#liios suvali

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I made it for them LMAO. It's so funny making this for a canon character like. Is this a compliment or a slander.

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#liios suvali #liiostinien

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Sometimes I get a glimpse of what my friends and family are doing as just someone who works on the periphery of healthcare and I think Ptolemy being a doctor while his brother was the Warrior of Light who had consummate hero syndrome was probably the most telling proof that his heart condition was excellently managed.

Liios took offense to it, obviously. He was practicing safe adventuring and everything.

Ptolemy: What is safe adventuring. Please tell me.

Liios: I move out of the orange. 😤

Ptolemy: Not as much as you should.

Liios: Well, sometimes they appeared very fast.

Ptolemy: Really. I remember that time you were camping in your spot when we were fighting that one thing and you said, very clearly over comm, "Eh, I'll live." Then you nearly got knocked on your ass.

Liios: How do you see the orange??

Ptolemy: I've always seen the orange. We both have the Echo.

Liios:

Liios: So when were you going to tell me?

#liios suvali #ptolemy suvali #at this point its whatever #ptolemy told alphinaud to not worry about it whenever said 'he got hurt :''('

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Ptolemy healing anyone else: Oh baby, sweetheart it's okay, have a Benediction.

Ptolemy healing for his brother: Why are you standing in the AoE? You do not have cast time. Why are you all the way into the nether? My safety bubble is over here. Are you sure you do not need someone who know the mechanics to mark themselves?

Liios: Hey. Hey Toli look at me. Butt.

#liios suvali #ptolemy suvali #liios doesnt have the heart to swear at baby brother but #ptolemy didnt heal for the team until shb where he got pulled to the first too and everyone thought sweetie grandpa twink is going to be #especially careful with liios but it turns out ptolemy IS a licensed doctor and is just. unfazed. #and he had healed for liios before on small outings in idyllshire when it was still a colony

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I did Trust Hydaelyn last night and Urianger gave Liios a spear.

Liios: That's a melee DPS card.

Urianger: Prithee, thou art not the payer of my sub.

#liios suvali #liios: ptolemy wouldnt have given me any card so thats fair lol #AND he wouldve been like 'where is Disassemble?'

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Ptolemy: Hm. There's bugs infestation on these blueberry bushes. :/

Liios: Would you like to try my 100% homemade flamethrower with the adapted ultra-refined targeting system from Omega attached that will filter out the bugs from the leaves and only shoot fire at them?

Ptolemy: No.

Liios: Do you think any of your coworkers will let me test it?

Ptolemy: Yes, I do believe that some of them will sell their hard earned scholarly labor in this greenhouse for a smile from the Warrior of Light and also conveniently forget that fire spreads as it burns. So as penance, I hope you are ready for me to tell Krile every single embarrassing story about you in our youth.

Liios: 😒 Botanists. You're no fun.

#liios suvali #ptolemy suvali #it galls ptolemy too because liios does have the capability to develop some extremely USEFUL gadgets #and he DID #he had the technical and practical knowledge to make full fledged miniature environments #he and ptolemy built irrigation systems for thavnairian fruit orchards out in isles surrounded by seawater that still got trees to grow #but liios's hobby was Make Things That Go Boom #in hindsight ptolemy shouldve known his brother was up to some bullshit when liios spent 12mil in ishgard #to buy up all the now-obsolute dragonkiller harpoon guns and other items of note

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So was anyone going to tell me that I get a machinist-specific line at the Omega station in Ultima Thule or.

At least I assume it is? It might just be an "I cleared Omega" thing.

#i miss the omega raids #liios suvali

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Never mind, got the meme I wanted.

#liios suvali #by the spirits boy we need to do something about your pasty lips

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Wuk Lamat: I want to ask a question that I don't ask Erenville because he might get offended, but if you don't mind...

Liios: Sure, let's hear it!

Wuk Lamat: How do Vieras sneak around? If you hide behind a bush, your ears would just stick straight up.

Liios: Okay that IS kind of offensive but that's also the funniest question I've had since I was a teacher LOL

#liios suvali

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Liios: If I am lucky, I will be dead by the time people realize I am hollow inside.

Estinien: If you were hollow inside as you so feared, Ultima Thule would have claimed you. Yet it could not, nor its maker, nor the truth cast upon your shoulders.

Liios:

Liios: Real shit??

#real shit! #liios suvali #liiostinien

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Devastating realization today about why Liios doesn't appear in my mind as a rabbit.

He's more ferret-adjacent.

...That's why he (ferret) and Estinien (bedraggled wolf) got along.

#liios suvali #not to be anti rabbit but i think rabbit mischief is spiteful #and ferret mischief is embodied #this doesnt make sense does it #its the last work day of an exhausting week

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I was able to grab a mutual's YCH Valentine sketch comm (@/bardings) and...

"Let's make a heart!"

[Estinien does not understand.]

#liios suvali #liiostinien #his man confused but got the spirit

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Thinking about Liios and Estinien again. 😩

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At the end of long days fighting, Estinien allowed Liios to help him doff his armor.

What was usually the work asked of a squire meant something else entirely when your equal was the one to do it for you, and Liios performed the task with a quiet devotion that made Estinien's heart ache with some unnamed, fierce emotion that had taken up residence in his ribcage for years.

First his gauntlets, then greaves, then the pauldrons, then the chest plate and tassets. Liios lifted them from him, unbuckling the belts and pulling them free with efficiency born of familiarity. He had gotten used to this new armor very quickly, Estinien thought. Though he had also been quick to learn with his old ones, the one stained with Nidhogg's blood, that was his undoing.

The pieces were mounted on the armor rack reserved for them. Liios looked them over with a craftsman's eye, cataloging the nicks and tears to fix. Then he returned to help Estinien out of his tabard, until he was unencumbered enough to do the rest himself.

While Estinien changed out of the sweat-soaked shirt for a fresh one, Liios rummaged for his toolkit and some alkahest. The usual repairs could be carried out with dark-matter crystals, but Estinien understood that the infrequent application of alkahests and solvents kept equipment as effective as when they were first made...

...when done by skilled hands.

If it had been anyone else, even if it was the Ishgardian masters of the forges themselves, Estinien would have yanked back the armor. Passed to him by Hraesvelgr, there was no way he could take such a risk with it. Even now he watched from across the room as Liios emptied the solutions and solvents into bowls, watched as he picked up the tools and crystals.

And only kept watching, as Liios mended first the chips and tears, then coated them. The movements were the same as they had been the last three times Liios had done it for him, months apart, so precise and regular Estinien could be certain they did not change between applications.

He did it in the same order as he had taken them off Estinien. Gauntlets, greaves, pauldrons, chest plate, tassets. The leather parts required a different solution, though Liios didn't reach for it. Instead he tested them, seemingly found them satisfactory, and set them aside in a moment.

Estinien left him to it, so he could go wash his face and the blood and Void dust out of his hair. When he returned, two chilled goblets of mint-flavored drinks in hands, Liios had finished.

Iceheart wore her challenges well, not unlike the woman Estinien had named the suit of armor after. She would never have the handsomeness of new steel, as she had seen battle even before the Dragonsong War, but as Estinien stood there and studied her, he felt the satisfying certainty of knowing she would bear him through several more decades yet. Perhaps even beyond it.

Liios, still seated at the table and now cleaning up his array of tools, looked up at him. He inclined his head in wordless request for his opinion, and Estinien nodded.

He put the drinks on the table where it had been cleared, and kissed Liios's cheek as he took the seat next to him. His not-lover hummed, long eyelashes fluttering as he returned the kiss with one of his own, then another one on Estinien's jaw, as was their habit.

They clacked their goblets together in silent cheer and relief at the end of another day, and drank.

#liios suvali #liiostinien #neither of them said one word to each other fr #the art of silence with bae

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Ideally Liios would put his hair up in a messy bun but the default bun option is not Fluffy enough.

For Dawntrail.

#mon doodles #liios suvali

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Up until 6.0 where Ptolemy was bodily-- uh, well, soul-ly pulled to the First and had neither frailty to worry about nor a choice to stay home and let Liios n Friends do their Scions thing, Liios had been... well, not LYING lying to Ptolemy about how dangerous things had been for him, but had been downplaying it a lot.

He had a heart condition. There was no point in telling him about terrible things that he couldn't change, Liios thought. So what if Liios almost died a few more times. So what if the cruelty he'd witnessed in Ala Mhigo and Doma kept him from sleep at night. The universe was unfeeling, and people could be cruel. Hadn't Ptolemy known that already, in all the years they'd both lived? Why would Liios put more of the same on him?

Then they had their "adventures" on the First, and as was habit, Liios brushed off the Scions' concern with his usual mad sort of confidence. As was habit, they were convinced.

Ptolemy was not.

They argued explosively and bitterly about it. They screamed and shouted and pointed fingers. The primordial light was already excruciating, but in front of Ptolemy's anger it was like some kind of dam had broken. Liios shouted until he was hoarse. Isn't it enough that I am here, he said. Can't you afford me at least the dignity of minding my wounds in peace?

"You are proud, and you are stupid," Ptolemy said, incensed. "There is no dignity in whimpering like a dog with a broken leg behind closed doors. I, we, aren't acquaintances for you to coddle. At the very least, I am your family. For the sake of our relation, can you not find it in yourself to be honest with me?"

"I am honest with you," Liios bit back. "About things that matter."

"You matter to me," Ptolemy replied. "How you feel and how you are matter to me. So why don't you please do as you claim?"

It was like giving medicine to a vicious cat, but, yes. After the whole thing on the First was over, Liios really started to try putting his actions where his mouth was. He still didn't tell any of the Scions a damn thing. They found out he had this or that problem when he collapsed in front of them. But Ptolemy, he did tell. Because there was a responsibility there and Liios couldn't stand being accused of being neglectful of it.

It was striking, and it was sad, how little Ptolemy knew of Liios's various "adventures" then. How many obstacles he faced in silence, or how much he hurt about this or that, or how many things he had encountered that left him shaken and unsure. How cornered and alone he felt because of things Liios wasn't sure how to... how to put into words, or who to tell, but the words did pour out of him.

And punctuating every new, hesitant morsel of vulnerability, Liios said, "Sorry." Sorry for putting this on you. Sorry for interrupting your night, or whatever you were doing. Sorry about, you know, me. Haha.

Ptolemy let him get away with the almost habitual apologies twice before he pointed it out. And Liios said, "Well, it's not pleasant, is it. To know about these things."

"And so?" Ptolemy replied. "We all live with them. You live with them, as do I, in my course of caring for people disabled and crippled by these 'not pleasant' things." Because Ptolemy had been a doctor for fifty years, had spent the better part of three decades specifically caring for those with such long-lasting disabilities, which he knew that Liios knew.

He wondered if Liios would be offended at being called, tacitly, an obtuse person. Liios was not in fact a proud person. He hid behind labels such as dignity and pride when he thought people would be more worried about offending him and would stay away instead of pushing him to show them where he hurt. It did not matter, really, that he bled. This was undisputed fact. But Liios needed very badly for people to look away when he did, and Ptolemy could not understand why.

There was no offense taken, because ruffled feathers would be a pretension and Liios at this point in time was too tired, and also not allowed, to do such things to Ptolemy.

Instead he said, "I'm sorry."

"Can you tell me why you are sorry? Or at least, what about?"

"Generally, I suppose," Liios said, not looking at Ptolemy or at anyone else. Then, "I never imagined I would spend so many bullets to kill so many people, you know. And still, it is not enough. Ascian machinations aside, this star is full of bastards who'd tread on the backs and necks of others and call it the 'spoils of the strong'. I don't know what to tell their victims I didn't save in time except sorry."

"I am not one of them, though. You do not have to apologize to me."

"You almost were," Liios said tiredly.

There was something both humbling and terribly heavy, in knowing you were so important to someone that every choice they made, they made it with you in mind. Ptolemy had lived with the simple fact of Liios's various sacrifices for him since he was five years old; this was no different.

"I will stop, if you would like," Liios said. "Saying sorry, I mean. You are right; it is irritating and unproductive. Guilt is unproductive."

"Guilt is human, and normal," Ptolemy reminded him.

"I asked you to not harbor any over what I've left behind to keep you safe, and to save your life," Liios shook his head. "In all these years, you've kept your promise. You never told me you were sorry about what I had to do. And it was a great relief for me, to know you were able to put our exile aside and keep on living. I will do the same for you."

He peered at him. "Does it help? For me to... to tell you things like these?"

"Yes," Ptolemy said. "Please."

"Alright," Liios agreed.

He, too, had kept this promise since.

#liios suvali #ptolemy suvali

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Liios: (in the new artifact set for machinist) H... How do I look.

Estinien: You look f--(unctional)

Estinien: *sees Tataru behind Liios drawing a thumb across her throat*

Estinien, thinking he is giving a compliment: Fuckable.

Liios: Oh thanks. :D But it doesn't seem cumbersome, does it? I still need a lot of agility to fight the way I always do.

Estinien, now irritated because his first instinct had been right about what Liios is actually asking him for: Aye.

#liios suvali #liiostinien #they're just so fucking funny. i think they peak when they ARE funny

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Liios: Like me.

Estinien: ...Aye.

Liios: Oh. I mean that I understand you want to find something productive to do because I'm the same.

Estinien: Hmm, I see.

Liios: But I'm also good for what you suggested!

Estinien: Very well.

(he takes him to the training ground for sparring)

Liios could not stop wondering if he was playing mental chess or Uno with his man but either way both of them fucking lose.

#liios suvali #liiostinien