#urainger

[esprei]

I'm a different anon, but on the topic of FFXIV, there is a character named Emet-Selch and that could open up a lot of possibilities or puns with Emmet specifically, for me at least

ohhh i think i've seen this character before! at least when i was looking up ffxiv videos with the japanese voices so that i could listen to urianger sdfkjsldfj

#anonymous #asks #urainger's japanese va is kenn who voices judai in ygo gx #(but urainger's voice is closer to haou who is also judai but... well long story if you don't know ygo gx) #anyway that's really funny i could see some possibility in that #the guy looks to be a villain too so maybe that could open possibilities for villain emmet?

[minarcana]

@summoned-anima so i can get this into beta editor and enable trimming

The Enkidu written of made Urianger expect someone with a slightly more human core, due only to the fact he has seen Lancer manifest and they were in the shape of humanity. Surely, he assumed, it was a form showing they had taken themselves from their later time periods.

But, Urianger is forcing himself to learn, legends do not always transliterate to the Servant born of them, at least not in a way so easy to guess. "A good question." He thinks on it for a moment, looking up and concentrating. "To be human is... to be able to make decisions of thy own fate. To strive for understanding and a bettering of self or greater society, and to grow from connection with others. Would that not be a suitable answer?"

#summoned-anima #ic : urainger #timeline : fate

[kokoakoka]

some tatarurellas

i couldn't find a wand accessory at the time and didn't like the lighting enough to bother editing one in but fairy godmother urainger is so important

#tataru taru #Urianger Augurelt #copy and pasted from googe i could not rmbr his last name #also finding the right angle to take a sc of a lalafell and elezen is HELL

[samldh1]

Awkward job change ~ Y'shtola and Urainger

#final fantasy #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #artists on tumblr #character art

[stasisarbiter]

Decided to get back on the MSQ Train. HSW patch quests, away!

Vidofnir promising she'll have an answer within Lucia's lifetime and Lucia responding with "So soon?" is a neat back and forth.

Krile has appeared, whoever that is. Apparently she got mad dirt on Alphinaud is who she is, lmao, never seen this boy so flummoxed.

Alphinaud is very good at drawing to impress girls and can draw from memory. And has seen Y'shtola naked (and has his foot in his mouth apparently) so he can in fact draw Y'shtola 18+ doujins.

Damn, can't believe my man Ravana got clapped like this. Oh hey it's BRD, PLD, WAR, WHM, and BLM from the ARR intro cinematic where gramps goes vaporized. Oh they evil now? Rude. Is that Thancred? Looks different. Okay it is Thancred, damn man, life out here has not been kind to you. Lol my man got dropped here butt-ass naked and said "Welp time to make a knife"

So no idea how the WoDs passed by unnoticed. Since they're in the opening, perhaps they got TP'd to a far away land? or TP'd to the future, or I guess now the present? But why evil?

Hooray, potential treaty with the dragons! I wish Ysayle was here too Alphinaud.

AYO THAT'S RUDE Okay he's gonna be fine. Damn, Hilda really called Thancred a boomer. Priest man sus. Damn I'm good. It's time for a raid. Vidofnir for the clutch. I like to think since I'm playing as DRG my WoL would have run the priest through and jumped to save the girl. Oh nyo, he no longer can use magicks?

Fortemps Kite Shield!!! Man I hope Urainger isn't evil, I'd be sadge. Twin shoes! But Alphinaud's with me so, Alisaie?

Yda and Papalymo seem to be doing well, perhaps leading an Ala Mhigan resistance group? I know Yda's Ala Mhigan at least. Hooray Mom's back! Man, Thancred's even more moody than ever, much less fun, but understandable given the situation. Also heterochromatic now for some reason?

Heavensward Patch Quests shaping up to be real fun, gotta get the band back together, maybe help Thancred through his loss of magic, and deal with Niddstinien at some point. Dealing with Niddstinien seems like a end of HSW event though.

#stasis plays ffxiv #heavensward spoilers

[potassium-pilot]

FFXIVWrite 2022 Day 8: Tepid

Urianger watched the Scions leave the Rising Stones on their way to meet with the Eorzean Alliance to discuss the towers and Fandaniel’s ominous decree. Estinien seemed content to remain behind to avoid potential badgering from Aymeric, leaving him alone with the learned Elezen. Just as he proposed he may do when Dia asked him what he’ll be doing if not joining them, he approached the dragoon.

That said, he didn’t know the first thing about Estinien. Nor did he know how to converse with someone in a way that didn’t pertain to serious business very well without having known them well.

“Pray…dost thou fancy…miscellany?”

Estinien gave a quizzical look. “Er…in what way?”

The conversation was going south. Urianger panicked internally. “Well…what literature hast thou partaken in recently?”

“Literature?” Estinien thought and said, “I can’t say I’ve partaken in anything recently. Reading wasn’t a priority when I served in Ishgard, and after leaving, I hadn’t encountered many books in my travels.”

I shall needeth approach this carefully, Urianger thought. “Might I recommend something light for thee?”

“Er, sure.” Estinien figured there was little better to do than entertain his request anyhow. He wasn’t sure where the training dummies were and if they’d withstand his efforts. Urianger’s excitement was writ plain on his face as he led him into Dawn’s Respite. From there, Urianger pulled out his collection of tomes from under his bed, making Estinien’s eyebrows raise.

“Elementary Aetherology, Myth of the Twelve, Divine Prophecy for the Unsophisticated”, Urianger read through titles aloud until he stumbled upon what he was looking for and held it up. “Here it is!” Urianger then turned to Estinien and handed him his find.

“Fables of Eld”, Estinien read aloud, “So you would have me read fairy tales.”

“Not quite. The title is misleading, for the contents of this book are a much larger story that doth involve such fairy tales, but doth not focus on any one alone.”

Estinien hummed. “I have to admit. I didn’t think something like this would be in your collection. From what I saw, you prefer more philosophical reading.”

Urianger gave a sad smile. “‘Twas a gift from my late friend, Moenbryda.”

Estinien looked back and gave a stoic nod. “Then I’ll treat it with care.” He then utilized one of the chairs in the room to sit and read. Urianger sat next to him with a book containing information on astral and umbral balancing, and the two proceeded to read in silence. Urianger had cycled through some pages by the time he glanced at Estinien to see his progress. He had gone through maybe half of the first chapter by the time Urianger had consumed a quarter of his book.

By the Twelve, I shall be withered and left decomposing in the ground by the time he reacheth the halfway point, he thought.

“Is something wrong?” Estinien asked as he noticed him staring.

Urainger had a far more stern expression on his face that came from his focus, his eyes squinting and his mouth in a frown. “Ah, pray forgive me. I merely wish to know how thou likest your reading.”

“Hm. It’s all right.”

Urianger blinked. “And that…that is thy only thought on the book?”

“I’ve not made it that far yet.”

Urianger nodded. “Very well. I shan’t interrupt thee again.” He went back to his own, continuing to read at a pace that one could only describe as ‘frightening’. Some moments passed yet again, this time with Urianger about halfway through his tome when he asked, “How far along hast thou made it?”

Estinien answered annoyedly, “I’m about a third of the way through chapter one.”

Whence dost thy sluggish reading speed come, Urianger asked himself.

“Er, I shall check on the status of my comrades. Why dost thou not keepest the book in thy collection for a time?” Urianger offered.

“Hm. Very well.”

Urianger nodded and left. Once he entered the lobby of the Rising Stones, Tataru asked, “So, how do you like our newest member?”

“I’ve no grievances as to the measure of the dragoon’s strength. Verily, I do wonder if the dragon slayer cannot slay the challenges in his intellectual prowess.”

“So…is that a no from you?” Tataru tried to clarify.

“To borrow his own words, he is ‘all right’.”

“Hm. Maybe you just need more time. He just got here after all.”

“Mayhap so. Until then, I’ve no wish to sit and wait for the man to finish one chapter, and so I ask of thee if our comrades have sent word.”

“Ah. Nothing yet.”

The door opened and Estinien came out with a wide eyed look. “You mean to tell me that the princess hadn’t even bothered to ask the dragon of his purpose?”

Urianger couldn’t help but give a small smile. “Dost thou believe this to be the right course?”

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that the dragons do nothing to intentionally harm without good reason. Why she’d order the cannons fired at him without finding proper recourse…”

Urianger chuckled. “Perhaps thou may wish to keep reading. I will say that Moenbryda would happily agree with thee were she still with us.”

Estinien harumphed and went back into Dawn’s Respite.

“Seems a bit hypocritical coming from a former dragon slayer.”

“Thou may thinkest what thou may wish, but he understands the purpose of the tale. Aye, he readeth at a pace akin to a crawling babe, but so long as he absorbeth the contents, ‘tis all that matters.”

—————

Urianger, long having worked with Thancred and the Loporrits, sat in the station where the Ragnarok docked and the entrance to the Aitiascope was guarded. In the middle of a conversation with Livingway, he heard footsteps clad in armor behind him approaching his location.

“Urianger”, he heard. The astrologian turned to face Estinien, still in his normal armor.

“Ah, it hath been too long, Ser Estinien. Pray, what bringest thou to me?” It was in that moment that he noticed the tome he lent him an age ago.

“I just finished it. I figured since it was a gift from your friend, it may be better suited in your possession than in mine.”

Urianger smiled and retrieved the book from Estinien’s grasp. “Thank you, my friend. What didst thou thinkest of the Fables of Eld?”

“I liked it. I’m glad to see that Ayrkalla and Princess Magdalene settled their differences.”

“Indeed so. Pray, thou hast come a long way from Radz-at-Han, wherefore dost thou not rest here?”

“I’ve one more visit to make at Leveilleur Manor before Vrtra will want me back at the palace, so I’m afraid I’ve not the time. ‘Til next time.”

Urianger nodded, “Until we meet again.”

Estinien waved and walked away. Urianger turned back to Livingway, who asked, “And what was all that about?”

“Oh, merely returning an item of great import to me.” Yet, even though he was glad to have had the book returned to him, a thought couldn’t help but cross his mind.

Nearly a year hath passed since we crossed the great expanse together and thou hast only finished now?

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite 2022 #urianger augerelt #estinien varlineau #tataru taru #writing #fanfiction #i wanted to write a possible scenario of what these two were up to while we were at that meeting #i wish i had a witness to have seen me figure out a translation to Urianger-speak for ‘so….do you like…stuff?’

[naturesbeat]

@voidalbound continued from x

𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝙿𝚂 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 at Zero's reply. That did sound like them. As for herself, well. Eydis chewed over her reply with a particularly sweet mouthful of mango. It wasn't that long ago that she simply didn't have anywhere else to be. Nowhere had ever felt like home the way Golmore had - but Gridania...the scions...

They came close.

Smiling, she jerked her head toward the raucous table behind them where Thancred, Urainger, and G'raha were all four rounds deep and joked, "They would be lost without me."

#𝙴𝚈𝙳𝙸𝚂 » ic. #voidalbound #okay that's actually a lot cooler LOL #missed opportunity on my part #but omg i luv seeing zero around ;u; #𝙶𝙴𝙽 » ffxiv.

[uriangerswife]

keep my love smiling thank you!!!

#ffxiv #Final Fantasy #final fantasy xiv #urianger augurelt #urainger #ffxiv endwalker #endwalker

[winterstorm032802]

Losing Control

Ascian: *takes control of Nora*

Nora: *freezes and gasps*

Alphinaud: Nora..?

Nora: *dark energy swirls around her as she faces Alphinaud with a blank expression*

Alphinaud: Nora... *sides steps to the right and summons Moonstone Carbuncle to his side*

Moonstone: *goes to Alphinaud*

Nora: *summons Emerald*

Emerald: *looks at Nora noticing who she wants her to attack*

Nora: *looks at Emerald* Go

Emerald: *let's out a small cry and attacks Moonstone*

Moonstone: *cries out and begins fighting*

Alphinaud: Nora please don't do this

Nora: *steps closer to Alphinaud preparing to cast Ruin III

Alphinaud: Nora...

Nora: *blinks as the light returns to her eyes but it quickly goes away*

Alisaie: *blocks Ruin III*

Nora: *tail bristles and she growls using Deathflare*

Alisaie & Alphinaud: *get blown back*

Y'Shtola: Thancred! *begins casting Blizzaga*

Thancred: *uses quick shot*

Y'Shtola: *casts the spell*

Nora: *jumps back and summons Bahamut-Egi*

Ascian: Your no match against your own Warrior of Light it seems!

Urianger: We must get her back

Y'Shtola: We shall but the question is how?

Alphinaud: *takes a deep breath in and runs to Nora*

Alisaie: Alphinaud!

Nora: !

Alphinaud: *slams Nora down to the ground, pinning her as he whisks away her Arcane book*

Nora: *glares at Alphinaud*

Bahamut-Egi: *uses Akh Morn*

Y'Shtola: *summons a barrier to protect the two*

Nora: *growls*

Alphinaud: This isn't you Nora! Wake up! This Ascian has no control over you and I won't let you go down like this!

Nora: *struggles against Alphinaud* Let.. Me go!

Alphinaud: *wraps his hands around her wrists and stops her from moving her legs* Listen to me! Your much too strong to be controlled, I know you!

Nora: *struggles* YOU KNOW NOTHING!

Bahamut-Egi: *disappears*

Emerald: *comes back and starts using wind slash*

Moonstone: *takes the hit and body slams into Emerald*

Emerald: *cries out and escapes from Moonstone, running to Nora*

Alphinaud: Nora please!

Ascian: *increases the power*

Nora: *groans and shouts as the dark energy spreads*

Thancred: That's enough! Alisaie come join me!

Alisaie: Got it!

Thancred and Alisaie go after the Ascian

Emerald: *cries out and takes the Arcane book out of Alphinaud's hands*

Alphinaud: !

Nora: *reaches her hand out to her Arcane book* Give it to... Me!

Emerald: *tosses it to Urianger*

Urianger: *grabs ahold of the book* Thank you kind friend

Emerald: *squeaks*

Nora: *growls*

Alphinaud: Nora, please!

Nora: *groans*

Alphinaud: (I need to distract her somehow) ... *hugs Nora tightly and pulls her close to him* Stay with me

Nora: *struggles to get out* NO!

Ascian: *bleeds out and disappears*

Nora: *stops moving*

Alphinaud: Nora? Oh Gods please don't be dead!

Y'Shtola: She's merely sleeping

Alphinaud: *entangles his hands into her hair softly* Thank the Twelve

Alisaie: That was brave, rushing head in, did you even think on that?

Alphinaud: Honestly, not at all

Nora: *holds onto Alphinaud as she shifts a little bit*

Alphinaud: *smiles* I'm glad your safe, now let us bring her home

#i did this cause i want to #i want to be pinned down b-- #alphinaud leveilleur #alphinaud x wol #alphinaud #alphinaud x wod #alphianud x nora #nora drividot #alisaie leveilleur #alisae #y'shtola rhul #y'shtola #urianger augurelt #urainger #thancred waters #thancred #i spent too much time on this but i like how this turned out

[drachenblood]

@riddlemancer​:  confiscates his wallet … quietly

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬  should  he  fail  to  forage  his  own,  a  kit  for  wounds  should  his  instincts  fail  him  and  another  for  both  armor  and  lance.  The  usual  fare  needed  ere  he’d  set  off  once  more  with  naught  but  his  satchel  and  the  clothes  on  his  back.  With  no  destination  in  mind,  he’s  in  no  great  hurry  yet  full  eager  had  he  been  to  leave.  Years  spent  confined  to  Ishgard  and  her  surroundings  and  now…  now  his  heart  desires  only  to  wander.  Go  wherever  the  winds  may  take  him.  He  snorts.  

 The  merchant  names  his  price,  the  sound  of  it  seemingly  fair.  Though  who  is  he  to  judge  what  is  and  what  isn’t.  Had  the  numbers  been  outrageous  he’d  paid  it  anyway.  Let  others  like  the  coinkeeper  worry  and  suffer  through  the  tedium  of  bartering.  He’d  not  the  patience  for  such  drivel.  

 He  reaches  for  his  coin  purse  only  for  his  fingers  to  grasp  empty  air.  Strange.  ‘Tis  not  where  it  should  be  and  again  he  digs  into  his  other  pocket.  Not  there  either.  Now  begins  the  frantic  search,  hands  patting  about  his  person  for  the  obvious  bulge  and  finds  nothing.  The  merchant  watches,  seemingly  unimpressed  though  that  at  least  is  curtailed  with  his  most  menacing  glower.  

 Hours  later  he  storms  into  the  Waking  Sands,  a  man  on  a  warpath.  Woe  betide  the  person  who’d  taken  his  money.

#riddlemancer #🐉┇IC #⭐┇VERSE: LITANY #🐉┇ASKS #omg urainger is fucking dead #F

[emetkoto]

good news for eme fans as of 6.1 she is officially a milf

#words of mimi #ocs #eme #dont care if they say its only been a month she and urainger have had their first kid my rules

[minarcana]

@dawnblazers asked:

" I didn't know where else to go" from Minvera or Thancred send me ask memes // always accepting !!

Urianger beckons Minvera to follow after him with a shake of the head. "How cold, that I should apparently be thy last resort. Mine aid is always available to thee, thou must know this." He's worried about the disheveled and distressed state the other is in, but there's also concern about what there could be that possibly would make Urianger (or any other Scion) a last resort.

Now that Minerva has been nicely sequestered from anyone who could be newly seeking to kill him, Urianger glances him over. He's rather worse for wear, and seems a combination of irritated and distressed. Urainger steps before him and holds out a hand, the warm flow of medical aether ghosting over Minerva's form.

A diagnostic. There's some disarray in the usual balance that Urianger will have to look more deeply into, as well as physical injury dug beneath his clothing. Urianger begins casting benefics, and wounds smoothly begin to knit themselves closed with a flush of gentle warmth that shoos back pain. "Is there aught I should know, or leave thee to discretion?"

#dawnblazers #ic : urianger

[abimee]

i make the jokes but tock and estinien are actual besties estinien cares for tock by end of ew but hes so emotionally constipated that urainger has to hold a gun to his back to remind him to watch his manners. he can be a well intentioned dickhead to others because they understand but if he doesnt watch it and uses the wrong tone of voice around tock hes getting put through the window

#every ody must be nice to tock forever

[beetlebrownleaf]

#FFxivWrite2020 - Prompt #17 - Fade

[Entry Masterpost]

Wrote a little something hinting at my A!Urainger. Suggestive NSFW themes toward the end, nothing explicit. ~770 words. SHB spoilers, of course.

It had begun when he chose to study the stars. These dreams, like little motes, faded and out of focus, dancing across his vision. Sometimes voices and feelings, some warm and joyful and some decidedly cold or unpleasant. When he did not dream of holding his beloved in his arms, this was the place his mind went to. 

The stars had always brought him comfort, but never before had he felt such a strange pull towards them. When the Light had faded, revealing the night behind it, he began his studies in earnest - and the feeling intensified ten-fold. 

He did not understand why they seemed to call to him, begging to be seen, to be heard and understood. It made no sense. Stranger still was the fact that the stars seemed to cause his mind to drift towards the late Emet-Selch.

Perhaps it was the way his mouth formed around the word itself; the way he referred to Hydaelyn- ah, or, perhaps, whatever it was his kind had called the world that came before.

Too weak and feeble-minded to serve as stewards of any star!

The phrase ripped into his mind like a blade through fabric. Ah. Perhaps that is why the stars brought his mind to the Ascian.

But… no, that wasn’t quite right, was it?

As usual, he looked off into space, brows furrowed trying desperately to figure it out.

Was it because… no, no, it was… it was… what was it?

And when he would lay in bed, he grasped yet again for it. Something on the edge of his mind, something familiar, but with no rhyme or reason or seemingly relation to anything at all. Why did he have such a strong association with Emet-Selch and the stars?

...Hades and the stars.

On this particular night, Beetle sleeping peacefully beside him, he wondered, and wondered… and then he wondered why he was wondering in the first place. Why did this plague him so? Why did he long for the answer when he did not even know the question?

Fast as his mind ran, sleep eventually overtook him, and he began to dream.

The stars appeared slowly, one by one, and there he sat in an observatory chair, gazing through a large astroscrope. 

“You work too hard,” he heard a voice say, “It is late. Time for my stars to come home.”

“Bah, there is a section I have not yet studied tonight,” he found himself saying, but with a very, very different voice, “Let me chart it and then we can leave.”

“Vesper.” 

“Ohh, fine.”

He rose from the seat and gathered his things, as the robed figure he had been speaking to leaned against a railing.

“You know how Branwen worries,” he said.

“Tsk, I know how you worry, more like.”

Then the dream faded, warping like darkness into a new scene: he was being held in the arms of… someone. Who, he could not figure out, but they had him gently pinned against a cool marble wall, and their lips were locking together and their hands wandered all over the other… it was all alarmingly familiar. 

“Oh, how terrible of you two,” someone else had said, “To leave me out of such a thing.”

The dream faded and put itself back together again, and this time it was… lurid. No, downright filthy. He felt a body in his lap, and another behind, both moving against him and sighing his name - what was it again…? 

Vesper, ohh, my beloved-- I’m so close, please… 

My loves, my loves, my sun and my stars… ohh, how I adore you both so… 

He soon felt a sweet, blissful feeling all over his body, running through him like water, over and over again, until he awoke with a gasp. He looked to his left: thank goodness, he had not disturbed his wife.

He shook his head, quietly rising to have himself a drink of water while he thought.

The figure had called him something. Both of them had called him something. But what was it? By Thaliak, what in the hells was it? 

He grunted softly in frustration; he knew he heard it. But it was slipping away from him, fading, fading fast - until he was forced to concede that whatever it was, it was most certainly gone now. Damn.

Urianger turned to return to bed, but stopped when he saw a bright star on the horizon. He approached the window and opened it, wondering… 

...and then, when the sight ultimately stirred nothing within him, he sighed heavily and close it, heading back to bed.

#ffxivwrite2020 #ffxivwrite

[owlespresso]

Intimacy Headcanons / Emet-Selch and Thancred Waters

Raunchy content beneath the read more. You have been warned. Tip Jar

Emet-Selch

Sweet talks and banters his way into your bed. He sneaks subtle touches into your interactions, a hand on the small of your back, his lips close to your ear. 

Plays coy, tries to get you to ask for it even if he’s the one initiating/showing obvious interest.

Prefers to be dominant.. It takes a lot of time for him to feel comfortable in letting you top and set the pace.

He’s more accepting of body worship, loves it when you kiss his inner thighs. 

He doesn’t view blowjobs as necessary, but he’s utterly flattered if you decide to actually give him one.

Willing to adjust to make sure you’re comfortable, of course.

Likes to have at least some part of you restrained, whether it be your wrists behind your back, your legs to the bedposts, etc.

Capable of summoning black tentacles, which he can use to restrain you in any number of interesting, intimate positions.

Insufferable tease. He’ll deny you orgasm until you’re desperately begging him for release, unable to think about anything besides him.

Shoves his leg in between your thighs and lifts you with it. Gets off on seeing you grind and cum against his thigh.

Insufferable tease. Loves to hear that you need him.

Sweet during aftercare. He’ll carry you to the bathroom, run you a warm bath and gently place you in the tub, helping you wash off. If you’re too tired for that, he cleans you with a cloth and rubs anywhere that’s sore.

Thancred Waters

Avid fan of casual sex. It’s a fantastic way to blow off some steam without the baggage of an actual relationship. Throughout most of ARR, his nights out on the town often wind up with him landing in someone else’s bed.

Even if he’s with a partner he’s likely to never see again, he’s thoroughly attentive to their needs. He loves both giving and receiving pleasure.

Prefers to give oral rather than receive it. Wants you to rest your thighs on his shoulders and squeeze them around his head.

Also loves having his hair pulled. Yank him to wherever you want him to go. He savors being pushed around, ordered to where you want him most. The less he has to think, the better. All he wants to do is feel.

Experimental and flexible. He’ll go through any position you’d like and try almost everything at least once.

Particularly a fan of having you seated on his lap, back to chest. If you have breasts, he’ll sneak his hands around to squeeze and tease them.

Has had his fair share of small trysts in closets and other, semi-public spaces. The risk excites him. Though, a few close calls with Urainger have dissuaded him from trying anything in the Waking Sands.

Loves being treated roughly. Bite him, scratch him, make him beg for release. Being able to relinquish intimate control to someone he truly trusts is relieving. 

Not nearly as active from Heavensward onwards. On the occasion, he’ll search for a random tryst to get his mind off his current woes, but sex doesn’t occupy nearly as much time as it used to.

His brief flings are more fast-paced. Only with more attached and emotional partners does he take up a slow and more measured pace.

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Urainger, y u no talk in plain english!! -insert frustrated hands motion- D':