I'm sure fucking her boyfriend is all part of your well laid, elaborate trap. Not at all your hedonistic impulses getting the better of you yet again.

He sits in silence, expression hidden by the dark grey mask on his face. The slight glow in his chest is the only indication of what he is doing - reliving the memories stored in the Azem crystal once again. The past is the only place in which he can find solace.

//the poly is in fucking shambles

Oh my god lancer quests you will always be famous to me #ffxiv | #ffxivart

Sitting next to a table with a half empty bottle of wine in his smalls because his robes did not get repaired. Angry and embarrassed and not talking. There's a spiderweb of cracks in his chest that have been sealed.

heavensward thancred #FF14 #FFXIVart

[is 'dead' on the ground somewhere for who knows how long - his 'body' doesn't rot or decay. Neither scavengers nor fungi want anything to do with him.]

Looks like someone wants to join the orchestra too! 🎵 #ffxiv #art

[is 'dead' on the ground somewhere for who knows how long - his 'body' doesn't rot or decay. Neither scavengers nor fungi want anything to do with him.]

... Hmph.

He takes in a deep, slow breath. In his mind's eye he traces the path of the air - feels it spill down his throat, fill his chest, expand it... But it's all for show. There's no blood to absorb oxygen, no carbon dioxide byproduct to expel. There's only aether in his 'veins', no heart in his >>

//Hyth has never done anything wrong ever versus How Dare You Look at Me

[he's much better with Hythlodaeus, but of course his aether battery is slowly running out..]

Standing there. Scowling.

[shows up to yell at Emet-Selch and some other Convocation members for like twenty minutes before abruptly teleporting away again]

Can you all get back to fucking work.

[Ancient Times] [storming out of the Convocation building, practically leaving storms in his wake with how he's fuming]

[he pretends not to care] [internally he's aching that there's *nothing* he can do to help]

[Oh great. He always gets extra moody when he gets rejected, again] [Time to make scarce oneself]

[Muffled, distant] FUCK

The last good idea you had was dying.

[reading LOUDER] [somehow.]

[reading]

[he doesn't need to say anything - somehow even with the mask hiding half his expression, his disgust with all of you is quite clear]

[morose]

[he wonders about the mysteries and lands of this world he's never seen] [He stares at the horizon and wonders what lies beyond it] [He wonders how far he would get before this weak vessel failed him]

Receiving art gifts of your OCs from your art friends gotta be the biggest, most serotonin-infused bliss in the entire world.

Ugh.

Also a pillow princess. V

He is a pillow princess.

SARANTUYA DALAMIQ, HYDAELYN'S MOONLIGHT Born with a feminine figure, Saran spent his youth on the farm until the loss of Dalamud inspired him to seek the truth. 5 years later, he is now the Savior of Hydaelyn; The Warrior of Light, Her Chosen. #FFXIVRP #OCRP #FantasyRP Please Like + RT.

[pinches the bridge of his nose]

//Hyth has never done anything wrong ever versus How Dare You Look at Me

//the poly is in fucking shambles

//do themis and laha mun have some kind of alarm system for when Xander posts

[Xander holds you all by the throat and shakes you]

[stares disapprovingly]

[Hythlodaeous...]

Ugh.

You have ever been incredibly sensitive to criticism.

Insufferable drunk.

Cheap whore that you are.

//a Challenger appears

[sitting still as a statue, Azem stone glowing in his chest as the mammet frantically searches his stored memories] [Where is it. Where is it.]

//my Azem is a shitty person and good for nothing except snapping any emets out of their rosy eyed nostalgia regarding Azem