Commander Sanson Smyth
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Commander Sanson Smyth
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Please just call me Commander Smyth. (WoL!Sanson, Azure Dragoon 2, FFXIVRP Account) (21+ only - NSFW and Dark themes) (multiship)
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"I'm not a hero, I'm a godsdamned janitor."

A WoL version of Sanson Smyth from the Bard Questline in FFXIV
Self indulgent as fuck - like seriously.
"And I am giving you no last chance to return Vrtra. You've expended what mercy I have, and you're going to suffer the full consequences."
"It's just a clone. A mindless creation with no soul. Do whatever you want with it."
Are you sure? I can help you draft your recruitment form right now if you want.
[his brow furrows slightly as he looks up from his logbook]

... If you want to enlist in the Adders you are of course welcome to do so, and I'll help you with the process any way I can. But I cannot guarantee you a spot in my contingent.
//who saved this
Shirtless at his desk because it's warm out today.

One hand is holding a book open. The other arm is occupied with keeping his chest propped up - not really a conscious pose, just one he falls into out of subconscious habit.

Can't have things jiggling about when you're trying to focus.
>> the room. He'd heard of Orthos from G'raha Tia but had not yet explored it himself.

And he certainly hadn't intended to do so today.
The floor *cracks* as Sanson lands, splitting beneath his feet in every cardinal direction.

Seeing the Ascian hobble about a bit in pain satisfied his fury enough for him to not immediately resume attacking.

He snorts blue aether fire from his nose, standing to his full height and looking around >
>> through the dungeon. He hadn't been aware there was even anything besides dirt to plunge into in the first place - but he can only passively acknowledge the unexpected length of their mutual fall.

Too much dragon brain devoted to anger.
/"Gahn ashan!!"/ Sanson's voice booms with unnatural force as he yells back - it's a miracle he hasn't fully transformed by this point, but the amount of scales on his body has tripled and his eyes are blazing.

Almost literally.

He doesn't even acknowledge their surroundings as they plummet >>
Wherever they intended to go was irrelevant - they were now only going for sure in one direction.

Very, very down.
>> dragoon dives the Ascian with as much force as the chosen of Hydaelyn is capable of.
He just /had/ to touch him.

Sanson would have, in his younger days, had more control. But the dragon blood and PTSD have not helped his temper.

On top of that, he has had no bard to help soothe his bubbling rage.

It's not so much a conscious decision as it is an inevitability, when he suddenly >>
Are you saying 'I appreciate it' in casual shorthand form or are you asking me to express gratitude for you not acting like a child every time we speak.
>> calling, but he has to hear SOMETHING from the dragon hidden away nearby. Right?
"Shut UP-!"

His lance pierces the node before it can finish the last syllable, and he flings both it and Emet-Selch aside.

"I have had enough of Allag and its pathetic knock off nation! I want nothing more to do with either of you!"

He storms inside the gates, risking a roar - he's not used to >>
I assumed that was every interaction you had with me.
[he tries not to think of the fact that Zenos has a nose very similar if not identical to his great grandfather, and fails]

[He rubs his forehead]

You can call it something else.
[solemn nod of understanding and trust]

[back to reading]
Only if it interferes with my work.
He had to learn.

I am bad with sarcasm or other similar indirect methods.
"You're making a similar face that Guydelot does when he's watching me do nothing of interest. 'What are you doing' I ask. 'Just perving' is his answer."