♥ Hello! I'm
Peach Sweet-tea! ♥

Half deaf, full gay, and somewhat lost himbo twink, ready to find his new home—wherever that may be.

18+ only (no minors whatsoever) ♥ E/M (ask first)

Find me on Gilgamesh, likely in Limsa.
Scroll down to learn more~♥

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Quick facts about Peach

Likes 💖

Being helpful (healer/dancer main), pastel pink and purple, fruits, flavorful foods (especially desserts!), being complimented, metaphors, making each other laugh, active listening, consensual physical touch, when people accommodate his communication needs, nice arms, G'raha Tia, and most of all,
cute boys—especially catboys and bunboys.

Dislikes 💔

Extremely spicy/salty/bland foods, strong odors, sweat, lots of body hair, wearing too many layers, melee combat, being put on the spot, crying (unless happy tears), being touched without permission, feeling like a burden, being alone in crowded spaces, nobles/wealth, bigotry/oppression of any kind.

The Lore

In a sparsely shaded stretch of land in the northern half of the Turali continent lived a small band of traveling Shetona. Known to locals as a part of Yyasulani, members of this close-knit community found abundance around them in everything they needed to live happy lives. While they had no qualms with other communities around them, they simply preferred the company of each other. It was a young couple, a purple-eared man and pink-eared woman, unassuming yet loving, who birthed the one later known as Peach.Soon after he was born, the couple knew their son would have some uphill battles. First, he ears didn't function to their fullest—he could hear enough to get by, but struggled with fainter sounds and hushed voices. Misunderstandings were common due to mishearing a word or two. Before he spoke, he used home sign his parents developed to communicate more fluidly. While he did eventually learn to speak (and his signing skills developed from contact with other communities), he only felt true comfort speaking with his parents. After all, they would never judge him for doing it—in fact, they made every effort to ensure their son was included. He felt warm and safe. However, fate had other plans for the family.One night, not long after his fifth birthday, Peach was awoken from deep slumber, feeling the grip of large, furry hands shaking him. His mind still foggy and his vision bleary, he couldn't make out what was being said, just that it was deep and frantic. Once his vision cleared, he saw that it was a stranger—a very tall, blue-furred Xbr'aal man—trying to frantically wake him up."Wha—" is all the boy could muster before the man scooped his small body into his arms and onto his chest. "We need to get out of here," is the response he got back. It was stern, yet caring. With Peach in his arms, the sturdy man rushed through the door of the tent, one of a dozen in a small cluster making up the housing of the small community. Another stranger—a shorter, dark-haired Xbr'aal woman—stepped out from the neighboring tent. "I found one," the man said to her in a whispered but serious tone. "Oh," she reacted, rushing over to them.Completely lost about what was going on and quickly becoming overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion of strangers, Peach whined, "I need mom and dad," pointing to the door of the tent he was just removed from. The woman's expression grimly hardened, clearly withholding something. The man's hand on Peach's back gently patted it as he meekly stated, "they're not in there."Peach whipped around to find someone else to talk to, but it was dead quiet. In contrast, the air around him felt... dark. Heavy. Like he could feel something sinister pressing down on his small frame.The woman then spoke up. "We were walking along the trail over there—" She pointed to the nearby foothills connecting the two nearest settlements. "—and we saw some people, wearing masks, running away from this area. They looked like they were up to something, their weapons drawn and bloody. With the freedom of the open sky comes the risk of bandits. We rushed over here as soon as the coast was clear... anyone we found... they're gone." He sighed deeply."Gone?" Peach frantically pushed against the man's chest, wanting to get down. "What do you mean, gone?" The woman glanced at something over the man's shoulder. In the dark, a few yalms away, Peach saw what looked like a pile of bloody clothes, heaped together in a makeshift arrangement. He squinted to see more clearly, realizing that there were bodies in the clothes. People. His people."No!" The cry that erupted from his tiny body could curdle the blood of even the most steel-hearted warrior. He squirmed out of the man's grasp, bare feet hitting the grass, and took a few hurried strides toward what he saw. In the darkness, on the side furthest away from him, Peach could see two hands grasped together—one purple and one pink—now locked in an eternal embrace. He could feel his knees hitting the soft grass and tears stinging his eyes. Nothing mattered anymore. Sobs wracked his body, shaky and pained. Eventually everything went white.Once morning came, Peach woke up to the smell of the ocean and the feel of weaved fabric. In a small room, a Shetona boy sitting on a chair—similar in age as Peach but with terra cotta hair—greeted him. “Who are you?” Those were the first words his mind—fragile and torn—could form. The boy answered, but his voice was soft. Peach gestured to his ear and stated, pointily, “Please speak up.” The other boy was kind and understanding, like he was talking to a long-lost friend.The terra cotta-eared boy filled Peach in on the details he overheard from the grownups last night. The Xbr'aal couple carried him into the city. They were traders who happened to be in the area when last night's events occurred. In his agony, his poor little body couldn't take all of the emotions at once, so he passed out. They couldn't leave the poor kid behind with the ruins of his community, his people. They brought him to the bustling city of Tuliyollal. The boy's voice got quiet as he shared that Peach's deepest fear had come to pass: he was the only one who survived. He was now alone, with no one to provide the comfort he needed.The boy soon became a trusted friend, someone who didn't judge him for sounding funny and would repeat things others said so Peach could understand. He even started to learn some basic signs, which made gossiping easier. He relied on the kid. However, he had no family, no one to rely on for his more complex needs. Realizing he had nothing to lose at this point and wanting to distance himself from the loneliness, he secretly stowed away in the cargo of a ship without telling anyone, not even his friend.Instead, he was bound for a faraway land, a place called Eorzea. Landing in Limsa Lominsa, the young boy gritted his teeth and set off on doing what he could to find comfort.Now an adult, Peach learned everything he knows from the people he encountered in his new life, from fellow orphans and children on the street to the occasional traveler who found... "interest" in a cute boy with bunny ears. Sometimes the coin of an older gentleman with lustful eyes is all that a kid on the streets can get, and Peach was no stranger to this trade-off. He learned to fend for himself. He couldn't get as close to these people as he wanted to, never forging true friends. That is, until the fateful day he heard a voice calling to him from within him: "Hear. Feel. Think."