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FFXIVWRITE Day 28: Vainglory

Characters: Erichthonious, Praxithius(Y'zel Unsundered), U'tykha Tia, U'khuba Tia, U'rahn Nuh, U'goromuli, U'odh Nuhn Summary: Life imitates art...just not in the way we'd hope. Rating: T, for Tia Notes: cw: Casual Nudity

--The World Unsundered--

"Prrraxithius! Prrraxithius! Come down here right meow! Shit! I mean now!"

Erichthonius's voice boomed through his apartment, though with the ferocity it could have very be well been heard all through Amarout and possibly as far out as Elpis.

"Where arrre you," he repeated, face flushed as he stormed room to room, ripping his mask from his face and letting it fly in his rage, hood drawn over his features.

Yawning, Praxithius emerged from their bedroom draped in the other's robes, "Must you be so loud? Hyathlodeus had me up all night looking through new shark concepts. Come to bed?"

"Do not play cute with me right now! You've rrruined me," the warder yelled before tearing off his robes. A red set of cat ears popped up from Erichthonius's head, one twitching in anger while out from his slacks a matching tail swayed behind him. “This was neverrr be morrre than a bedrrroom indulgence! Who knows how many saw me like this before I caught my own reflection? Arrre your prrroud of what you’ve done? If Lahabrrreha hearrrs of thi-…DO NOT DARRRE LAUGH.”

Praxithius had his knuckle to his lips, biting the lower as he held back his outburst. “You sound adorable,” he teased before wrapping his arms around the other and drawing him in close, “Toni, please don’t be cross. I don’t think anyone will surmise our original intentions. There’s been talk that sharks have become tired, and so there were talks of lions and…well, you certainly wear it well. And taking a que from Anzem, it’s easier to ask for forgiveness than it is for permission when it comes to the Chief. And, for that matter, you as well, and there are… oh so many more creative ways I can beg.

Erichthonius fumed until he felt his lover’s hand upon his ear, rubbing on it gently. “I am not a canvas forrr yourrr crrreation magicks. What mannerrr of lion could this possibly rrrepresent!?”

“I didn’t say you were a lion, just inspired. Think of it, a whole people just like us, but with the structures and dignity of a lion pride. Regal, majestic, and who’s lives center around uplifting and providing for each other as a unit. Then at the head, their strongest of warrior or scholar at the head to guide them forward. I might tweak some of the vernacular as the purring seems a bit heavy handed…Still, can you just imagine how wonderful they all would be?”

“Not enough to wish theirrr likeness upon myself! Undo this nonsense!”

Praxithius lifted up on his toes, stealing a small kiss. “I am unsure why you did not do so yourself. All that is mine is yours, even my aetheric weavings. Did you perhaps wish to keep them on a moment longerrr, Toni?”

The warder huffed then kissed his lover back, ears lowered and tail gingerly lowering as he lifted the other up. “A moment longerrr…then neverrr again,” he hissed before carrying the other off to their bedroom.

--The Forgotten Springs--

“I swear on the Drake, I took on four sandworms at once! They didn’t even so much make it into the huntresses’ line arrow sights before I laid them low! I’d like to see the old man best that,” U’tykha boasted as he washed himself in the falling spring above beside his brother and cousin.

“Swear it? You’ve all but etched it in the gates for all to see,” U’khuba spat as he roughly raked a sponge down U’rhan’s back, causing the latter to flick his tail to swat at him to ease.

Legs crossed atop a wet rock as his cousin tended to him, U’rahn laughed out, “Yeah, you need a new tale cousin! Though I believe your worms have doubled since I heard them last.

“Indeed I think they have cousin,” U’khuba ageed.

“Yeah brother? What exactly have you done recently? Count your gil and deign to scold the huntresses without so much as lifting a sword yourself,” U’tykha asked, kicking up water to splash at them.

Shielding themselves, the targeted two moved away, U’khuba simply taking a step back while U’rahn slipped off his rock and into the shallow waters. Sitting up, the warrior shook out his head, flicking water everywhere before giving a strong splash towards the instigator.

Without his glasses, U’khuba squinted at the two, then stepped forward to box both their ears. “Enough. One wrong kick dicking around and someone will definitely lose all hope of being a Nuhn!”

His cousin and brother stopped immediately and cupped themselves, tail and ears perked.

“Oi! Wait! I am a Nuhn,” U’rahn protested.

This fell on deaf ears of course as the brothers faced each other. “And I’ll have you know, I have done more than balance our clan’s expenditures and provided constructive criticism to the front lines of defense. I brokered a deal with Lord Lolorito to be the Sultana’s exclusive supplier of tea. The Syndicate will brew nothing but the leaves from our lands for all their future hosts for the next five years, lining our coffers and providing for the tribe for the generations to come. My generation,” U’khuba boasted, crossing an arm over his waist as he pressed at his nose where his glasses would normally be.

“Oh. A lot good that little toad’s money will do us! You bow down to the man that nearly killed out little cousin here and then take his money so that we can have a nice big target on our backs for thieves? As if the worms weren’t enough!”

“With money, we can by sufficient walls! The huntresses’ might very well not need to lift a finger again!”

“You know guys, I felled a great dragon…” U’rahn offered.

“Ha! And grow complacent and weak! There are more dangers than the worms brother! The Drake have always been warriors and take great pride in it! Do you think anyone would want to bed a Tia that was too afraid to get his hands dirty?”

“And I fought Zenos yae Galvus…”

“I doubt they’d want a fool hardy idiot that can’t see the bigger picture and support them!”

“…And traveled to a whole different world and saved it from destruction…”

“Idiot! At least I’m not some quill pushing Tia that is too delicate to lift a sword!”

“…And then traveled to the edge of the universe and spared the world from the Final Days alongside my friends….”

“I’d like to even see you spell delicate!”

“And when I got back roughed up a few gods…”

“WE KNOW U’RAHN,” both brothers hissed before the three of them found themselves under a deluge of ice-cold water.

The men screamed then quickly bounced away from the pouring waters before being clocked in their heads by falling buckets. “Oi! Will you boys shut it! We’re all trying to relax over here,” U’goromuli huffed from above, her sisters glowering at her sides. “We’d tell you to get a yalm stick and measure already, but that won’t ever matter, now will it?”

With that, the huntresses disappeared back to their spot in the springs. Moments later, U’odh Nuhn stumbled through to use the springs himself, cocking a brow as he saw his son and two nephews parted away from another, hugging their knees with their noses just above the water. “What did you thrrree do now?”

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