Urianger Augurelt

“He that holdeth fast unto his convictions shall never count betrayal amongst his crimes, though all the world may call him villain. My path is unchanged; my creed sacrosanct. This I believe with all my heart.” #ffxivrp #ffxiv #mvrp

calling this trouble, then I fear I must confess myself quite content to have gone through it.” He lifted his cup, though he did not yet drink. “So I beg thee, think not upon what I had to do.” His smile grew gentler. “Think only upon what I wished to do for thee.”

thy presence within it.” His gaze flickered briefly toward the wrapped parcel before returning to her. “Surely such a thing meriteth a pot of tea, a modest gift, and an evening beneath the stars.” A touch of amusement warmed his golden eyes. “Besides, shouldst thou insist upon

declaration behind the words, merely the quiet sincerity with which Urianger so often spoke when ceremony served no purpose. “Thy day hath already passed, yet that changeth little in mine eyes. Thou wert born upon that day, Rachel, and the world was thereafter made different by

filling his own. “Thou didst not ask this of me, ’tis true. Nor was I bound by obligation to arrange it.” He returned the pot gently to the table, his expression softening as his attention settled fully upon her once more. “I did so because I wished it.” There was no grand

should trouble themselves on her behalf. “Trouble?” he echoed, one brow lifting slightly. “Nay, I would scarce name it so.” Reaching for the teapot, Urianger carefully poured the lavender tea into her cup first, allowing its familiar fragrance to rise between them before

Urianger settled into the seat opposite her, the faint smile upon his lips remaining as his golden gaze lingered upon Rachel. Her words came as little surprise. Indeed, he had half expected them, knowing well enough that she was not one to demand celebration nor presume another

unenviable position of awaiting thy judgment.” A faint smile tugged further at the corner of his mouth. “And given thy discerning eye for beauty, ’tis a judgment I await with no small measure of trepidation.”

“Take thy time, my heart,” he murmured, setting the teapot down before folding his hands loosely upon the table. The warmth in his gaze deepened as another layer of wrapping surrendered beneath Yumichika’s careful fingers. “Though I fear thou hast now placed me in the rather

Urianger could not entirely dismiss. Gifts were peculiar things. However modest, they revealed how closely one had observed another—what they remembered, what they treasured, and what they believed might bring joy to someone dear. And Yumichika was exceedingly dear to him. ⠀

each a cup, though his attention strayed repeatedly toward the gift being carefully unwrapped. For all the composure he maintained, there was a certain anticipation stirring beneath it. He had chosen the gift with Yumichika specifically in mind, and therein lay a vulnerability

his words. “And I confess, I wished to behold thine expression when first thou didst see what awaited thee.” As Yumichika lifted the parcel, Urianger remained where he stood for only a moment longer before taking the seat opposite him. He reached for the teapot and poured them

settled gracefully at the table, the twilight hues of his kimono seeming particularly suited to the autumn evening surrounding them. “Had I forewarned thee, I suspect the surprise would have been rather thoroughly defeated,” Urianger replied, quiet amusement threading through

The surprise that briefly crossed Yumichika’s features did not escape Urianger’s notice. Indeed, he had hoped for precisely such a reaction, though he concealed his satisfaction behind the gentle smile already resting upon his lips. His golden eyes followed Yumichika as he