20 Works by TheMoYouKnow
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Orion's hand fell from the guitar's body and landed in the space between their legs. It made his breathing still with a shallow hope he couldn't begin to place the source of that his leg would somehow be brushed like the strings in the other man's lap. A soft strum, once, and he knew he would resonate in a chord neither of them had ever heard.
"You're getting tired."
Granson blinked at the book before looking up at Orion directly. He was smiling, eyes lulled with something beyond exhaustion, and that too made Granson want to shift in place. For all Orion's jumpy moments of uncertainty that hung in the days between his pointed asking about Granson's attraction to men, Granson found himself glad that it didn't change Orion entirely. That this version of him still existed somehow, if only in the wee hours.
"And you're not?" Granson countered.
Half-warmed exchanges are still heat.
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- Part 12 of My Virtues Uncounted
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A soft hum came from beside him along with the soft rustling of what sounded like Orion's shorts. Opening an eye to peek, he saw the other man pull a single gil from his pocket and flip it in his hand before catching it.
"What are you doing?" He asked and watched as Orion's eyes shut. When they stayed closed in what felt like concentration, it pieced itself together. He was making a wish. "You're not serious."
Flipping it into the water, Orion opened his eyes and watched as it drifted to the bottom to where it settled. "I am." Hand dug back into his pocket, he fished another coin out and held it out to Loifa. "You go."
Orion urges Loifa to make a wish and despite better thought, Loifa obliges.
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- Part 12 of Bright Eyes and Wits
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Morning came and went and so along with it was the reality that Orion surmised. Loifa had left half an hour ago back to his room that hadn't seen any sleep from him at all to ready himself to head out for the day. Just as he promised the night before, they started their morning with a similar round of things as they had the night. The ache in Orion's shoulders and lower back was one that was hard won and as he stood up to cross the room he found himself struggling not to shake in his step.
It brought a grin to his face, laugh ghosted across still red lips that had marks in them not yet entirely healed. Loifa was a force to be reckoned with in many ways, that was obvious from the day they met, but never did he anticipate this sort of battle. One of bodies and a war made again and again until they were both too spent to do anything but sleep for a precious few hours.
Just as quickly as the joy came, it left at the same thought that provided it. They had a wonderful time together… was it just that? One night and nothing further?
The day after Orion and Loifa sleep together leaves many questions in the air. Some have answers.
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- Part 6 of Bright Eyes and Wits
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Sleep was starting to find him, eyes peeking around the corner of the bookshelf now casting a shadow from the moon's waning light that poured in from the window. It crept, a slow walk down Orion's spine that laid bare to the half-chilled air and his lids fell shut. They rested just like that for only a few moments before a soft chirp drew them open again in a flash. His hand flew out to the table next to him, scrambling for the small piece of technology before tucking it crookedly into his ear.
"No," He answered in his usual fashion, blink a little slower as his drowsiness tried to pull him back under. "Yes?"
"Hey."
Pushing up at once, Orion clutched a hand into the sheet beneath him as Loifa's voice settled on his shoulders like a blanket. "Hey… you okay?"
A bit of silence. Orion's stomach turned and pulled his mouth to open once more, but Loifa filled it instead. "I just… I wanted to hear you."
Orion gets a late night surprise.
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- Part 15 of Bright Eyes and Wits
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There was no where to be defined, only who.
It was a room that felt like many rooms and none all at once and even if he did know where it was, Loifa didn't care. His attention was singled in on ink that twisted around his fingers and teeth that pulled on his lower lip. Whatever world existed outside of the body pressed against his was unnecessary. For once—one single fleeting moment—he was getting what he wanted.
And Gods, it was good.
Loifa gets what he wants.
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- Part 3 of Bright Eyes and Wits
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"So, what was that, exactly?"
Loifa blinked out of his thoughts to look up at Mahaud with a furrowed brow. "I'm not sure what you mean. What was what? We lost. He got away again, that's what it was."
"Not that," She said and winced at the no doubt dull ache her head was pounding with still. When Loifa's hand went up to touch her, she waved him off. "I'm fine, I promise. Just need rest."
"The miqo," Ancel answered and nodded as his sister looked at him, "So, m'not blind then either."
Loifa and the others talk about what happened outside Black Brush.
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- Part 2 of Bright Eyes and Wits
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It was not as if he couldn't hear them—perhaps that was rather the point—but all the same, Stephanivien walked toward his office without turning around until he crossed the door's threshold. As he did his three shadows stopped where they were. Corentin's eyes widened where Valerie and Sinclair's did not. All of them together meant something was afoot, but he could not yet glean what that was. He did not, unfortunately, have the skill their mother did.
"So, what is it we're bargaining for?" Stephanivien asked, hands pressed to the edge of his desk as he rested against it. "Go on."
"The market," Valerie said—ever their spokesperson—eyes fixed to him like a target. "We want to go."
"What for?"
"Stuff," Corentin said.
"Stuff?"
"And things," He continued.
Stephanivien handles three bargaining kits.
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- Part 3 of FFXIV Writes 2025
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"And this… can you guess what this is for?"
O'rhola glanced up from the napkins he was busying himself folding to a familiar sight. His father stood, hands pressed to the bar leaned over it with a cocky sort of grin to his expression. On the opposing side of the grain, his mother stood her own ground, eyes lulled with amusement at the game that as beginning.
"Hmmm… perhaps sales tax?" Rhaya suggested, finger tapping her cheek as she tilted her head in thoughtful ease.
O'rhola learns about a payment.
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- Part 2 of FFXIV Writes 2025
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Red skies. Screams. A thunder of feet and clouds alike. These were the sounds of the final days as they drew upon the land.
Equivalent to the glare that the world seemed to have on life itself stood someone that stared back with a baleful resolve of their own. The world would not end because to have it be so would be to destroy that which he had worked for. What he longed for, what he loved, all of it was in danger in a measure too close to actuality.
"He's gone."
The final days came and none were prepared.
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- Part 1 of FFXIV Writes 2025
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It's late when he hears it.
A soft click of the front door lock being undone twitches Loifa's ears and yet he does not move. He simply stays where he is in his bed, book still on his lap and tries to return his focus to the words. Soon enough, Orion will be up the stairs and filling the space with sound as he always does. While the quiet is appreciated on his own time, he cannot deny he like the light the other man brings to a room.
Yet when he crests the top of the stairs to the loft, sound does not follow as he anticipates.
Orion is quiet, movement sluggish and takes the shortest path he can manage from the stairs to the bed. He crawls onto it, movements almost childlike in their simplicity and curls into Loifa's legs without a word. Loifa pauses, mouth open with a question unformed and therefore unspoken. He waits to see if Orion will speak, a mumbled explanation against pale skin, but it never comes.
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- Part 18 of Bright Eyes and Wits
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"Would you want to?"
Orion shifted his attention to where Granson stood, blinking a little wider at the expression he found hung against the other man's face. Nerves. Teenage, almost. As if Granson had stolen something from his father's liquor shelf and brought it for them to play fast and loose with. Except the alcohol in question was one he had never tasted. Orion knew what it was like to be with men, he knew all things considered he preferred it, but that wasn't the case for Granson.
His board sat rather clean of that concept and now he desired to hesitantly draw on it with Orion's hand over his.
"That's not the question you should be asking," Orion replied, brows raised slightly with the corner of his mouth. "A better, more apt question would be: when would you want to? Because I want to. I've wanted to for a while… but I've been glad going with you as you feel things out—so to speak."
Granson's expression stayed fixed in a nervous sort of half-smile. "That's a yes?"
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- Part 19 of My Virtues Uncounted
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"And just how did you come across these?"
Orion glanced up from his cutting board to the corner of his eyes to where Granson stood. He was properly far away, leaving the ample space demanded by Orion early on when he first started staying over. Kitchens were for cooking not for cuddling. A rule best followed by any unless they wanted Orion himself simmering on medium to high heat.
Peeling another peach carefully, he knocked his head to the side as if he could actually direct Granson to the answer. "Vendor brought a case and a half to the stairs and Glynard told me to make use of them. So, I am."
Orion gets several sweet surprises at once.
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- Part 5 of My Virtues Uncounted
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It is a scene Granson was certain would never arrive, yet here and now, it has. Orion is knelt before him, panting out in weakened breath as his skin grows paler by the second. Sun beats down on them both, light again poured out into it yet there is no warmth on his shoulders. There is only a cold, sinking feeling and a churn of nausea he can barely keep down in his stomach.
The promise rings out in his ears, heavy and resounding like a gong beat over and over: You leave this world yourself, Rho. You leave me as you.
Granson fulfills a promise.
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- Part 34 of My Virtues Uncounted
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It was not uncommon, this.
Orion, awake at the wee hours of a day long turned to night, head laid on a pillow across from another that was asleep. The only difference being that this time, this person, felt different to him. Not in any one good or bad way, but at the moment, the lingering in that middle was making his stomach toss like rough seas.
Granson didn't know the truth of him. A truth Orion was encouraged not to give as it may do more harm than good to break the constraints of the known universe for the average person. When the Exarch gave him this heeded warning, he had brushed it off with ease. Who would he tell, after all. Who couldn't he lie to?
A soft breath from Granson's nose grew a little louder in its inhale, snore only a fraction of what the man could be capable of, and Orion felt the question hammer into the back of his skull. If he could lie to Granson, he could lie to anyone. The trouble was that it was the last thing he wanted to do.
Orion tells Granson where he's from.
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- Part 9 of My Virtues Uncounted
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It wasn't a guise to return to the First so soon after departing it—not in totality, at least.
After all, things were not yet remedied in the empty nor with Gaia herself. There was worry there, underlying against the other work clearly waiting on the Source due to the Telophoroi's touch, and Orion was managing it best he could. It could be said then that what he was presently concerned with should not have been on his mind at all. A gift of sorts—if one reduced its definition to a distilled point more bitter than the highest grade of alcohol—was his current focus and would remain his focus until the new owner could claim it as his possession.
Orion gives Granson a piece of himself.
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- Part 38 of My Virtues Uncounted
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A soft knock rang out on the door and his attention flicked to it with a drop of his tail between his legs.
"Please," He muttered as he walked toward it, "Do not fucking call me into the field right now or I swear by Llymlaen's spear…"
Upon opening the door, Orion found himself faced with a sight he both did and didn't recognize. Granson stood before him, his own clothing changed in kind into a white shirt laced up just so at the neck with dark pants and boots to suit. It was—for a man born in the farmlands near the coast—as fancy as fancy got for him, Orion knew.
Something about the equivalent effort on top of being sought out rather than met up with made him hold the door a little tighter before he spoke. "You're early."
Orion and Granson have the first of (hopefully) many dates.
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- Part 17 of My Virtues Uncounted
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"How'd you know it was me?" Granson asked, head falling to his shoulder, brows raised. "Metal give me away?"
"Yes and no… you're not the only one in here with gear like that on. Your footsteps sound a certain way and your smell—"
"I smell? Gods, sinner, you know how to make a man feel good, eh?"
Granson learns something new about Orion... and himself.
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- Part 13 of My Virtues Uncounted
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Now, he was. Now, he was hurt and bleeding.
"Hey—hey, we'll go back, alright? We'll get Anzu on it and everything will be fine," Granson urged, words stumbling out of his mouth as he looked over the wound. Orion's hand was pressed tightly on it, eyes wound shut in what looked like concentration. "Let me see it, will you? Come on, just a second."
Orion shook his head, huffing out a breath he had been holding. "No need for that."
"Come on, I'll let you keep the pressure on it, I'm just worried about—"
"It's not there anymore," Orion said in a tone so empty that it made Granson's hair stand up on his neck.
Orion reveals something unseen.
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- Part 7 of My Virtues Uncounted
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"When else does anyone have the chance to have people pick out shapes for stars other than when they're a child? This is a rare occurrence we've got, sinner," He replied, tail thumping on the ground as the joy in the thought touched deeper.
"So, you're calling it childish?"
"So, you're taking that as an insult?" Orion quipped back. His eyes lulled and curled his mouth on one edge in a smirk. "Not all things that make us children are bad. I'd argue the opposite."
"I'm sure you would…" Granson muttered and smiled when Orion's tail took a pointed flick in his direction. "So, you want me to do what exactly? Pick one out and name it?"
"That I do."
Umbral/Astral prompt for FFXIV Rarepair Week 2025
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- Part 21 of My Virtues Uncounted
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"I like this shirt," Granson offered, mouth cresting Orion's jugular before drawing back to his shoulder once more.
"You'd like it better on the floor, I wager," Orion replied. His smirk grew sharper still. "We have to get back before the hour."
Granson's hands curled at the hem of it, pulling without hesitation. "Then we'd best not waste time."
Orion and Granson take an aside before returning to the others.
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- Part 44 of My Virtues Uncounted