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A cover for Screw Your Courage by AstrologyBF

Jacke Swallow leans against the wall next to an entrance to the Drowning Wench in Limsa Lominsa. He has his arms crossed and a miserable expression on his face as he glances back towards Ifan Kaleid, who's walking away from him towards the lights of the Drowning Wench... but also glancing back, towards Jacke.

A cover for Screw Your Courage by AstrologyBF Jacke Swallow leans against the wall next to an entrance to the Drowning Wench in Limsa Lominsa. He has his arms crossed and a miserable expression on his face as he glances back towards Ifan Kaleid, who's walking away from him towards the lights of the Drowning Wench... but also glancing back, towards Jacke.

An excerpt from Screw Your Courage

It was a perfect night in Limsa Lominsa. Azeyma's warmth had yet to fully dissipate despite her absence, and Menphina's face shone in a waxed moon over a calm, wine-dark sea. Only a few wisps of cloud obscured the heavens, and the scent of salt brought on the breeze was mingled with the medley wafting up from Hawker's Alley: that of fish and spice and all the other things Llymlaen's bounty furnished those who dwelt in her fair city. It was a perfect night for two young men to share a drink up at the Drowning Wench, overlooking the aetheryte, and that's precisely what Ifan and Jacke were doing.

The pair had chosen to avoid the evening crowd inside, and took their mugs out to the wide boardwalk circling the Mizzenmast instead, where Ifan sat at Jacke's right side while their legs dangled over the edge. They talked, and drank, and laughed, and enjoyed the simple pleasure of a dear friend's company, and as usually happened it was Jacke who finished his drink first.

He set down his empty mug and took in a breath. It was indeed spectacular, the view, and though Jacke never once tired of it he nonetheless found his gaze drawn to the magician at his right to take in the details he'd long since committed to memory: the ash-brown hair which Jacke now knew grew nearly all over, soft skin which got yet softer at the juncture of his thighs and neck, and eyes sparking the same feeling that Jacke felt whenever he gazed out at the sea.

Strange to think an arcanist he met out on the street would end up being worth looking a bit daft, and doing something foolish like…

Ye got vital whids to cut? Then cut em. Tell him.

An excerpt from Screw Your Courage It was a perfect night in Limsa Lominsa. Azeyma's warmth had yet to fully dissipate despite her absence, and Menphina's face shone in a waxed moon over a calm, wine-dark sea. Only a few wisps of cloud obscured the heavens, and the scent of salt brought on the breeze was mingled with the medley wafting up from Hawker's Alley: that of fish and spice and all the other things Llymlaen's bounty furnished those who dwelt in her fair city. It was a perfect night for two young men to share a drink up at the Drowning Wench, overlooking the aetheryte, and that's precisely what Ifan and Jacke were doing. The pair had chosen to avoid the evening crowd inside, and took their mugs out to the wide boardwalk circling the Mizzenmast instead, where Ifan sat at Jacke's right side while their legs dangled over the edge. They talked, and drank, and laughed, and enjoyed the simple pleasure of a dear friend's company, and as usually happened it was Jacke who finished his drink first. He set down his empty mug and took in a breath. It was indeed spectacular, the view, and though Jacke never once tired of it he nonetheless found his gaze drawn to the magician at his right to take in the details he'd long since committed to memory: the ash-brown hair which Jacke now knew grew nearly all over, soft skin which got yet softer at the juncture of his thighs and neck, and eyes sparking the same feeling that Jacke felt whenever he gazed out at the sea. Strange to think an arcanist he met out on the street would end up being worth looking a bit daft, and doing something foolish like… Ye got vital whids to cut? Then cut em. Tell him.

Screw Your Courage

~2.1k words | Teen | M/M | #woljacke

Captain Jacke has a confession for the man who isn't yet known as the Warrior of Light. It doesn't go well.

CW: Thieves' Cant.

#ffxivwrite | #rarepairweek | #kaleidofic

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Jacke Swallow and Ifan Kaleid in the upper decks of Limsa Lominsa several years before the beginning of ARR. Jacke is doing a kabedon, Ifan is enjoying it. Does what it says on the tin.

Jacke Swallow and Ifan Kaleid in the upper decks of Limsa Lominsa several years before the beginning of ARR. Jacke is doing a kabedon, Ifan is enjoying it. Does what it says on the tin.

Ifan looking rather enamored with Jacke of Hearts.

Ifan looking rather enamored with Jacke of Hearts.

Jacke grinning wickedly at his new colt.

Jacke grinning wickedly at his new colt.

Jacke of Hearts.

#ffxiv | #gposers | #woljacke | #kaleidopose

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