Sil was not even hearing much, the battle was already initiated with these other-worldly beings. He was rather focused on eradicating the threats, the Rampart holding true as the blades hit his armor and Ancile. His gold hues lit with such blazing light, as he swiped away the appendage and stabbed that creature through.
His ears twitched as the primal finally listened to the words, smiling as Sil ducked under another attack and had to take the blow to his sword arm, “I don’t know how to bet, but if you mean you want something if you win, okay!“
Dante laughed, what an optimistic uh… cat person! The cambion would only flash his famous devil-may-care smirk as he swung the greatsword in his hands downwards to cleave a demon in two; only twisting into a snarl as his arm got snagged in a demon’s claws.
Wow, talk about super rude!
Once the demon had been taken care of, Dante glanced towards Sil.
“Loser has to pay for dinner. Sound fair?”
“I like that!“ Sil threw his shield at Dante, aiming for the demon near him, and stabbed the ground below him. Radiant light erupted in a circle of scorn, as he weaved himself into a goring blade. This was getting pretty fun, though those blades of theirs hurt…
How rude indeed.
“I BET YOU THERE IS MORE IN THE CELLAR!“ and off Sil sprinted, he totally is going to charge right into the heart of the mess…
It’s super effective! Elidibus hugs the primal tightly, a smile forming as he beeps his nose.
“Keeping out of trouble?”
“Of course I have! Well… As best as always!“ Yeah… He didn’t think he needed to mention all the stuff that happened, like time-traveling robot primal, having tea with the Goddess (who did send him flying off said platform), and a great deal more!
“OH! Did you know Starlight is coming up? Can we do something? Please?”
“Starlight…?” Elidibus blinked. He knew much, but not modern holidays.
“As long as you’re safe. Now, ah… What is Starlight?”
WHAT? Even Elidibus didn’t know Starlight? Sil knew it was a really important and fun day! And from what he has been seeing, really green and red. And sparkly! Lots of people seem to be doing more charity for the less fortunate, and others have been kind to give presents!
So, it had to be a GREAT DAY!
“I don’t know either, but I have been seeing lots of sparking trees and red hats and lots of gift-giving too!” he held the box out for the man and beamed, “SEE! THIS IS FOR YOU! I still am practicing, but I hope it’s yummy!“
He attempted a Starlight Cake… It looks fine though, so Sil must’ve done something right!
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Family/Platonic:
✩ Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.
✪ Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.
★ Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.
✬ Making them their favorite hot beverage.
☼ Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.
☀ Singing them to sleep.
☆ Getting them something they need before they ask for it.
☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.
✥ Play fighting!
❃ Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)
Shipping/Romance:
♥ Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.
♡ Kissing the corner of their eyes.
❥ Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.
❤ Whispering sweet nothings in their ear.
❦ Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.
❣ Staring deep into their eyes with adoration.
ღ Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table.
ℒ Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.
￡ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum.
Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté.
Sexual/NSFW:
✖ Soft nips at the neck and shoulder line.
✗ Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.
♦ Body worshipping their naked form, slowly.
✚ Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body.
✦ Giving a sensual massage.
♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.
▲ Dressing them up in lingerie (or gear) with gentle attention.
▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.
► Unzipping their clothes free and kissing their neck.
Screams and torrents of agony, pleas for help… Those always seemed to draw the primal towards the source. Fate always led him into the fray: and the primal walked. Things seemed to have vanished, people even spoke of certain things disappearing out of thin air. It had enraged the inhabitants, and Sil had a fair amount of blood on his sword after such scuffles.
But… It was necessary. It had to be done. He needed to find the source–?
Something tugged at his core, gold eyes looked to the chocobo stalls and a frown came. Something hurt, it really hurt… Someone was in so much pain over there. Though concealed, and ever so faint, his ears flicked to the sound.
He knew this sound… He knew this source…
So Sil went in, noting the blood with not even a secondary glance, gold eyes focused squarely on the voidsent that seemed adamant on stating he was a stranger. Such a remark made Sil sad, for his words were forgotten. Lost in whatever torrential sea Dia was drowned in, and it hurt. It hurt to see that Dia had regarded a friend so.
So Sil smiled resplendently, not at all afraid as he would walk right to Dia, sword in the sheathe, and a hand stretched out, “You think I would leave a friend sad and crying? You’re my friend Dia, of course I would come and help you out and save you when you need it most… No matter what the cost is.“
“I am here Dia, my dearest friend.”
That word… it pulled at something and he found himself backing away slightly. It wasn’t like the pain he felt when someone attacked him, something weird that he couldn’t place and gods, the moment he found it he would deal with whatever it was that caused that damned feeling. But for now he had tried to meet the other’s gaze, staring at the hand that he’d been offered. Innocent, and with the weapon sheathed it was something of a stupid move. Which was why it was even more startling when he didn’t think before placing hi hand in the other’s, letting Sil pull him into the hug that he somehow knew was coming. While the voidsent’s mind was working overtime, trying to figure out why he wasn’t actually thinking things through before doing them, his body was molding to the other’s.
Familiar wasn’t nearly close enough to describe just how he felt, and when he managed to regain control of himself again, he pushed away, sending a glare to the birds that squawked at him in the hope that he’d startle and leave. They wouldn’t understand even if he managed to find some way to freak them out. Stupid creatures, much like those mortals despite the fact that they all seemed to understand that death was at their door.
〝 Please, explain to me just how I need saving. I am hardly one of your pathetic pets, primal. But I do want to know why you are calling me Dia, and not by the the title I’ve earned, or the name I’ve been given. 〞
The noise in his head demanded this one kneel, swear to him. Primals were not mortals, and they had their uses.
Their bodies fit perfectly still, Sil’s tail curling around like Dia’s tail always did. Sil liked that, if he had to say out loud. To have that contact always made Sil happy… Even when Sil was upset by Dia’s words.
Did it ever matter what they are? Not in Sil’s mind, never in his heart… Sil was always Sil: he is a primal, he is the Warrior of Light… But he is still loving, still affectionate and friendly. Still protective of those he cherishes, and deadly when someone threatened what he loves… His blade was to protect, to save.
And Sil knows enough to know a sword won’t save Dia, a shield perhaps… But Sil had a better sword to cut this act out. He would have to fake the fact it really hurt to hear Dia say “primal“, but he had to be himself.
“… You are no pet. Nobody is a pet. Who made you a pet Dia… I will make them regret making you a pet. You are you Dia. You are never a pet, you are my friend. My equal. You didn’t care that I was a primal, that I wasn’t just a tool, I am Sil to you. And you always held me like this whenever I was sad… And whenever you are upset.”
“And… Why should I, when you gave me that name? Why should I call you as someone else, when you aren’t simply that?” Sil countered, holding the voidsent tightly so he wouldn’t try to let go, purring and nuzzling into the voidsent, “Diablos, Vermilion Lord… And all the titles in the world can’t change my view, you are dear to me Dia. I mean my words, and I know you know that. Even if you don’t seem to remember… It’s still there. You know what I mean.”
“Not out loud, but riiiiiiight there,” a poke came and bapped at his skull, trailing the fingertip down to his heart, “And here too. You know… Much as you are a voidsent, you still follow your own heart, your own desires. I believe that, because look! I’m hugging you, because you came to me! And I am gonna hug it all out of you and you can’t do a thing about it!”
Childish, and very much a silly way to resolve the issue, and yet.. It was Sil’s answer. They always held one another when one was sad, never letting go for too long. When Sil was sad, Dia held him. When Dia was hurt, Sil hugged him and watched over him.
Who is to say it won’t work?
“… Unless you need food or need to sit down… Then we can move a bit and get comfortable again, then I will continue hugging you! If anyone has a problem, I will cut them down. I am capable of that,” and there is that elation, the ears wiggling with those twinkling gold hues.
Menphina had come to him to try and pull him out of the mood he’d ended up in, and he’d pushed her away. He hadn’t meant it but now… he was certain he had no one. Historia had branded him to make sure she could keep him from harming people, he was little more than a pet to her, something to control when she felt like it. The one he thought was his had turned on him, something he did in her defense had turned around to bite him in the ass. She’d called him a monster, and avoided him. The goddess that had only worried for his well being had been tossed across the room and likely left with more than just a bruised pride.
His mistress had chosen the perfect time to jab at the wounded voidsent, picking at the wounds that she saw on the surface and bringing to light others that he really hadn’t been thinking of at the moment. Broken as he was at the time, he would just lay on the borrowed bed in the inn, listening to her chiseling away at him until it was inevitable that he’d follow her out of the damned room, head down and quietly following orders that she gave to him. Her whispers made sense, if mortals wouldn’t have him by choice, then he wouldn’t give them the choice.
He knew the thoughts weren’t his, she was twisting him back into what he’d been before, pliable and loyal, eager to tear into the first person to cross him with little care as to his deal with the gods or what he’d promised to the hyuran woman. It would start small, still struggling with himself while she pushed him into small missions. A group that had wronged her, their death would stain snow red, then more, groups trying to summon their deities but lacking the control required. Imagine their surprise when they aim for Akoman and find themselves snuffed out by the Void Prince himself.
His descent didn’t end there, the tendrils that she had touched him with once had started becoming visible. Wherever he went one could see the strands coming off him to the point where not even some of the most terrifying of creatures would come near him. It was for the best, none had stayed when he needed them, he’d do the same for other creatures that roamed Eorzea. After a few suns he’d been branded someone to avoid. A moon and he was someone with a bounty on his head, young and aspiring hunters looking at the image of a smiling miqo’te male that was listed as having been blind, and thought that they could take him on. It took two days for them to realize that there was no amount of money in it for people to even risk ending up ripped to pieces and scattered across the plains he happened to be in.
After a year… he was enemy number one. But then that was the plan… The cloud had wanted her Prince back, wanted out of the hands of mortals and to have him as the weapon that she wanted. And with her pawn back to where he belonged, she had him lead the charge. It took a night to make a serious dent in the defenses of the Twelveswood, brushing away elementals by sucking them into other dimensions, places they couldn’t escape from. They wouldn’t stop until their world enveloped theirs, they had what aether these people took for granted.
Distantly he would recognize faces pleading with him to stop. Were they supposed to be people he knew? They grabbed and pulled at arms… why hadn’t he changed back? And why did these ones seem so determined on bringing him with them. Against better judgement he allowed them to pull him away, not like his disappearance would stop what was happening now.
Pushed and shoved towards a chocobo that probably would have been all too pleased to have run away from the monster it’s owner insisted it let on it’s back. But it stayed, eyeing him warily as he was pushed onto the creature and spirited away to gods knew where. While he sat, instructed to put arms around the other lest he fall off, he stared at them and the scenery. The bloodsoaked scenery that he’d helped make. The action of hands around their waist was familiar, and slitted eyes that had been blown wide due to bloodlust and the thrill he got from battle took precious moments to rake over the back of their head. It was…
Familiar…
〝 Who art thou? And where on this damned continent dost thou plan on taking me? Not that thou really need me to speak it, but I shall regardless. Removing one pawn from the field will not earn you a victory. 〞
Screams and torrents of agony, pleas for help… Those always seemed to draw the primal towards the source. Fate always led him into the fray: and the primal walked. Things seemed to have vanished, people even spoke of certain things disappearing out of thin air. It had enraged the inhabitants, and Sil had a fair amount of blood on his sword after such scuffles.
But… It was necessary. It had to be done. He needed to find the source–?
Something tugged at his core, gold eyes looked to the chocobo stalls and a frown came. Something hurt, it really hurt… Someone was in so much pain over there. Though concealed, and ever so faint, his ears flicked to the sound.
He knew this sound… He knew this source…
So Sil went in, noting the blood with not even a secondary glance, gold eyes focused squarely on the voidsent that seemed adamant on stating he was a stranger. Such a remark made Sil sad, for his words were forgotten. Lost in whatever torrential sea Dia was drowned in, and it hurt. It hurt to see that Dia had regarded a friend so.
So Sil smiled resplendently, not at all afraid as he would walk right to Dia, sword in the sheathe, and a hand stretched out, “You think I would leave a friend sad and crying? You’re my friend Dia, of course I would come and help you out and save you when you need it most… No matter what the cost is.“
It’s super effective! Elidibus hugs the primal tightly, a smile forming as he beeps his nose.
“Keeping out of trouble?”
“Of course I have! Well… As best as always!“ Yeah… He didn’t think he needed to mention all the stuff that happened, like time-traveling robot primal, having tea with the Goddess (who did send him flying off said platform), and a great deal more!
“OH! Did you know Starlight is coming up? Can we do something? Please?”
Almace was drawn with a smile, but at least this guy was also serious, with a really serious looking sword! That one looked cool, but was it a Dark Knight sword? A Paladin blade? The sword he had didn’t seem familiar, and his sword’s anima did not know as well, noting the light stare at this new person and returning to Sil’s weapon.
Alright, they are ready to go…
“I hope they brought some yummy food afterwards! That would be nice!” Sil cheered, and opened the door, noting the peculiar monsters all turn at the two of them. Sure were a lot of them! All icky and gross and they all seemed to look at his new friend!
Sil didn’t waste a whole lot of time going inside the rather dangerous territory, let alone throw his shield in the first puppet thing.
Heh.
This Sil’s optimism was infectious. Dante could practically feel his blood sing as he launched himself head first at a demon, swinging Rebellion in a wide arc to cleanly slice through them. He then threw the greatsword with ease, leaping after to land on top of the demon it impaled before pulling it free.
“Hey kid, how much do you wanna bet I’ll kill more of them before ya?” He dodged a slash, but his coat got snagged in the demon’s claws, which earned a scowl.
Talk about rude!
Sil was not even hearing much, the battle was already initiated with these other-worldly beings. He was rather focused on eradicating the threats, the Rampart holding true as the blades hit his armor and Ancile. His gold hues lit with such blazing light, as he swiped away the appendage and stabbed that creature through.
His ears twitched as the primal finally listened to the words, smiling as Sil ducked under another attack and had to take the blow to his sword arm, “I don’t know how to bet, but if you mean you want something if you win, okay!“
Sil noticed the look, but said nothing. This is a hunter, one that seemed to know what Sil was meaning. But if this is his first time around, then he may not be okay against it… And Sil would hate to see a new friend be killed or used in whatever was there.
“Sure! Follow me Dante!“ and off he lead the man to the Manor, looking about to and fro…
Odd. There’s no Ahrimans… There’s usually floating eyeballs around.. But there was a hint in the air. Something really bad… The sound was there.
“Are you a strong hunter? I’d hate to see a new friend be dead, this isn’t going to be a quiet stroll. It’d probably be a raging party inside!” light as his tone was: Sil was worried, and more or less hesitant to drag someone with a primal to clear the manor.
He followed with a cautious air around him; despite his tense stature, he remained upbeat and joked occasionally as they walked. Dante wasn’t a stranger to danger - in fact often times he went looking for it. So it wouldn’t be much of a surprise when they arrived at this… manor? He raised a brow, wondering exactly what it was going on.
– Ah.
His eyes widened, and his grin turned predatory.
“I’m ready to rock, buddy. Let’s bring the party to them, eh?” What should he open with, Rebellion? Or maybe the twin guns.
… Rebellion it is.
Almace was drawn with a smile, but at least this guy was also serious, with a really serious looking sword! That one looked cool, but was it a Dark Knight sword? A Paladin blade? The sword he had didn’t seem familiar, and his sword’s anima did not know as well, noting the light stare at this new person and returning to Sil’s weapon.
Alright, they are ready to go…
“I hope they brought some yummy food afterwards! That would be nice!” Sil cheered, and opened the door, noting the peculiar monsters all turn at the two of them. Sure were a lot of them! All icky and gross and they all seemed to look at his new friend!
Sil didn’t waste a whole lot of time going inside the rather dangerous territory, let alone throw his shield in the first puppet thing.
“Close enough! It’s easier to say Sil though, Dante!“ Sil honestly didn’t care, his patience is ever the virtue, “And yeah! Well, not just the hunts and assisting other people in need, but exploring too! Are you an adventurer too? Or do you hunt? If you are a hunter, you can follow me! We can go after some big, bad things!“
It was the truth, Sil heard about some bad things near Haukke Manor, the Wailers spoke of puppets with scissors and other odd creatures that were not known voidsent. Seeing as Sil had cleared the place twice, they asked of him to enter there again… And more company is fun! (Unnecessary, as he is good enough, but maybe this man would wanna play.)
The smile faded a bit when Sil spoke of hunting big, bad things. Demons in the area? He could sense a vague… semblance of a signature - but it was too weak for him to acutely tell from this distance. For a moment his brilliant blue eyes dimmed slightly, and his lips pulled into a snarl – and just like that he was back to normal again.
Ah, sometimes he hated his demonic heritage.
“Sure, no problem k - Sil.” He grinned. A hunter’s grin.
“Lead the way.”
Sil noticed the look, but said nothing. This is a hunter, one that seemed to know what Sil was meaning. But if this is his first time around, then he may not be okay against it… And Sil would hate to see a new friend be killed or used in whatever was there.
“Sure! Follow me Dante!“ and off he lead the man to the Manor, looking about to and fro…
Odd. There’s no Ahrimans… There’s usually floating eyeballs around.. But there was a hint in the air. Something really bad… The sound was there.
“Are you a strong hunter? I’d hate to see a new friend be dead, this isn’t going to be a quiet stroll. It’d probably be a raging party inside!” light as his tone was: Sil was worried, and more or less hesitant to drag someone with a primal to clear the manor.
And cue small purring sounds, “But Ita, you are pretty! And I wanted to visit you!”
“You are welcome to visit me anytime dear,” she keeps petting and scratching at him. “You know that if you wiggle your ears for me you are welcome whenever!”
“Then I will wiggle my ears for you as much as you would like Ita! I like it best when you are smiling!” Sil always liked smiles, smiles were far better than frowns! The child-like Miqo’te ever believed it, so it was never a problem to seek the Elezen and be at her side for some time.
