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Lucky Blackthorne

Fortune's Pendulum

"Know that I'll kill your god if I have to.
Maybe even if I don't."

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Having spent most of his life alone or in bad company, Lucky is uncomfortable with emotion and has difficulty expressing himself both physically and verbally. Because of this, he is always calculating how to act based upon what he thinks his current company will want, often doing things he would rather not without even realizing it. While this leaves him quite prone to manipulation, he is truly content to simply follow orders more often than not, and loves to be underestimated. The lower someone's expectations of him are, the better - he will even play into it, putting effort into maintaining whatever mould others have created for him. Additionally, his unfamiliarity with emotions makes him easy to fluster.Unintentionally, Lucky tends to cause a lot of trouble - or at the very least be indirectly involved. There was the matter of getting robbed and missing his boat to Limsa Lominsa after trying and failing to catch the culprit, after which he had accidentally smuggled himself onto a boat that hosted illegal competitive fights, and was then forced to compete after getting caught. After winning each match, however, he found himself enjoying the cruel violence of it and became a regular competitor, which lead to his meeting with Azamald Blackthorne, who later became his partner. He also has a lifetime ban from the Gold Saucer after a string of accusations, having won heinously in every Triple Triad match despite not understanding the rules.For better or for worse, his luck is in constant motion.

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CURIOUSITY & THE CAT

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It's a quiet night in the Ruby Sea when Lucky and his friends are finally able to settle down for the night, having just barely missed the last ferry back to Kugane. He had dragged them into the fires of Hells' Lid, not wanting to bother the Scions with his irrelevant escapades, and while he much appreciated their company, he had forgotten this: Valentino sprawled across his lap in a deep slumber, Noua napping peacefully on his shoulder. Caelix, bless his awful heart, keeps his distance, sitting across the three of them on the other side of the campfire they had gathered around. Lucky glares at him; get your partners off me, he says with a look. But the viera only smiles back. Awful."Kugane, tomorrow." Caelix says softly, so as not to rouse the others. "There is a hanami festival. The flowers will be in bloom.""Pass," Lucky replies without hesitation.Next to him, Noua groans. "You owe us. That turtle's ridiculous farce nearly drowned the lot of us. The shape of my spine is permanently changed. You have to buy us mochi.""Pink mochi," Valentino murmurs in her sleep."Pink mochi," Noua nods.A deep sigh. Lucky should shake these two off, and let them sleep upon the rocks. "I have a prior commitment."Caelix narrows his eyes, and Lucky curses internally. The viera is too perceptive for his own good. What did he even say that sparked his curiousity? Perhaps his answer was too vague; If it were the scions, or the ship, he would have simply said so."With what?" Lucky's face must betray his thoughts, because Caelix adds, "You have been busier, as of late - and I know you are not with the Scions. I asked.""Traitor," Lucky sighs, knowing Tataru Taru will tell him anything for a pretty penny."Or is it with who?" Once again, Caelix reads him easily. "My, my. Who is it?""No one." The more vague he gets, Lucky knows, the more the trio will only pressure him for more answers. "I just have plans.""What's their name?" Noua asks, fully awake now, and rubbing at their eyes. They yawn. "We will have to run background checks. They must be special that you would deny us this festival.""And mochi," Valentino murmurs again."And mochi," Noua nods again, and then, "Bring them, then. We will meet them. Spare us the effort of research."Lucky thinks of Azamald meeting these terrible three and wants to disappear into the ocean. "Stop.""Yes, let's stop. It's obvious that Lucky wants to keep his little lady all to himself. It must be forbidden love - a dunesfolk, perhaps." Caelix smiles at him.What the hell is he even going on about. "He's a xaela -" Lucky freezes, but it's too late - he'd fallen right into Caelix's trap. There goes keeping Azamald Blackthorne a secret."A xaela!?" Noua exclaims, and Valentino hisses, damning them all to hell for talking while the moon is up, and interrupting her precious sleep. Noua looks at Caelix, who looks as surprised as them. "Oronir? Dotharl? If he is Dotharl, I will be cross. Their Khatun is a psychopath."Caelix snorts. "It's Lucky. If it's someone who's caught his interest, it'd be a Dotharl."Gods, Lucky is already so tired of this conversation. "He's not Dotharl, his last name is B-" he catches himself this time. "Oh, my gods. Stop. You are not going to meet him.""B… " Noua thinks. "Buduga?" The flames of anger simmer out, and they pat Lucky with great sympathy. "Oh, dear. Does he seem tortured? Traumatized? Terrifying?""You are not going to leave this topic alone, are you?" It's more of a statement than a question.In unison, Noua and Caelix say, "Nope." Valentino lets out a wretched snore.Another deep sigh. Lucky relents, "He is not Buduga. Or - At least, I do not know what tribe he is. He was married, and took their last name. It is not xaelan." Noua and Caelix continue to stare at him expectantly, clearly waiting for him to keep going. "He, uh… has black hair? And is very tall?"Caelix rolls his eyes, and Noua chuckles. The raen pats his head endearingly. "Very good. Anything else? Preferably something that wouldn't be on a doctor's dossier? What is he like? Is he nice?"Lucky swats their hand away. "Yes. He is very nice. And patient.""How horrible," Caelix says with a great sigh, and Noua rolls their eyes."What else? What about his name? His occupation?" Noua is relentless in their inquiries, as always forgetting to give Lucky space to breathe. It's overwhelming, and he is already so tired from their adventures of the day. His head starts to spin - Noua only keeps asking questions. "Where did you meet him? Did you approach him first, or did he?"Caelix sighs. "To think you would desert your dear friends and an annual festival -" Noua clamps their hand over Valentino's mouth, and yelps when they get bit. Without missing a beat, Caelix continues: "- yes dear, and mochi - for some 'nice' xaela. But I suppose I should not be surprised. Even when we were together, you were always chasing something else."Lucky scowls. Why would Caelix bring that up? There's some kind of bait dangling right in front of him, but he doesn't know where, and says nothing as precaution."Wait." Noua looks back and forth at the two. "You two …?""No," Lucky says, at the same time that Caelix says, "Yes." Their eyes meet in a heated glare, and Noua puts their hands up between them."Wait! I want to know about this! You never said anything when I introduced you two!" They grab Caelix by the collar of his shirt, shaking him back and forth. "I cannot believe you - how could you not tell me? Did you think I would get angry!? You conniving little -"Oh, Lucky thinks, the bait was for Noua. Caelix looks at Lucky pointedly, a smug smirk on his face; he had changed the topic for Lucky's sake, but naturally, it comes with the cost of humiliation. Lucky groans, listening to them bicker back and forth, dismissing the lies and slander sure to come out of Caelix's mouth. He looks down at Valentino, sleeping peacefully in his lap, and rests his hand on her hair.She bites him. "I'm happy for you, darling," she whispers privately, laughing. Lucky swats her gently, glaring. She reaches up and pinches his nose before curling around him. "Try not to run from something good." And just like that, she is fast asleep once more.Lucky stares at the flames between them, deep in thought. Azamald Blackthorne was good - better than good, honestly. It had been a long time since he'd allowed someone new into his life as intimately as he allowed Azamald. He found himself, more often than not, catching himself thinking about him, yearning for his touch, the sound of his voice. The spark of excitement from meeting someone new; but just like the fire before him, it will only be a matter of time before it withers into smoke.That's alright, he thinks, closing his eyes. Everything must come to an end one day - but still, they light the fire, and enjoy the warmth while it lasts. It will have been worth it just to have known Azamald, no matter where their paths will end up diverging. As much as Lucky would love to stay away for the xaela's sake, he cannot help but take advantage of his endless kindness. Maybe, just maybe, he could have one selfish thing that didn't end in great tragedy.Only time will tell.Across the campfire, Noua knocks Caelix down to the ground and starts throwing punches, the viera yelping in pain mixed with laughter of his own. They are still arguing; have been this whole time, Lucky realizes. "Lucky wouldn't do that, you foul-mouthed rabbit! You tricked him, I know you did!""It's true," Lucky says, and Noua comes to a screeching halt, staring at him indignantly. "I did that." He has no idea what Caelix told them, but the viera is howling in laughter."Shut up!" Noua points at him. "You weren't even paying attention!" Caelix takes the split second of distraction to scramble out from underneath the raen, running off in the direction of the water. Noua is hot on his heels, and their voices begin to fade into the distance. "Run, rabbit, run - I know you can't fucking swim - get back here -"Beneath him, Valentino shakes gently with laughter, having been woken up once again. She looks up at him, reaching up to smooth out the space where his brows furrowed together. "Come," she says, pulling him down. "Let them play. It will be a long night."In the distance, there is a loud splash, and the sound of a familiar viera screaming.Lucky smiles.

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The Nameless

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Almost everyone has a different story when it comes to Lucky's past - a precaution that has become something of a joke. Sometimes he tells people he escaped from an orphanage that had been genetically engineering children to weaponize them for war. To children, he tells them he lived within the belly of a whale for ten years, surviving on nothing but vegetables, emphasizing the importance of eating healthy. Others think he is the sole survivor (or culprit) of a mass clan murder - there is a large scar in the same place that clan's mark would have been. If asked, he will play along, saying that he killed his whole clan out of boredom and carved his own clan mark out with his fingernails.To be fair, Lucky will play along with any story people will come up with - but the story only the Scions of the Seventh Dawn know is a much more sombre upbringing.There was a small mixed-race clan that traveled across Gridania, staying near the rivers, quiet and secluded. They were known to keep to themselves, so elusive that many thought them to be a myth, not even giving them a name to go by.Lucky's mother struggled with him before he was even born. Initially she was told she would never conceive, and though through some miracle she did, she was then told that Lucky would not survive long past birth. Despite the myriad of complications that accompanied his birth, he managed to pull through with a careful selection of medicine."That should not have been enough," the doctor had stared at him with an unreadable expression. "But it was."Lucky's health stabilized as he grew older, though his parents were hesitant to take him hunting still - but after much begging, they finally taught him. He enjoyed the thrill of the chase, picking up the skills quickly - but most of all enjoyed the pride on his mother's face, no matter the size of game he would bring home. It was on his tenth birthday that his mother told him to head into the woods ahead of her."The tree on the hill, with the pink flowers. Count the petals. I will meet you there before you finish."So he counted. One became ten, and ten spiralled into a hundred. At two hundred, he lost count and began again. Something about the way his mother talked made it seem important. Eventually, the night began to fall and the sun's warmth receded. Shuddering, he climbed up the tree to pick a few flowers, wondering if his mother had forgotten to come fetch him - she had been very distracted lately. Maybe he was supposed to grow bored and return early. Maybe they were decorating the hut while he was away.With the smell of blood in the air as Lucky returned home, he hit the ground running. His mother was the only one there - laying on the ground, choking on her own blood. Every hut, every tent, any trace that anything else might have been there - gone.She wasn't meant to give birth. Lucky wasn't meant to survive. The clan was extremely superstitious - things are the way they're meant to be, with no exceptions."So lucky," she had whispered, lightning against the thunder of Lucky's heartbeat in his head. "Lucky, lucky." It was the only thing she would say. Her hand reached out and caressed his hair, and then fell to his lap, heavy in his own hands. He sat there, listening to her choke and sob. Her eyes would not leave his. The sun rose again, and again, and again. This he does not remember.He does not tell anyone what happened to the clan.

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"Have you told anyone else?"A warm night in the Lavender Beds finds Lucky and Valentino on the outskirts of the gardens, overlooking the gentle waters. He had called her sounding distraught, though she took quite a while to meet him outside of her house. It was difficult to escape without rousing her partners, who often fall asleep tangled between her limbs, but she managed somehow. The fireflies dance around them, landing on Valentino's outstretched hands. She carries them towards Lucky, letting them sit on his hair, though he shakes them off immediately. He glares at her, ears flicking with annoyance."Just you," he says, swatting her hand away carefully as she tries to dump more fireflies on him. For a long time, Lucky had suspected that Valentino would cast some sort of spell or wear scents to charm animals and insects around her, both big and small - in the end, it is charisma of her own natural aether that creatures flock to her just so. It's probably why Lucky decided to tell her his secret first, despite knowing her partners for much longer."My, not even your husband?""Not yet." Lucky looks away, mentally preparing for what is surely going to be an upcoming lecture."The scions will surely attempt to convince you otherwise.""I know.""We will have to sell our house.""I - I know. I know I'm asking for a lot -""I'm happy for you," Valentino interrupts then, and Lucky looks to her in surprise - the fireflies decorate her hair and shoulders, even landing on her face. She glows; an ethereal angel. "I know it is complex. But as Caelix would say, you have never been one for decisions. That is why I think that, even though I dislike your choice, I am happy for you." Lucky's mouth hangs open, unable to form words, and she only laughs. "When I chose to transition, many people disagreed with me." She looks down as the fireflies begin to travel down to her palm, a more solemn expression on her face. "They said I would regret it. That my precious voice would be ruined. It felt like the world was against me. How could something I wanted so desperately bring my loved ones such misery? And if they all disapproved, could I be as delusional as they say? Nightly, I was plagued by such thoughts. You know this feeling well."Lucky does. After all, Valentino was the one who guided him through his own transition. He remembers learning that Valentino had been born in the wrong body, just as himself; learning that he did not have to live every single day in agony, denying his true self. It was an incredible feeling, seeing someone who struggled the same way he did live a shameless and happy life."It is scary, making a decision that will upset those around you - but you cannot be the Warrior of Light forever; be it that you retire, or find your end in the battlefield. The world will find a way to go on, as it did before you." She reaches over to pick up his hand, the fireflies slowly traversing the bridge of their fingers. Lucky does not move, too caught up in the emotional whirlwind of her words.Faintly, he recalls the young soldier - what was her name? - he'd met in the cold subways of the Tertium, the anger of her tears as she tells him of her beloved comrades; they'd drank together, laughed together, dreamed of a future in which they no longer had to fight - and with the same hands that would later save the world, the Warrior of Light had killed them all, the way a lion might step on an ant. Lucky still does not know how to feel about it.He has killed enough people to invent a new number, and the world goes on. Would he expect anything else of the world when the lifestream finally claims him?"I forget how loudly you think," Valentino laughs, gently derailing his train of thoughts. "He's that good in bed, hmm?" Valentino asks, waggling her eyebrows.Lucky's face immediately burns with embarrassment, and he turns to cover his face. "No, I -" He pauses."With a man that size, it's a wonder you aren't living in the healer's ward -""That's not - He isn't -""- This makes more sense, really. You must want to retire so you can more easily -""V-Valentino! Stop -""To think the true reason the Warrior of Light retires is because of his husband's -"Lucky slaps his hands over Valentino's wretched mouth, but she only bites him until he sets her free. They tussle a bit, almost falling into the water as the sound of her laughter fills the air, rich and brighter than the fireflies that swirl around them. This is the person Lucky chose to tell, before all else.Somehow, he has no regrets.

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"I thought I smelled a rat," Caelix says, when he's sure that Lucky has left. He emerges from the shadows in the dsitance, where he had been listening all along. His intimidating figure and expression is wholly undercut by the fact that he is still in the handmade pajamas Valentino made him, complete with the little ribbon around his neck. That, and the pink cup of hot chocolate that he sets down on the table. He takes the empty seat and kicks it next to Valentino's, adjusting her body to lean against his chest. Then, he picks up the hot chocolate and brings it to her lips to drink."Oh, I do not remember the last time you coddled me so," Valentino says, smacking her lips. There's a hint of sleeping draught. What a bastard."This is only so your body does not collapse onto the grass." Caelix tucks Valentino's long hair behind her ears, and brings her to another sip. She snorts in disbelief. They sit like that for a short moment, watching the fireflies march in an erratic frenzy. Like they are strangely attracted to Valentino, to Caelix, they are strangely repelled. Together, they are unsure of what to do. Caelix runs his fingers through Valentino's hair when he adds, "I did not expect you to dislike his decision.""I am afraid of the world not protected by the man I trust the most," Valentino answers honestly, and then gestures to the house. "We cannot stay here. And it will take all three of us to take his place. Even still, I wonder if we can do it.""I have connections in Tulal. And Noua is probably packing as we speak. We are much better suited to quell a political struggle than that violent whirlwind.""You underestimate him.""I estimate him perfectly, thank you.""You're wrong. Lucky loves politics. Didn't you hear how upset he was?"Caelix snorts loudly. "Towards the end of your conversation? About his husband's size? Yes.""I have seen trees smaller than him," Valentino nudges him, and he lets her sip once again. "He seems to have quite the positive influence on that boy."There's a silence, and Caelix goes rigid before he finally relents. "That xaela is, unfortunately, the best thing that happened to Lucky."Valentino hums, the draught beginning to kick in. Caelix has drugged her enough times that she's begun to build an immunity. Perhaps that is just part of his plan. "Unfortunately?""Yes, well. He is a killer, himself. Among other things.""Not as bad as our Lucky, of course.""Comparatively, he is a saint. Nonetheless, it is notable.""So?""So?"Apropos of nothing, Valentino whispers, "You coward." Caelix does not look at her, but he sets the hot chocolate down on the table. He knows what is coming. Valentino knows he knows too. "I hate this side of you the most. He is so happy. Genuinely, truly, happy. I don't think he was this happy on his own wedding day. He's more of a human than I've ever seen him. As Hydaelyn's chosen since before he was born, maybe it's the most human he's ever been. But you were hiding in the shadows. Gods, you did not even look at him -""I looked," Caelix says, softly. Gently, he runs his fingers through Valentino's hair, casting a small warming spell. She looks up at him with a glare. "He is unrecognizable.""And still you cannot forgive him.""His sins are not mine to forgive."A scrutinizing look, and then Valentino asks, "But you are happy for him.""Yes. Is that enough?""No. I hate you. You're so confusing." Caelix laughs lightly, a breathy little sigh, and picks up the hot chocolate again. Valentino takes a big sip, and continues, "I like Azamald very much. He is so patient with our little Noua. When we have children, he will be a doting uncle, I'm sure. They will climb onto his tail and pull at his hair and he will tolerate it." She's slurring a good amount now, and she takes the rest of the hot chocolate into her own hands and chugs the rest. It's been a heavy night. She's done. Caelix understands this, and gathers her up in his arms, carrying her to the house. "Lucky will be watching until they tug on his tail too, and he'll hate it so much. I wonder if he'll laugh. He would play with them well. I think he would toss them into the air. They'll be his little Stardivers."Caelix presses a kiss to her forehead as Valentino finally gives into the draught, curling up against his chest as he kicks the doors open and shut. He thinks of Valentino as the mother she never had, kind and forgiving. He thinks of Noua, encouraging them to follow their dreams, whatever it may be.He thinks of Tulal, and the impending doom of responsibility that comes with joining the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Lucky, with all his privacy, made it look all too easy. He would walk away from battles against primals that could level mountains with but a scratch. He had Hydaelyn's blessing, after all. They don't. They never did. It's not fair.But they're not alone. Caelix sets Valentino down gently on her side of the bed, smiling as Noua, the medically diagnosed Heavy Sleeper, rolls over and twists their limbs together, as if pulled to her by the gravity of instinct alone."When we have children," he echoes softly, and the lights in the house go out.

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kilonova

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"What does love mean, to you?"Azamald Blackthorne, who had been sitting comfortably in his bed reading a novel about some grim tale, looks up at the shadow of a miqo'te in his room with an uncontrolled look of shock. It's two bells past midnight, and Lucky has once again broken in through the balcony doors (does it still count as breaking in if Azamald has stopped locking it?) holding a letter in his hands.A letter from Azamald that Lucky had found in his bag about a week ago, signifying his growing emotions of love and desire to pursue something more than Whatever They Were. Naturally, Lucky had a horrible panic as he scrambled to figure out what love was and how he felt about Whatever They Were himself. His friends were not much help - Valentino had called him an idiot, Caelix said something about 'hopeless' and 'waste of time', and Noua thought Whatever They Were was already romantic. Exasperated, Lucky decided that the best thing to do was just - ask.Presently, Azamald quietly bookmarks his novel, setting it on the nightstand. He pats the spot on the bed next to him. "Come. I'll tell you."Lucky sits an awkward distance away from him on the opposite edge of the bed, only for Azamald to pull him closer. Those clawed fingers run down his back, as if pulling out the anxiety within Lucky's bones that he didn't even realize had taken root. Azamald always pays closer attention to him than he expects; he noticed the fireplace has not stopped burning since he asked Azamald a month ago to keep it on through the night. Helplessly, Lucky wants to kiss him. They have many times before, as a prelude to the removal of clothing and all of Lucky's brain cells, but something about it now feels different; a promise he's not quite ready to make."Love is impossible to define, but the feeling I have for you is a good start," he begins, gazing at Lucky with a soft expression. Claws climb up Lucky's back, and trail down again. "I wake in the morning with an ache that does not cease until I hear you slipping into my home. The mere thought of you makes me swell with a desire just to be near you - bask in the same space, breathe same air, sleep in the same bed. All the stress and frustrations of my day melt away. All I can think about is when I will see you again. A longing without end that burns hot in the depths of my cold heart. You have created these feelings within me, and now… I feel it is important for me to express it." Azamald's hand climbs higher, coming to cradle Lucky's cheek. Without missing a beat, Lucky rests his head against it - a mannerism he no longer thinks about. "I am in love with you, Lucky."The tension in the air is heavier than fog as the singular gear in Lucky's brain begins to work overtime, his eyes staring vacantly at some spot on the wall. Not for the first time, he thanks the gods that Azamald is as patient as ever; confusion must be obvious on his face. A lengthy and articulate answer was only to be expected. Lucky wants to leave and come back to gather his thoughts, and maybe hide his trembling hands - but what good would that do? There is no power on The Source and beyond that can help him figure out Whatever They Were and Whatever They Are Now. Listening to Azamald's rich tapestry of language only made him yearn for something he doesn't know the word for, but knows he can find it in the palm of Azamald's open hands.He looks up at Azamald and into that silver gem of an eye with the expression of someone who had never seen the night sky; entire universes with their own worlds stretched across endless black, yet seen only as glittering specks, small enough to balance on the tip of a pin. How small and insignificant it feels, to be one in a million gazing upon them - and yet, he cannot look away, caught in a gravitational pull. It feels impossible, in a way that feels inevitable. Is that love? Can an answer make sense precisely because it doesn't?Thereupon, Lucky thinks of the balcony door left unlocked, and the fireplace always burning."Oh," Lucky says finally, as eloquent as ever. "Oh." A pause. "I am." Another pause, and then he adds, to clarify, because he knows this is important: "In love." He doesn't have time to watch the relief weigh down the sharp corners of Azamald's shoulders, doesn't let the man open his mouth to surely wax at length of tender things that will burn in Lucky's cheeks - instead he grabs the collar of Azamald's nightshirt, and their lips meet once again in a kiss. Two stars collide as their bodies merge, and in the kilonova, the world disappears only to where they touch.A promise.

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i.if the gods can twist the laws of life and death
and repeatedly embrace my blasphemies
(and there have been many blasphemies)
why, then, would they deny me this?i will tell them to rest our bodies in the desert
(you always liked the sunsets there)
and the wild things will come to feast
and the earth will grow over our bones
and the clouds will run our blood to the ocean
and we will be sky
and sea
and song.i will not become
someone who does not remember you;
worse, someone who never knew you.if you cannot follow me wherever i go,
i will deny the After of all my lives,
and become nothing
and everything
with you.

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ii.Best Places To Nap According To Lucky BlackthorneAza's Chest. Can hear his heartbeat and occasional rumblies as they sleep. Aza is also the perfect temperature; Lucky runs so warm that it's uncomfortable to fall asleep, but also gets cold easily and can't sleep without a blanket. This spot means that Aza is safe and alive and Lucky never sleeps better anywhere else. 10/10The Closet. Tons of space, and Aza only gets marginally inconvenienced when he throws his clothes on the ground to nest on during his heat. He tries to bring the blanket into the closet instead, but forgets and gets lazy. Will sometimes try to sleepily dress Aza if he's feeling awake enough, although Aza ends up having to fix his tie or buttons after. At the very least Aza will give him pats and kisses as he gets dressed. 8/10The Couch in Aza's office. Aza can make about as much noise as a hurricane ripping through Limsa Lominsa's Aetheryte Plaza without Lucky so much as twitching in his sleep. Lucky has learned to recognize the idle sounds of Aza's work; it's like a lullaby, now. It means Aza is near, and it's comforting. Downside is there is not a lot of tossing space and Lucky has torn through a couch and tumbled over it during a nightmare, startling Aza and a client he was on the phone with. 7/10The Car. This one is very dependant on where Lucky is in the car. His #1 spot is Aza's lap, but he grumbles about car safety even though he allows it often. The next best place is the backseats, which is less space than the Couch but has heating, and he can feel the engine rumbling, which he finds soothing. He oddly likes when Aza goes over bumps and holes that he cannot avoid; the ride is so smooth despite these things, it reminds Lucky how careful and thoughtful Aza is about even the tiniest detail. Still, it's a 5/10 because they're going Somewhere and if there's one thing Lucky hates it's being in a Situation seconds after a nap.The Garden. It's cold more often than not, and Lucky doesn't want to bring a blanket in because he's worried about getting it dirty. Still, this place is a sanctuary to Azamald, and he's come to love it too. He's often found literally on the ground next to the roses because he can smell them best from there, though sometimes he manages to fall asleep on one of the benches surrounded by roses. The scent reminds him of Azamald. It's home. But really, it's fucking cold and Aza doesn't exactly approve of how dirty he gets after, well, sleeping in the dirt. 4/10Lastly, The Roof. Lucky doesn't nap here often; he did most often in the start of their relationship, however. It's his least favourite spot now because even if it's nice and warm during the day, Ul'dahn nights are FREEZING, and he always wakes up with his teeth chattering. It's also harder for Aza to find him when he's up there, and what if Aza needs him? What if Aza has a second of free time for a little kiss? What if Aza is hungry wants to eat together? Presently, Lucky only sleeps up there when Aza is away. He counts down the hours by watching the clouds merge and disperse when Aza is in a meeting, and when he's away on business, Lucky gazes at the stars, wondering if Aza is looking up at them too. 2/10, especially after he gets sunburnt for the very first time in his life.

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iii.Lucky doesn't see his friends as often as he used to now that the world is no longer on the brink of extinction, so he savours every second he has with them as they wander around Kugane. They are sitting by the marketplace eating some strange fish Lucky demanded they try -"Why is it jellied and fried!?" Valentino exclaims, wiggling the concoction back and forth in disgust."Just eat it already," Lucky says, rolling his eyes, ignoring her as she yells indignantly in response. Noua sits next to him and is staring at him with a strange expression on their face."You've changed," they say, softly."Changed how?" Lucky asks, tilting his head, unsure if he should be apologetic of proud.They tilt their head, mirroring Lucky's motion. "You ask for things," they smile, taking a bite of their fish (and then turning to spit it out). "Ordered us all food, told us about your travels, unprompted. You even asked me to hold something for you!"Lucky winces. "It was only for a second!""A second I will savour forever," they sigh, wistful. Valentino, who had been pretending to throw her food over the bridge, looks over at him and grins knowingly."It's that Xaela we met before," she taunts - and Lucky doesn't know what expression appears on his face, but all his friends laugh. "He's in love! Oh, Halone! The warrior of light is in lo-"Noua slaps their hand over her mouth, looking at Lucky apologetically.Lucky looks down at his food, feeling his face with a hand. It's hot. "I... " He looks up as Valentino bites into Noua's hand, and the two begin screaming at each other. He smiles at them fondly, thinking of windows left unlocked, and a fireplace always burning. "I am. In love."His friends freeze. They look at him.Their screams can be heard from miles away.

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An overgrown building houses only one. A simple meal still warm on the kitchen counter, a mattress barely thicker than the blankets on top, a strange glowing sword shoved in the corner... Everything in the room is askew, save for a gilded vase that looks as though it does not belong, perfectly centered by the window.

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