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elfyourmother · 2 years
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Junelezen Day 12 - Five Minutes of Fate
I would be your shield, my love, for so long as you will it.
Twas what he said to me, when I wept within the circle of his strong and tender embrace, upon what I once believed the worst night of my life.
I remembered it once more, despairing, when he shoved me to the immaculate marble tiles of the span, and we were blinded by an incandescence unyielding.
A singular moment--naught but the hairsbreath span between heartbeats in truth--was all we had, there atop the sacred pinnacle of the Holy See. But a moment twas all I needed to defy Fate. For the light of the heavens shall eclipse even that of an ill-gotten false god, and with breath and will and all the love I yet possessed did I pry open the gate, beckoning the sacred bowers of the Bole to shield my Silver Fuller even as he shielded me. To grant him the strength of its roots, ancient and everlasting, that he should bend but not break--this I evoked upon him with all the might of mine Art, a benediction of Earth and Stars, with all the love I bore this gentle and courageous son of House Fortemps, the man who gave me everything when I possessed nothing, for whom nothing I could give would ever be enough, such was the depth of my love for him.
And it was enough--just enough. Though he collapsed, Aymeric felt the thread of life as yet within him, frayed thought it was. Through my tears, I spied Estinien spirit him as swiftly as the might of the Azure Dragoon would permit it, away to the Hospitaliers.
And as I once wept in Haurchefant’s arms, so too did I weep within Aymeric’s--for the first time, but of a surety not the last--and he brought me to the tiny chapel in the Congregation’s cupola, offering me the only comfort a despairing champion of the Fury could give. As the Ishgardians are wont upon the Longest Night of the year, so we kept Halone’s Vigil upon the longest night of my life. Aye, even Estinien too. Never have I been a woman of great faith, but that night I fell to Her feet as a desperate pilgrim, begging her to spare my love--our love, for Aymeric and Estinien felt no less the same as I, and I knew it then at last.
He awakened, some weeks later.
But I shall never forget that moment he was nearly lost to us; a moment that would leave us all changed forever, the four of us, in ways we as yet failed to comprehend.
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ravencrossffxiv · 2 years
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“Oh, hello! My name is Raven Cross-Fortemps. It’s lovely to meet you!”
((Raven Cross-Fortemps, in ARR, Heavensward, Stormblood, Shadowbringers, and Endwalker, because I can’t decide on just one picture for my gorgeous 6′10 purple elf. X3 She’s a BLM/PLD gameplay wise but she’s a battlemage/knight. ))
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spotofmummery · 2 years
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Junelezen 1 - Introduction
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While I'll do my best to fit prompts to Amon, he's no current WoL - nor are any of the characters I write. Some of the WoL-type prompts don't fit him so well... so let me introduce the three possible Elezen I might choose from this month: Amon, Tad and Ben!
-Prompt List Here-
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snakemoltsiren · 2 years
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21. Uncanny Valley ɪ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜʏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɢʟᴀᴢᴇᴅ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ'ꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ
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allycryz · 2 years
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Junelezen Day 8: Heavensward
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Nerys knew, she knew she was far more valuable to Haurchefant going after Thordan and his knights than getting in the way of the Fortemps chirurgeons.
But how can I leave him now?
A fire burned in her breast, demanding vengeance for Haurchefant, for Aymeric, for every life lost upholding this millennia-old falsehood. Her decision should have been easy.
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And yet.
She slipped into Haurchefant's room after the healers left. He had the glazed, unfocused look of one recently attended to with magic and medicine.
"Dearest heart," he murmured, smiling. "Have you come to bid me farewell?"
Her heart lurched in her chest as she stepped over and took his uninjured hand. "I'm here to sit with you."
His eyelids fluttered shut. "They shall sing songs, of Nerys Eluned who strikes down evil with one hand and caresses the good with the other."
"And of Haurchefant Greystone," she said, kissing the center of his palm. "No truer knight than he."
"And handsome," Haurchefant added, a pleased flush upon his cheeks. "Do not forget handsome. And virile."
"No truer knight, none more handsome or virile," Nerys amended. "Nor one so ready to sleep and conserve his strength."
"For you, anything." He settled against the pillows more fully. "Wake me, if you must depart when I am still slumbering."
Her throat tightened. "I will."
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orime-stories · 2 years
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Day 10 - Gaol Break
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“My friend!” Haurchefant beamed as she entered his hall. “To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure?”
“I was nearby—”
“And you thought to valiantly rescue me from this dreary report I am supposed to be compiling! How very kind of you!”
“My Lord...” Yaelle groaned in frustrated resignation as he carelessly stuffed the offending papers into a drawer and then hurried out of his seat and to Aurelle’s side.
“Oh never mind all that — it shall get done, and it shall get done on a day that I do not have such a distinguished guest. Now,” he turned his attention back to Aurelle. “Might you consent to joining me on a bracing stroll through these frozen wastes of ours?” He offered her his arm with an easy smile, as though he had just suggested a wander through some picturesque gardens instead. “There shall be hot chocolate by way of reimbursement later,” he then added.
“That sounds lovely,” she beamed back. “All of it.”
For the Junelezen Challenge 2022
Previous Entries: Introduction / Calamity / A Realm Reborn / History Repeating / Eorzea Defended / Dreams of Ice / Warrior of Light / Heavensward / Floor the Horde
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tea-and-conspiracy · 2 years
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#Junelezen 2022 Day 3: A Realm Reborn
“Had you told me but a few years ago that dragons would be living in Ishgard, I would have been torn between fury and laughter. But now that we’ve had a chance to get to know them, I find I am full glad of their presence. How swiftly this nation has changed...”
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potassium-pilot · 2 years
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Junelezen Day 17: More Heroes
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When you are well and rested, you are to return home, where friends will be waiting for you.
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mirageofthecrystal · 2 years
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Junelezen 2022 - Day 1 I Introduction
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Noble.
Knight.
Soldier.
Heretic.
Traitor.
Warrior.
Rebel.
Hero.
Ser Faiolan of the Minor House Penderghast, Knight of the Heaven's Ward, has played many roles. From a kid dreaming of adventure he followed a path fraught with danger, betrayal, love, loss, fear, misery, bloodlust, vengeance, justice, and countless other triumphs and defeats. Sometimes bent but never broken, Faiolan has risen above all these things to become the man he was meant to be, one who protects his people and his loved ones without a second thought to how he endangers himself. His strength of character, of arms, and of will has guided him through trial and tribulation to stand amongst the people of Ishgard, Eorzea, and lands further afield as a defender of that which is right and just.
Born in Ishgard to lesser noble House, he has always lived to a high standard set by his parents and by the expectations of his people. Escaping imprisonment for allegations of heresy and enduring a self-imposed exile to Ul'dah where he was forced to trade blade and blood for gil in order to survive. Serving the heretics and so-called traitors of his people in order to bring the light of justice upon a deceptive regime during the Dragonsong War. Fighting the Empire in Ala Mhigo to gain independence for a people not his own, but ones who had similarly had their pride and their spirit twisted and crushed by those who saw themselves as superior. Standing as a bulwark against the horrors and miseries ushered in by the Final Days, never losing himself to that same despair which would consume so many others, even after losing one whom he cared for most.
These are but a few of the moments that have shaped Faiolan into who he is, and yet who he will become is yet to be seen. He has set aside all that he has ever known in search of himself, whether that be who he was all along, or perhaps a version of himself he has yet to discover. The path has been long and winding, and yet I hope dearly that he finds solace at its end... or at least the answers he seeks.
To understand the man, we must walk along that path, and to see where it ends, we must take our place at its beginning. A month dedicated to the elezen of Eorzea, which I shall use to tell what I can of the tale of Faiolan Penderghast.
Happy Junelezen, folks!
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elfyourmother · 2 years
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Junelezen Day 6 - Dreams of Ice
Never have I met one whose name was so utterly incongruous with her fundamental nature; of a surety, I did not expect Lady Iceheart’s passions--for justice, for her comrades--to smolder in such a conflagration.
As I did not expect to fall so hopelessly in love with her.
And I did not expect this road we have walked together to be quite so long; we have come a long way from that lonely plain buried by eternal winter, indeed, we Sisters in the Light. Through ancient forests, to dusty Gyr Abania, to the First reflection and even to the edge of the very stars have Ysayle and I protected one another, laughed with one another, wept with one another, as Scions and lovers. We have faced Primals and immortals--all manner of foes--and brought them low, together. Always, together...
I have lived a dream with her, and our loves; one from which I pray I shall never awaken.
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noodlingway · 2 years
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Junelezen Day 20: Paradise Found
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spotofmummery · 2 years
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Junelezen 2 - Calamity
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Those who survive a calamity must live with the aftermath.
((It always pains Amon to see what's become of his once-home - what he considers the desolation of Mor Dhona.))
-Prompt List Here-
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snakemoltsiren · 2 years
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16. Lunar Cycle ιт ωαѕ α ∂αяк ηιgнт нσρє ιт ѕтαуѕ тнαт ωαу
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allycryz · 2 years
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Junelezen Days 15 / 16: Solar Cycle / Lunar Cycle
Where Theia ends, I begin
I am not her, she is not me
But when I walked the phantom Amaurot
A feeling, mine but not mine,
told me I was here before
There was something I needed to find
and never found.
Later I remembered–
my memory and not my memory–
Whenever Theia returned to Amaurot
She went straight to Hythlodaeus' garden
Where he tended his plants
And Hades slept in ancient boughs
Waiting for her
Until he didn't
Until he didn't
Until she didn't
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orime-stories · 2 years
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Day 1 - Introduction
And so it was that I came to know Aurelle Silmontier, Eorzea’s recently named Warrior of Light. Her plain, midnight blue robes marked her as one of Gridania’s conjurers—shapers of nature itself, whose powers manifest in accordance with an ancient pact kept with the elemental guardians of the Twelveswood. Her borrowed coat marked her as one that had come to our city hastily, unprepared for the bitter cold of our post-calamity climate. And her downcast eyes and faltering voice marked her as one mired by a great many anxieties and doubts.
But beneath all that, we were soon to learn, lay a noble and courageous heart. Never faltering as she walked the treacherous path that had been placed beneath her feet—one that would see our great city delivered from a doom we could not have forseen nor stood against alone.
Despite the tangled web of politics, misplaced faith and cold suspicion she was met with, still she fought for us.
Still she soldiered on—as into our homes, and into our hearts, she came.
—From the memoirs of Count Edmont de Fortemps Heavensward
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tea-and-conspiracy · 2 years
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Junelezen 2022 Day 11: Orthodox Mayhem
“Is it godly to spill the blood of an innocent child!? To burn the homes of your brothers!? Tell me, priest─is that godly!?”
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