There is the belief in Eorzea that a second marriage- usually one experienced by a widow- is just as special, if not more so, than the first. It is a sign that The Twelve have given that person a second chance at happiness. No more or less important than the first.
ty to @allyennah for linking me to this veil mod, it's everything I've been wanting for her <3
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manifesting this for next tier
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World’s unhappiest marriage
His majesty sends his warmest wishes in congratulations. Long have we awaited a union between your two houses. May you spend the rest of your years in happiness.
Teeny tiny @akaiba cameo, I made Tris a baby in the background because where Ced goes Tris goes!
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MiqoMarch Day 23 - Midnight
With their intended voyage into the void only a few days out, Arsay thought it the upmost importance that she steal her partner away to Kugane, that they might share one more fond memory together should things not turn out the way they plan in the thirteenth. It was as they crossed the very same bridge the miqo'te had once sat on together two years prior when Arsay gifted Y'shtola with a bracelet matching that of her own. A token of endearment which, Arsay confessed, she would have given to her fellow scion back then, had nerves not gotten the best of her. While their relationship has undoubtedly changed since the initial purchase of the jewellery, the sentiment remained the same. Y'shtola was someone who Arsay loved dearly and she will forever be grateful to have the seeker's life intertwined with her own. No matter where their free spirits took them, they would always hold each other in their hearts. A promise Y'shtola was more than willing to keep. She slipped the the string of beads around her wrist without a second thought. They were never to come off, not even when the two decided to delay their return to Radz-at-Han in favour of a private bath at the dead of night.
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Finally capped Sanctuary and finally gave in on my impulse to sketch these two <3
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My fiancé joins the fray. :)
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Walking, Stumbling, Crumbling
T | Sanson/Guydelot | 4.3k words
Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a happy ending
Guydelot fishes into his coat pocket to pull out a velvety box. With a frozen smile he walks towards Sanson to hand it over, lid open. The bands were gold, engraved with some gaudy details or another and adorned with expensive stones; not something that he thinks Sanson would ever wear but ah, mayhap he doesn’t actually know Sanson at all.
Certainly not enough for him to be the one standing up at the altar.
[What if Sanson doesn't choose Guydelot and marries someone else]
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garlean high society was appropriately aghast when their rising star wedded some savage she had picked up off the streets of Bozja.
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