The "Be My Valentione!" Creative Writing Contest (NA) - OFFICIAL ENTRY THREAD

[Ellipsis]

Dear Scarface Bugaal Ja,
Do you remember the first time we met? Steam rising up obscuring even the glisten of the aetheryte in the middle of the hot springs of camp bronze lake. I was sipping on my warmwine after a long fought battle when I heard a commotion in the distance. A storm sergeant cursing loudly, a women and child in a duetted scream, and then you leapt through the misty haze. You eyed me with your salacious grin, and before I even had time to react you dropped your towel. What happened next I will never forget, no matter how many eikons I go to blows with, and no matter what great lands I venture to. You started gyrating your hips and letting your mamool ja body flow indescribably, it was truly the dance of your people, your dance of joy.

In an instant you were gone, running through the springs chased by adventurer and storm recruit alike and I never saw you again, until years later. At a distance at Costa Del Sol you graced the beach goers with your dance, and at that moment I knew I wanted you to be my Valentione.

So I write you, because i'm not like the other adventurers that want to drive you away, I understand you, you just want to be free, free to dance, so Scarface Bugaal Ja, lets dance.


Your dance partner,
Ellipsis Oedipus


Ellipsis Oedipus - Diabolos

Ahriman Choker

[RomildaRayne]

Bull of Ala Mhigo,

I remember your words when we first met. "Fortune favors the bold," you said. In that moment, I felt a fire ignite in my heart, and I knew that I would choose you. My admiration for you only grew—the indomitable General of the Immortal Flames, you fearlessly led us into battle with your head held high. Still, you never thought yourself above us, you remained humble and kind.

And even in our darkest moments together—the Bloody Banquet, Halatali, and even the Wall—it was your strength that I borrowed. I still remember your face, twisted in pain and anger, the anguish of a father who thought he had lost his beloved daughter. Yet, even after so many betrayals, you never lost yourself to it! You forged that pain into a weapon, and you brought it to bear to liberate Ala Mhigo.

Your strength is unquestionable, not just on the battlefield, but also as a man. You are a father, to your men, to your son, and even to Her Grace. You have guided Pipin and Nanamo well, and they have grown as strong and kind as the man who nurtured them.

From humble beginnings, you rose up above it all, be it imperial invaders, slavery in a foreign land, fallen friends, or conniving Monetarists. Like a flame, you burn so brightly. And now you are home, and now you are free, and now we will rebuild together.

Thank you, my General.

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Name: Romilda Rayne
World: Balmung
Desired Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit.

[Auran]

My dearest Aymeric,

We only had one dinner together, but I must see you again. I miss you every day. I saw you in the Lochs, and was happy for that, despite the battle we were facing. I'd hoped to get another dinner invitation after our victory, but perhaps you were busy.

Come to my place instead, I've got your favorite wallpaper and sugar-filled breakfast. We can spend the day looking around the Gridanian Lavender Beds, I think you’d like it. Take a little vacation away from the ice, and when you go home, perhaps you can look into setting up some housing in Ishgard for adventurers. I’d love to move closer to you, and I’m sure it would bring in more tax revenue for Ishgard to rebuild with.

Love,

Auran Talik of Zalera

P.S. If you have a Scarf of Wondrous Wit lying around, bring it with, would you? It might be helpful to keep the fan-girls at bay.

[HeiwaMint]

“Dearest Sultana,
How I have longed to see you after our fateful encounter…I still remember the faint scent of your perfume and the smoothness of your skin against mine. Day after day, I could think of naught but of being with you again. Every day I feel myself dying bit by bit, deprived of the presence of your Grace. My wife is a member of your Sultansworn, and I have taken extreme measures to keep our affair a secret from her.

Meet me in front of The Quicksand on the 14th day of the 2nd moon. Be discreet and come alone. I will be waiting…

Love,
From your dearest lover :3”
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I found this letter in my husband’s jacket pocket yesterday and I decided I needed to confirm his infidelity with my own eyes.

He is with Hydaelyn now.

The Sultana will be joining him shortly…

XOXO,
H.Mint (recently widowed)

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Name: Heiwa Mint
Server: Goblin
Desired prize: Noble Barding

[Sorcy]

Tiamat, of Midgardsormr's First Brood,

I dare not speak to you of time, fore you have spent five thousand years confined in but a single moment, a moment that lives eternal in your heart; though I am but a child of man, I pray you will hearken to the whispers of my heart, fore it radiates with hope that there is yet a dawn which may soothe the cold depths of despair within yours.

Sun and moon have risen and fallen these past five millennia, but I fear neither dawn nor dusk has greeted you since your repent. You have not faded from my memory, nor has the song your sorrow sang that day. To a child of man, dawn is a symbol of hope; with the rise of the sun, so too is the chance to banish our darkness and bathe in the light of our triumphs. What is a dawn to eternity?

I am indeed naught more than a drop of rain passing through the sky of your world, but I hear your song; a song of eternal punishment that soundlessly flows through the aether abound. I cannot speak to you, Great Wyrm, of time nor dare I breathe a whisper of familiarity with the depths of despair in which your heart drowns.

Children of man have offered you naught but the means to construct your darkness. I fear all that I can offer is but a new memory, one which I pray will aid your solace--a memory of a small, insignificant drop of rain who never stopped hoping that one day a new dawn would greet you, and even when the rain has passed, in its stead a song of eternal hope, to be a companion for your eternal sorrow.

Your drop of rain,
Sorcy Nightingale

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Name - Sorcy Nightingale
World - Famfrit
Prize - Bluebird Earrings (please)

[ILOVEELO]

Dear-o My Nero,

I have had my (not third) eye on you since we first met in the Praetorium. Your dazzling gold-trimmed armor, shockingly good fighting tactics, and take-charge attitude certainly have not gone unnoticed by me. When we entered the World of Darkness together, I was amazed by your resolve, even when you nearly disintegrated and were almost forever lost to the void. I adore your intense gaze and wonder if you can sense my ardor for your scientific savvy. Seeing your smile gives me fluturinis in my stomach, and when I see you, I am sure my blush is as deep of a red as your Garlean armor. When you wielded your magnificent gunhammer in the Rift, it made me wonder what else you were packing in that armor. Wonder though I do, I know that my passion for you is as broad as your incredible gift for magitek engineering.

Nero, I hope I can be your Steel Reason for love this Valentione’s Day.

With all my affection,
Ariane Montaigne of Mateus

Prize-Bluebird Earrings

[ooHazelnutoo]

My Dearest Hien Sama -

I knew the moment we met there was a connection. A spark in the aether was felt, and I know you must have felt it, too. I saw it within your deep, beautiful eyes. The way your smiled at me, the way you looked at me, there is no doubt in my mind that you feel the same as I do.

My love, my lord, you are everything I fight for. Nothing has made my heart flutter more than the moment you flew into the battle for Ala Mhigo on the back of your mount. Your selflessness, bravery, and courage that day as you fought by my side will forever be engraved in my memories.

Your warm heart, your deep... wisdom, and your... strong body. They are all I think of at night. I do pray that we meet again very soon.

Forever and always yours,
Kira Tribal of Midgardsormr
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Character Name: Kira Tribal
World: Midgardsormr
Desired prize, if chosen: Bluebird Earrings

[haruima404]

Beloved Haurchefant,

Each sun passes quicker than passage to Camp Dragonhead.
Mine heart set ablaze against the frigid air, dreaming of you.
No number of residents singing my praises sends me aflutter like your intense gaze.
Your declaration of support, sung from a trial's confine.

In a frigid wasteland, that fills dread with each dead; the aether around you brings blossoms in my gaze, fostering life in a body seeking an end from darkness.
Your words, my obsession. Your lips, my need.
Yearning to feel sincerity sent from your tempting mouth; praises of my conquest over you.

Half a dozen knights barely keeping you from catching me. Ah, how I wished to know if you would have embraced this vessel upon reaching my destination.
That strength, enough to shield, enough to hold me against you.
The warmth from your hand growing cold as the Coerthan breeze, turning this blazed heart to Diamond Dust.
Please, don't leave me. I have become those I slay.

Grief engulfed by passion (forgive my teary transgression), creating a primal: A retainer peddling wares with your face.
He is not you, however my desire indulges what I am denied.
On days when I am nostalgic, I pray to a shrine of you, going on a pilgrimage near the edge overlooking Ishgard.
Temporarily wearing the soul of a Paladin and donning the Fortemp Crest; the first sight noticed is your shield, welcoming with somber grace.
I beg you to not call me "friend", instead say "lover".
Nay, call me "wife".
An eternal bond I wish was true.
In this silence never to break, I ask you, a smile gracing the line on my lips (honoring your wish):
"Husband dearest, would you care to be my Valentione?"
Eternally Yours,
Mari Aguirre


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Mari Aguirre
Adamantoise
Noble Barding

[Bongaboi]

To My Dearest Lord Hien of Doma,

My heart beats for those who are so dear to me, here and there, now and forever. When I first met you on the plains of the Azim Steppe, I was mesmerized. Your sculpted build, your free flowing hair like that of an Eastern Dragon, your skills of a master Samurai touching us all, and the way you charmed me as you set your nation free. As you set my spirit free.

You are like an older brother that I never had in my life, an honest gentleman that would win the hearts of his homeland and mine. I sing songs of your praise and think of your charisma as I quietly partake in rice balls at my home in Shirogane. You said here and there that a people make a nation, not stone walls. To be alive is to feel joy and love.

Love sets people free, and you, my Lord, my soul brother, my beloved, are no stranger to this. I can do anything you wish to help you become a great leader, a talented commander, a proud inspiration.

In fact, you needs not ask because I can be your knight and not stand in your way in spreading your love across Othard and beyond. I believed in you then and now and these feelings I have for you are real and strong and if you were to notice them, that would be enough for me.

May the Kami shine down on you and may your presence and grace forever be at my side...until the very end.
I love you.

Your loyal ally and soul sister,

Kahori Harukawa of the White.

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This was written by Kahori Harukawa of Jenova. Should I win this contest, I would like to obtain the Noble Barding for my healer companion, Ryouichi the White.

[Wissp]

Minfilia:

Oh Minfilia, you foolish woman! WHY did you put your life on the line for me AGAIN; WHY do you this, risk yourself time and time again? Minnie, I don’t understand, you HATE me, CAN’T stand me, WHY would you DO it AGAIN, for ME?

It’s a splash of cold water on my face, but I’m finally starting to realize that you…yes, you, ACTUALLY care for me. Despite all I have done to drive you crazy, you ACTUALLY do care for me and want to see me protected, safe. And seeing the truth has made me realize I feel the same about you. I want YOU to be safe too. I want YOU to be back in my life driving me crazy with your inane missions, hearing that shrill voice of yours telling me to do what needs to be done. Despite our arguing, our fights, our sniping whenever we are in ANY kind of proximity to one another, we are friends, though I doubt anyone that knows us would believe a word of it, heck I am having a hard time believing it myself.

But my dear, I must face the facts as well as the truth in my heart; you ARE my friend, one who will go above and beyond the normal bounds of friendship. To be worthy of this, I must do the same, show you I am worth the effort you put forth on my behalf. I WILL prove myself worthy of your friendship dear, prove it to you as well as to myself.

Know this my dear, when all hope seems lost and the darkness is closing in; I will be there at your side as a beacon of light to guide you back home.

Your true friend;

Annabel

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Written by Annabel Ashcroft of Faerie
Prize: Bluebird earrings.