Aymeric de Borel || (Semi-Hiatus)

Hey.

Yes you. I'm looking at you. Come a little closer. You look so nice. Yes, come even closer. I want to tell you something special. Good boy. Now let me press my cheek against your cheek. Listen to my voice while I breathe these words into your ear.

Label your nsfw posts.

honest with myself and with you.

I’m looking to get back into therapy and do what I need to do to get through this instead of being swallowed whole.

Getting a job I don’t hate would definitely help, though. Fingers crossed.

|| Hey there.

If I’m honest, I’m… not doing great. The combination of depression and burnout is not a great mix, and I have not been feeling creative despite how much I love to write.

I don’t want to go on full hiatus since I still /might/ pop up and write, but I figured it was time to be +

Do I also have to move?

a close up of a statue of a dragon with a lot of sharp wings and sharp teeth . ALT: a close up of a statue of a dragon with a lot of sharp wings and sharp teeth .

won't lie my sexuality is whatever this is

looks like it's that time again. happy tax season, my friends.
#judepawgpose

Rp account for Hancock Fitzgerald, NPC from #FFXIV

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“My beloved, you are so… there are not the words to describe how beautiful you are.”

aymeric when there’s no birch syrup in his tea idk I’m not ishgardian

Ah, it makes a splendid caricature, my friend! Thank you for sharing it with me.

|| oh gods why

Ten minutes in and Aymeric is snoring, clearly he was more exhausted than he let on. His face looks peaceful, the lines of his face softened in slumber.

Five minutes later, it’s evident he’s not waking up any time soon.

complain about getting to spend more time with you.”

Aymeric’s cheeks pinken, but he smiles down at his wife.

“As long as it doesn’t pass whatever I’ve got onto you, my love.” He concedes, and kisses the top of her head. “Although I suppose that means I’d get to take care of you once I recover.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “I’m not one to +

they walk along.

“Thank you.” He says quietly, smiling down at her.

He nods, wiping the sleep from his eyes with his free hand as T’asir leads him from his office.

Once outside, he straightens out of habit, doing his level best to appear the picture of health in spite of how flushed and tired he knows he must look. He still depends on T’asir to steady him as +

Aymeric relents, letting Kiana lead him to the couch where he flops in an undignified manner, but he’s quite frankly too tired to care. Out of habit, he wraps Kiana in his arms, nuzzling the top of her head.

“Fifteen minutes…” He murmurs with a yawn…. And promptly falls asleep.

there's been a dramatic push toward the unemotional since the world wars. i love 19th century novels where everyone is sobbing and fainting and marveling at the beauty and cruelty of the world, just absolutely goin crazy w emotions

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Can't get better at drawing brown/black skin if you don't.
Can't get better at capturing brown/ brown skin in a screenshot if you don't.
Camaras wasn't invented to capture brown/dark skin but we still became photographers.
Most shaders are not made for brown/black OCs but we still take them.

T’asir’s thigh for a moment before gathering the strength he has to stand up.

He takes a moment to steady himself, still groggy from sleep and woozy from fever, his hand held out for want of support.

He looks back at the reports on his desk - some he’s drooled on, evidently. That will have to be carefully dried so that the ink doesn’t smear…

“I /was/ trying to get these done before it got worse, but it appears my work has hastened it along instead.” Aymeric groans, and leans his head on +

anything pressing, is it?”

“I will, I will. No paperwork.” He promises, lifting Lumeria’s hand to kiss the back of it. “I strongly suspect if I did not, you would ensure I got my rest through whatever means necessary.” There’s an amused glint in his eyes as he looks up at her. “I hope my illness isn’t keeping you from +

Aymeric’s expression falls. “I’ve never missed making a homecoming dinner for you…” He sighs and follows where Kiana is leading him. “‘Tis something of a tradition to me, and one I enjoy.” He gives her a rueful smile.

behind her and he sees it is well past supper time. "Ah. It appears my nap overextended itself. My apologies."

Slowly, he stirs, blearily blinking his eyes as the unfocused world slowly loses the blurry filter its acquired from the crusting on his eyelids.

Once he can see properly, he sees T'asir above him, and he smiles. "T'asir, 'tis good to see you. Is it supper time alre-" His eyes catch on the clock +

Aymeric opens his mouth to protest, but decides it's wiser to not do so, remembering his wife's keen sense of smell. He looks at her apologetically. "It appears so, mon coeur. Whatever has been going around the House of Lords seems to have sunk its teeth into me, I'm afraid."