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All he’d seen of these ones were glimpses-rough-hewn throat, sharp points forming a jagged jawline, tidy layers at the back of the neck, back of the hand marked in black-incomplete or fleeting images barely stolen from the forever cradle of heavy armor, never enough to form a full picture. Blue skin… And black scales, glossy but uneven, forming patterns all too familiar to him for how many of them were reflected on his own body.įamiliar only and only by that association, though.
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Thought, that was given only to the man in front of him-blue skin alight with restless orange in the glow of the fire. In its cozy heat it was too easy to forget about the storm howling outside, the wind’s furious whistling barely an afterthought to him. Light and shadow played in the room, cast to dance by the softly crackling fireplace. I cut it off before it got explicit though. Takes place right before the first time they sleep together at an undetermined point of the MSQ/DRK questline. But I ship these two so hard I had had had to. Then I do, and it’s not even anything related to my WIP works. Words: 2113 Man has it been forever since I wrote fic. Relationships: Sidurgu Orl/Warrior of LightĬharacters: Sidurgu Orl, Xaela Warrior of Light (Saahe. "Alright, fine, but will you shut up? You'll get us caught." The duskwight mumbles under his breath, "bloody brooding chocobo."įray punches his side, making Foulques hiss. If they aren't, I'll take it out of your hide."įoulques presses his finger to the mouth of Fray's helmet. "Safe, of course, my mentor."įray glares up at him with gold eyes that glowed with life. "Be quiet," Foulques says, "or they'll find us."įray digs his fingers painfully into the elezen's side, his voice low but urgent as he asks, "Where are Rielle and Sid?"įoulques grunts. "I told you not to call me that," Fray says, that frosty tone to his voice that used to intimidate Foulques, but now only made him smile. Still beating, still alive though the man was beaten and bloody. "Better I didn't this time, else I would have lost my mentor," the duskwight says, feeling the pound of the man's heart against his side.
Keeping the man steady against him as they narrowly avoided their pursuers by ducking into a dark, cluttered alleyway. You never bloody do."įoulques manages a sharp little grin. "You fool," Fray gasps in Foulques' pointed ear as the duskwight slings the hyur's arm over his shoulder, practically carrying him for how much the shorter dark knight could not hold his own weight. "Fray has to survive at least long enough for my debt to be repaid." Where he had seen the hyur caught and waylaid by Ishgardian knights. "Let him be angry, then," Foulques says, trudging his way back through the fog and to Fray. For all Fray had done, saving Foulques when he had been on the brink of death-this was the least the former lancer could do. "He'll be angry that you didn't listen!"įoulques ignores him. "Foulques," the xaela warns, calling out to the elezen's retreating back. Sidurgu grunts at being shoved back, nearly stumbling into a fretful Rielle that stood behind him, hidden from prying eyes by a cloak that was a size too big for her small frame. I won't be a coward, not anymore not ever again." "You take her," Foulques hisses, "I will not leave Fray behind. It still took some getting used to, finding a sword there instead of a lance as he had for so long. We have to get Rielle to safety."įoulques shrugs him off roughly, snatching his arm away as he grabs for the hilt of his great sword. "Don't," Sidurgu grabs at the duskwight's arm as Foulques turns back. I like this AU very much, anon ? I could write so much of Foulques getting away from Gridania and finding those who accept him. I've read many of your posts musing about foulques inspiring to be a dragoon but what about him joining the dark knights? He ran into the misfits one day and decided to take up the trade to deliver his own justice, maybe get some self-love and friends along the way.