Fray of the Onyx Shade

#justfraythings 💀

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(with @fray-myste.bsky.social and @feralkwe.bsky.social )

Because I am not too proud to beg but I am too stubborn to give in without a fight, I will get on my knees and ask for your heart but only after carefully teasing and tearing your willpower apart.

... I suppose 'shitebird' and 'arsehole' are endearing if said by a certain auri man in some contexts. 'Hen' is one that I will start swinging if I hear someone else use other than Sidurgu.

I do not tend to hear my own name much so I suppose in a way it can be endearing if not in a threatening way.

Fray glanced at the man's body language before a weary sigh escaped his lips. "He has the look of that someone is getting thrown if we do not cut our shite. You run, I will defuse."

#shitebirding

A photo of Amaya holding up a wooden tankard and grinning in front of The Forgotten Knight in Ishgard. She is wearing a winter coat and sweater. To the right of her there is a blue box with info about the party. It's on Nov 7th at 7pm-10pm CST at the Forgotten Knight on Materia, Zurvan.

Amaya and I are getting older so party time! 🎉

"Surely just a jab at my falling out with Halone." He stares daggers at the other Fray, holding his tongue for the other's sake.

Just one?

"Aye? Should I congratulate you on your return to Halone, then?"

Curious to as if I clean up nicely, then?

When everything about you was built on your faith, can you blame my arse for losing my shite?

Who was the arsehole that came up with "grab life by the horns"? I would like to send him my healer bill.

Fray leans over the edge of the tub, looking at someone off camera: Fray: Come in here and I'll help you with your scale.

Sidurgu stands with a torn expression on his face. Two miniature figures are on his shoulders in the shape of Fray and Ompagne. Shoulder Fray: Aye, go on. You know he wants more. Shoulder Ompagne: Your claws will tear. Your fangs will-- You aren't listening to me, are you?

Now a visualization of Ompagne has taken Fray's place in the bath. Shoulder Ompagne: This should put an end to any of those thoughts.

Sidurgu now looks disgusted. Should Fray stands, face buried in shock/disbelief. Shoulder Fray: I cannot tell if you hate me or yourself more...

I once asked Sidurgu how he manages to keep his hands off me if he truly wanted anything to do with me. I have added to my pile of regrets in knowing now.

with @sidurgu-orl.bsky.social

#shitebirding #DRKafterdark

Fray kneeling in the Omphalos, his helmet at his feet and looking up as if he's listening to something.

Fray kneeling in front of Halone as she explains the Twelve's non-intervention.

Fray's face cycling through realisation to grief to rage at the idea that Halone could have intervened at any point, but chose not to. That she was responsible for all of the Holy See's atrocities in her name and didn't once try to put an end to the suffering. He's coming to terms that he had lived his life, serving a goddess who never heard him. That her justice was just a tool for the See to oppress.

What little remained of Fray's faith has broken. He bears his sword against Halone, enraged. Fray: If you will not act-- then I will! Fray: I will be the cauterizing flame to your icy indifference! Fray: I will burn down this whole swiving shard if I have to!

A heavy weight to shoulder knowing that your goddess has the strength, but still does not act.

#ffxivNPC

[[It's shitebirding tagged because of different people I write with or have written with or other WOLs/OCs/players flirting with him. In his main AU I think he's fairly intimidating, though Sid is 'worse'.]]

"Not swiving intimidating enough with how often someone is trying to get in my smalls." Fray stared at the wall directly ahead of him. "I could threaten to kill some arsehole for even looking at me in a way that speaks desire and they would still ask to buy me a drink."

#shitebirding

Fray looked as if he were considering it as an actual suggestion. "... Aye. Suppose I do owe you after--" His mind wandered to their time outside of the city when he had to lay low a few weeks. "You are aware of what I reference."

Fray groaned, pulling at his mask to ensure that the lower half of his face was covered. "I am too sober for this shite."

As if your knights would let me by with my-- Oh, Fury's sake. This is a dick joke, aye?

You know where to find me, aye?

I wonder who would be at the end of the other's blade.

Fray kneeling in the Omphalos, his helmet at his feet and looking up as if he's listening to something.

Fray kneeling in front of Halone as she explains the Twelve's non-intervention.

Fray's face cycling through realisation to grief to rage at the idea that Halone could have intervened at any point, but chose not to. That she was responsible for all of the Holy See's atrocities in her name and didn't once try to put an end to the suffering. He's coming to terms that he had lived his life, serving a goddess who never heard him. That her justice was just a tool for the See to oppress.

What little remained of Fray's faith has broken. He bears his sword against Halone, enraged. Fray: If you will not act-- then I will! Fray: I will be the cauterizing flame to your icy indifference! Fray: I will burn down this whole swiving shard if I have to!

A heavy weight to shoulder knowing that your goddess has the strength, but still does not act.

#ffxivNPC

While effective, something is lost. There is intimacy in a blade not found in a machinist's arm.

Congratulations!

I think he would miss my dumbarse too much to do more than rattle me.

I think calling Sidurgu a creature is only going to make shite worse for me.

Who was the arsehole that came up with "grab life by the horns"? I would like to send him my healer bill.

Fray remained quiet for a few moments before standing and moving to the door. He reached for a scraggly length of wood, nearer to a branch than a staff, save for the decorative end and set it on the table.

"Do not assume that I will save your arse." He muttered. "I learned this for one man alone."

I am not calling you a liar so much as I will believe it when I see it.

And what happens if you cannot help but associate his naked arse with mine? I think I will take a long walk off Witchdrop.