying its usual measured cadence, rich with a warmth that undercut his formality.

“Mayhap I was not counted amongst thy reckonings, yet here we stand—two wayfarers whose paths converge where neither did foresee. A gladness it bringeth me, friend Markus, to find thy visage —
scribeofhearts.etheirys.social
Urianger’s head lifted at the sound of the familiar voice, the faintest ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Fate had a peculiar way of weaving threads, oftentimes knotting them together where least expected. He regarded Markus for a moment in quiet surprise before inclining his —
forgedmercenary.bsky.social
@scribeofhearts.etheirys.social

“Bloody Hell…of All the people I expected to see here you were not high on the list my friend…good to see you All the same Urianger.”
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sylarirain.bsky.social
#SpriggansGivings

Donations for this years event are going FULLY live this year as of today.

Step up to my door where my associates, Valywren and Sybylla, will be waiting for to accept your donation. They have set donation amounts from 500k- 50 mil

Located at Crystal, Mal, Gob, Ward 13, plot 4.
Sylari in starlight santa attire with two retainers on either side of her, ready to accept donations
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mousey.etheirys.social
[[This is making its rounds again.]]
scribeofhearts.etheirys.social
— to betray by silence, but to bide mine hour until words or deed may truly alter the course.”

His eyes softened, though the weight of his thought lingered in their depth. “If thou wouldst have me act, say so plain. For I would fain prove that patience and fidelity are not the guises of —
scribeofhearts.etheirys.social
— though anchoring himself to the present.

“Passive I may be accused of, yet ne’er of treachery,” he answered at last, his voice carrying the quiet gravity of stone eroded by storms. “To remain, to bear witness, is not naught—though oft it is mistaken for surrender. Know, however, that I seek not —
scribeofhearts.etheirys.social
Urianger’s gaze did not falter beneath the bard’s low but warm eyes, though silence pressed between them like the weight of unspoken tomes. A month, a moment—time mattered little to him when conviction sharpened the air. Slowly, he inclined his head, fingers curling over the edge of the table as —
bardofalltrades.bsky.social
... And here we went.

The projection stopped, leaving the bard enough time to sit on the table, straight in front of the Elezen.

His gaze meeting the other. Low, but warm.

"Remaining won't suffice. Betrayal by being too passive is not affordable." He replied, cold but now... Interested.
scribeofhearts.etheirys.social
Urianger did not resist when Nider’s hand caught him, drawing him downward until their gazes leveled. He allowed it, not out of submission, nor resignation—but because in that moment, resistance felt hollow. The weight of his own truth still lingered heavy within him, cracking his carefully —
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drunkurianger.bsky.social
Today I needeth this reminder.

Mayhap thou also needeth this reminder. <3
scribeofhearts.etheirys.social
||: I do, I damn sure did. 💀💀💀
scribeofhearts.etheirys.social
||: Oh my God. 🤣🤣🤣 That really did it. 💀💀 I like how you placed our muses in that.
scribeofhearts.etheirys.social
||: I swear, it has a hold on me, that I will never want to be let go of. I had to make a video of it with that line at the end, just to hear him speak. Yes. It was a must. 🫠