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[Hello! This is Eorzea... Or Etheirys, if Ithaqua and Urianger are currently not in Eorzea specifically. Maybe you have come to visit, though Ithaqua is the one you have to deal with for now-- or maybe he's the one you were here for in the first place.

Or perhaps you decided to reach him through the journal instead, in which case, he'll have to get back to you when he's not busy.

But if this is not Eorzea... idk let's write another scenario. i'm not the boss of you]

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[Ah... How can he resist that face? Yes, Ithaqua has plainly stated that he does not like religion and would rather not partake in any of the sort, and yes, he doesn't care for official shite according to societal beliefs... but when Urianger looks at him like that, and speaks to him like that, what else can he do but bow to his beloved's desires?

Ithaqua reaches out to hold his hand.]

Then you shall have that opportunity. Perhaps there is a way to keep religion and excessive celebration out of it?

[Oh. Urianger's eyes widen and he murmurs Ithaqua's true name in surprise. He didn't expect this, nor would he have been upset if Ithaqua remained opposed. But his willingness to make this work fills Urianger with so much elation, he can hardly bear it.

Squeezing Ithaqua's hand, he smiles with an almost boyish quality to it.]

I shall look into it at my first opportunity, and return unto thee with my findings.

[But for now...he presses his lips against Ithaqua's hand and remains there for a moment to nuzzle it.]

I thank thee, my love.

[Ithaqua thinks he'd lose his breath if Urianger keeps looking at him like that. Like he just hung the moon. How can someone be so endearing? This is how Ithaqua gets broken down more and more, compromising where he would not have been previously.

It's all thanks to this man and his antics.]

For you, I shall do anything. [He places his other hand on Urianger's, and rubs his cheek on his lover's temple.]

This is what you dearly wish... and would be a source of pride. [Don't think he forgot about that tone Urianger had when introducing Ithaqua...!] A temporary discomfort for me should not stand in the way of your happiness.

[He makes a hum of contentment under Ithaqua's touch.]

That thou wouldst endure this discomfort for me... 'Tis a high honor that I shall ne'er squander. Verily, 'twould be a great pleasure to be able to refer to thee as my husband. [He shifts slightly so that their foreheads may touch.] Ever grateful am I for this opportunity.

[Ithaqua has made him so, so very happy.]

Relationships are about compromise. You taught me that.

[And... be it far from Ithaqua to keep Urianger from what makes him happy. If he truly places so much importance on the title as to stake emotions on it, then fine. They will make it official.

When he feels his stomach rumble, he pulls away, gives Urianger a kiss on the forehead, and turns to the soup.]

You're important enough for me to do such a thing.

And... hm. [Ithaqua tilts his head at his lover, spoon now in hand.] I confess, it's nice to truly make sure that you're mine.

[He laughs quietly.]

So I did. I am gladdened that thou hast taken it to heart.

[Thankfully Ithaqua actually moves to eat, because Urianger had nearly forgotten about their meal in the midst of their discussion. The kiss on his forehead shall have to sate him for the time being so that their food doesn't go cold.

He takes a spoonful of soup into his mouth, but then immediately turns to Ithaqua with wide eyes. Was he not already Ithaqua's?]

[Ithaqua smirks at the look on Urianger's face, but lets him stew a little, partaking in his meal for a bit. Only after he's gotten some of it down does he elaborate.]

My heart, you are like an open book. I know what that expression means. [He reaches out to play with one of Urianger's fingers. Specifically, the left ring finger.] A ring would have done nicely, but I suppose some recognition from the law, or society, or whatever authority would be good as well.

Something that cannot be changed or overlooked so easily. Something tangible.

I want everyone to know, and never attempt to touch you.

[At least Ithaqua does elaborate, else Urianger would have vocalized his inquiry. Not that Ithaqua needed it.]

So that is the way of it.

[Ithaqua's looking for more direct proof of their relationship- of his claim on Urianger's heart. It doesn't get much more direct than an official union of souls. In his heart of hearts, there's probably a part of him that wishes for their union for the same reason.]

'Tis a reassuring security, I do agree. [A coy smile spreads across his lips as he uses his unoccupied hand to reach for his mug.] Have I ever informed thee that I quite enjoy it when thou speakest of me so?

Mm? [A wide smile graces Ithaqua's face, fangs and all. It would have been a malicious one, a triumphant one, dangerous and nasty, if it were not the expression in his eyes, full of genuine love.

But Ithaqua can't deny the surge of animalistic pleasure at Urianger's declaration. His less-than-human instincts and desires, sated.]

You had told me once that you didn't mind my desire to monopolize you, heheh! But this?

It's confirmation of your feelings on it. Are you encouraging me?

[It's difficult to say if Urianger would feel the same way about Ithaqua's desire of ownership over him if that love wasn't present. But as it is...]

That thou wouldst desire me to such a degree doth fill me with satisfaction.

[To put it plainly, it makes him feel good in a way he never has before. Maybe he's just succumbing to a baser instinct, but who knows.]

To answer thy question...mayhap I am.

[He feels like he doesn't have to tell Ithaqua to not go overboard, at least when it comes to his friends. He's back home now, so he's not going to be able to be alone with Ithaqua 24/7. But in the realm of love and relationships? Yeah, he quite likes the idea of misguided, would-be suitors getting scared off.]

[Ithaqua has absolutely succumbed to a baser instinct, even if he applies some thought to it first. Ah, the duality of a sentient beast.]

Hehehe! [He wraps his fingers around Urianger's ring finger, imagining a yellow stone on it, a piece unmistakably proof of where his heart, body and soul lie.] You can no longer take that statement back, when you appreciate the fact that I wish to hoard you the way a dragon would treasure.

[He already has, he thinks. They'll simply be making it legal. Or something.]

[Urianger lets out a subdued laugh of his own after taking a sip of mead. He watches what Ithaqua does with his finger, pondering what sort of ring he's imagining to put on it.]

I shan't. This so-called treasure liveth happily within thy clutches, and all of Eorzea shall know it.

Mm~ Even as you say that, I shan't be so complacent.

[Ithaqua lets go of Urianger's finger now, having gotten a good idea of its size. He's thinking of designs now. Stones, metals. Silver? No, a bit soft for active people.

Then he wraps his hands around his mead.]

Making one happy the bare minimum as a spouse, but I refuse to simply settle for bare minimum. I shall keep you happy.

[He hides his amused smile behind his mug. Ithaqua's already thinking of a hypothetical married life...hehe.]

I would hear thine ideas for keeping me happy. Thou must do so for an eternity, lest thou forget.

Ah? And spoil the surprise? [Actually, he has so few ideas right now... And none of them are even proper ones worth mentioning. Hence why he's stalling like this, and by sipping at his mead.

Well, there is one...]

Mm, very well. What do you say about some privacy when we finally marry? [He casts his gaze around the room, to make a point.] This is your base of operations and you all live here for convenience's sake, I understand that much... but it leaves so little for something more personal.

[There's no place to truly call one's own territory in here. Not to mention, if they have a little fun, everyone would know thanks to Ithaqua's volume.]

[Urianger wouldn't have pressed too hard if Ithaqua really wanted to keep his plans to himself, since he was only being playful. But Ithaqua does indulge him, and what a surprise it is.]

Thou wouldst have us claim an abode of our own... It hath been quite some time since I had something like that.

[He takes a moment to describe his temporary home in the fey wilds of Il Mheg: a quaint little cottage chock full of books and other research materials... Wait a second. That sounds very similar to his room back at the wizard manor.]

The transient nature of a Scion of the Seventh Dawn leaveth little need for a permanent living space. However... [His gentle gaze falls on Ithaqua once more.] The Scions have since disbanded, and I shall soon have a beautiful husband to share my future with. I see no reason not to consider settling down.

["Beautiful husband"-- shameless sod, did Urianger have to use those words exactly!! Ithaqua squints at him, trying to regain his composure, but the tips of his ears turn red anyway.]

Worry not, we'll be able to turn the house into your personal book nook, just the way you like it. [Because clearly, Urianger has his preferences... Which don't clash with Ithaqua's honestly. He doesn't have many desires when it comes to carving out his own space, as long as it's comfortable.

Maybe a few plush furnuture...?]

[✨teehee✨

It was not Urianger's intent to embarrass Ithaqua or anything, but he's not going to say he's ashamed by the blush he's caused.]

We seem to share a similar taste in furnishings, so I would not concern myself over it. However, the most important aspect would be that it is ours.

Mm, that is indeed my point. While just having a temporary room is acceptable, it will never be enough. [Not for Ithaqua, who has always lived in a house, away from people, had his privacy, freedom, happiness in a place only for him and his mother.

People like him can only find true comfort in a house that is a home.

He reaches out to clasp Urianger's hand again.]

Come make a home with me, Urianger.

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