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

[meoniwhitetail]

Oh Y'shtola, her eyes shine bright bipolar
glistening skin as pale as thy heavens
listening to her tales as long as she beckons
My sword to her side i will forever
hoard my admiration for thee in my endevour
Thine hair is golden as thy smile
so fair and bolden is her style
silken doth her words be spoken
a billion times i have been broken
cut, beaten down, torn and damaged
by eikon, ascian, hellborne ivebeen ravaged
by all that is holy i shall stride
in that hope wholly you will be my bride
to make ye mine and give thy controla
and hold you fine. my Y'shtola.



Meoni Whitetail, Ragnarok Server.
I would love to get a hold of the Mandragora Choker.

[unsinkablejack]

Curious Gorge,

I saw it in your eyes, even as I heard the words from your mouth. You love her. No matter what my feelings have been they hold not even a candle to the fire I have seen swirling in the depths of your eyes when you gaze upon her.
It matters not that I have been able to pull you back from the brink, time and time again, she will keep you from it. I know now that I was never able to help you control it. It matters not that we have spent years together, it only took one moment for you to know that she is the one you want to spent your remaining years with.
While my heart breaks knowing that you and I will never be. Those strong arms will never wrap around me in a sweet embrace, our lips never to meet in a soul stealing kiss. I take solace in knowing that our battle is not over, I take comfort in your friendship. And I am truly glad that you will finally be happy and whole.
Forever yours,
Skylar Paige


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Written by, Skylar Paige from Gilgamesh If my letter is chosen I would like the Noble Barding please

[LiliChassagne]

Papalymo,

I still miss you, you know? Times got tough after your passing. We keep fighting, there's not a day of tranquility, and sometimes I wonder if this is ever going to end. I guess you'd like to know how's Lyse. She's alright, and yes, she confessed your schemes – I think it was a bigger surprise to her rather than the rest of the scions. I digress.

That day Ilberd managed not only to bring a new fiend upon our land, he also took a piece of my heart in his stride. You were always so discreet, you kept things to yourself. I'm not sure if that's the reason why I never gathered the courage to tell you how I feel. I didn't take my last chance at Baelsar's Wall, and there isn't a single moment in which I don't regret my lack of confidence. I should have said I loved hearing your voice or how my heart skipped a beat every time you gave me that look of yours.

I can't recall exactly the moment I realized I was in love with you. And this might sound like a silly girl's delusions, though I can't help myself. Why didn't you let me stay by your side that day? We could have handled it together. Instead you just thought about my safety. I wonder, if I said right there how I feel, would you give up that ridiculous plan and come with me? Unlikely. You’re better than that. Wherever you are, I hope these words reach you, because I can’t live another day without saying I love you.

Yours truly, Lili.

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Written by Lili Chassagne
Server: Excalibur
I'd love to get the Noble Barding

[Hailene]

Aymeric,



I hope you have been well and that Ishgard is flourishing in Halone’s blessing. The reconstruction of Ala Migho and Doma is going better than expected. Kugane is absolutely beautiful and breathtaking with its culture and vistas. It’s been a crazy adventure - from repelling the Garlean forces to liberating the Mad King’s cursed prisoners.



Yet, through every hardship we faced, something felt… off. Every victory became dimmer. Every struggle made me feel more alone in my thoughts, even in company of friends. I became so distracted in the simplest of tasks, even Alphinaud took note and chided me! So I retreated to Yanxia to sort my thoughts. Memories took me back in time. Where I fought along someone with justice and determination in their mind; with loyalty in their heart and soul. When the victory was sweet and mirrored by another. The realization of who I was missing, set my heart afire.



That person is you.



Writing this caused feelings of doubt; and to my chagrin, fear… greater than fighting Nidhogg himself. Yet I choose to show the courage you have shown time and time again. Memories of your chivalry and our time together spurred my determination. Looking back, I didn’t realize then that my heart spoke the words when I offered you to join me for adventure. Reminiscing your pleased surprise warms my heart, and mayhap I misread your ill-hidden blush.



My invitation still stands.



May these words uplift your spirits and heart, and perhaps an Ishgardian delegation could visit Kugane in the near future. I offer my services as a Scion for escort. I want to share the wonders of the Othard and Aldenard with someone that makes my heart soar and a smile blossom upon my lips.



Yours in the Twelves’ blessing,



Hailene Sean’dar.



Hailene Sean'dar of Gilgmesh
Selection of prize: Noble Barding

[Exeon]

Fufucha my wild flower, this fool of a Miqote, knows not her own heart; try as she might to put into words; they would only be lies; I want to walk with you but I know not how, the world I know not and yet it knows lesser still,

Content to walk alone until you my wild flower; for you have brought spring to an endless winter; and with it the blooming of my heart, no matter what I do I cannot rid you from me; every thought, every glance I see you smiling, and wish with all my heart I could smile with you,

The days grow long and all this Miqote wishes, is to find memories with you, my darling wild flower will you not walk with me, smile, laugh, and share the joy of life; will you not know the one who walks with the moon, Fufucha I see you, will you not see me?

[VolatilePixie]

Dear Minfilia,
I didn’t know what I was signing myself up for when I was approached in Uldah.
That was until I met you.
You changed the way I looked at adventuring, I was smitten with you the moment I saw you.
My heart fell for you like a Lalafell punted off the top of Kugane Tower.
My love for you was as endless as the DPS dungeon queue on patch day.
For you, I would even endure Raublock EX and Pipin savage again, if that meant I could bathe in your Brilliant light once more.
The times we spent together when there was a miniscule amount of downtime were the best times of my existence.
I think back to the time I stormed the imperial base to save you. I was prepared to raze the base if I had to.
And believe me I could.
I felt the prayer you lifted up to Hydaelyn, to bring me to safety after the ultima weapon. I never thanked you properly for that.
I think back to the party that was thrown in our honour, and everything that transpired after that.
I remember when it was just us two and before I could tell you how I felt, you ran back to help Yshtola.
I laid awake wondering where you were, I kept asking myself were you safe or were you in danger.
It was later that I found out you had joined the mother crystal, you promised you would return. I will hold you to that promise, you are dearly missed.
I’m a dime a dozen, if I disappear there will be ten more to take my place as savior; but there will only ever be one of you.
I pray you return to us. To me.

Sincerely yours,

Pixie Beniko


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Character: Pixie Beniko
World: Exodus
Selection of prize: bluebird earring

[Kynthia]

A single piece of paper lays forgotten on the floor of the Bokairo Inn. The paper is crumpled, as if it had been carried around for quite some time. The contents, although somewhat scratched out and smudged, read:

Dearest Hildibrand,

It’s been a long time since last we met, hasn’t it? No doubt you’re off on another one of your cases, solving mysteries, undoubtedly finding your head once more planted in the ground. When first we met, I thought you a fool, albeit an entertaining fool, but a fool none the less. Throughout our journey to solve who the Phantom Thief was, there were moments where you proved me wrong. However, cross-dressing as Miss Arabella and thinking no one would tell the difference certainly didn’t help you-

I can’t pinpoint when exactly it happened, the realization just hit me one day, but I fell for you. I took notice the day the Treaty-Blade blasted you into the far off skies, although I laughed with an exasperated smile on my face, my chest felt tight as though someone was squeezing the life out of me. The day we found you in Coerthas buried in the snow, I swear I had felt no greater joy in all my life. Seeing you again seemed to bring color, color I had no idea was missing, back into my life.

Might I mention how terrifying I find your mother? I’ve faced down primals three times my size and none of them have scared me quite like your mother does. Although I did find it hilarious how she sent you flying.

I long for the day when I see you again; to assist you on whatever case you’re currently on. Till then, I love you I wish you well.

Love Yours Your Friend,
Kynthia
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Written by Kynthia Nox Of Brynhildr, if I get the chance I'd love the Bluebird Earring

[ParadoxHealer]

Dear Edda,
I saw you in the beginning when they wore you out getting potions, and later when they blamed you. They don’t understand you the way I do. I know what it is like when the tank runs out of range and you burn your mana healing DPS who do not dodge. I know how healers get thrown into groups with little preparation for the dynamics of huge groups of enemies, tanks who do not defend, and DPS who pull. I mourned with you for Avere, and I longed to hold you and comfort you. I understood your passion in Tam-Tara when you returned and cried as you fell. I looked for you, and when Paiyo ran, I knew your journey was incomplete. I knew you were hurting. I looked for you in the Palace, and I felt you watching me. I longed to tell you how I understood, how we were similar, how we could save each other. Then when I found you, you were clouded by the vengeance and did not see me. When I found Paiyo again, we returned you to Avere, and you said “thank you”, but did you see me? I return there, and I look for you when I am tired after the tank angers all the demons in the halls Darkhold and fights them all at once or when I am in the tower with the crazy priest in the final battle where no one dodges. I search for you because we are alike you and I, and we need each other. I understand your passion to save the people you heal. I know you understand me. The anger when they yell. The frustration at their choices. The need to teach them to respect. Please Edda, I need you.
Embyrr Wynter


Embyrr Wynter
Diablos
Mandragora Choker

[Aviecat]

I've returned to this cursed place, not as an adventurer, but as a bride-to-be. Sweet Edda, I ask that you pardon my blindness to your courtship! Your true intentions have made themselves apparent to me. With each step, I tread deeper into the Palace, where all is reddening, reddening with your passion!
Darling, I feel myself falling.

Edda, I hope this letter finds you well. My partner discarded the first one.
I'm returning to your side to say that I am receptive of your feelings.
How brilliant you appeared at Tam-Tara Deepcroft, with your bubbly laughter and contagious smile! However, I erroneously believed we'd all arrived to witness your wedding to Avere. Although I fought to protect us from the undead, I've realized my error.
You see

Darling, this is the third letter I've attempted to write you.
As an adventurer that is feared and revered, I've been told that many want my head. I interpreted these rumors as a threat, but you, Edda, have since opened my eyes. You took the head of Avere, the man you loved, so that you might grant him happiness. You said I was an inspiration to him; he'd give anything to be like me. I'm saddened your ritual came to an end, for if it hadn't, perhaps with Avere's severed head and my headless body, we could all be wed as one? I was even given the name Avery – one letter's difference from his!
Edda, I was always destined to be yours. You figured this out long before I did, which is why you carried the head of the one you loved, awaiting my arrival.
Without further ado, I ask you a question I'm sure you're dying to hear:
Edda, will you take my head in marriage?

Written by Avery Shy of Adamantoise (who thankfully became a bit more sane after being dragged out of the Palace by her partner).
Prize: Noble Barding

[littlemyotis]

Haurchefant,

People say I have changed.

Stolen from the brackish waters of my home, I was helpless against those who dropped me off at the ends of the earth. My skin hardened, my gaze steeled, and my heart closed. Only when I met you, the snow dripping from our hair as the fire warmed our bones, did I feel a fracture in my strength.

Oh, how I hated you for it.

Your unending waves of kindness, your smile as warm as the hot cocoa you placed in my trembling hands – it all made me incomparably sick. I had never felt this illness before; it brought my knees to my chest as I slept in inns, crying out to the gods as I pleaded for it all to stop. Yet, the only one who could quell this pain was the man who had planted it within me.

The only man who made me weak was the only one who could make me strong once more.

I would have followed you into any storm, without hesitation. I broke my chest open to let you in, Greystone. Our unspoken, unacted affections made me numb to that pain and oh, dearest man, how I loved you for it. I felt indomitable at your side. I am sure that you must have felt the same, or perhaps you cared not, as when you threw yourself before me, you knew how things would end.

People say I have changed, Haurchefant. In your presence, and now in your agonizing absence, I do not say the same. I believe I have never been more the same; truer to myself, you have allowed me to be. A man cloaked in silver, I could smell the sea in your breath.

Everyday, I miss you more.
Mizuki Shinju
Brynhildr
(Ahriman Choker)