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

Dear Estinien Wyrmblood,

Please, for the love of the Twelve, clean your armor. My dear and precious Nidhogg Slayer I truly thank you for killing the dragon (and returning the eye to Hraesvelgr) but it is odd that you keep the wyrm’s blood on you instead of forging another set of armor – yes, I am a dragoon as well and know the pain you will go through. Also, you are very rude to the Moogle’s, I understand that the kupo-ing is annoying and all the cuteness overloads your edgelord senses, but dude, really? Have some respect for the fluffy tribe. Now, with those formalities out of the way, I am writing a letter to you, partially at Alphinaud’s request and partially as my own. Alphinaud’s teaching me how to formally write dinner invitations, after I blotched ink over the last bunch he painfully prepared; and I wanted to do this because Aymeric bet 2,000 gil that I wouldn’t have a Valentione for Valentione’s Day. In a gust of pathetic cowardice not befitting any Warrior of Light, I thought this would be less awkward than sending it to Alisaie – you must admit she’s adorable – and then Alphinaud freaks out because I like his sister. And so, here we are. So, man to man, will you be my Valentione?

I understand, if you don’t, you and Lady Iceheart seem to have a close bond or it could just be me in denial and my feelings for you that of a maiden's love-struck heart. But, in all honesty, you and Iceheart have some real chemistry going on, so I think you have a chance to get her if you get over your ego Mr. I Killed A Dragon.


Clean your gear. Godspeed.

Love,

Shea.

Character: Shea Sahanara
World: Brynhildr
Preferred reward: Noble Barding

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To my dear Hilda,

So long and bitter, these moons have become,
With pale succor in old memories and rum.
Raw beats of mine heavy heart flood my room,
As all my dreams seek the Rose of the Brume.

From the tense misunderstandings as we met,
There is not a prick of thorns I shall regret.
Scant warmth is treasured in Corethas’s frost,
But it’s in your sassy smirking I became lost.

With black leather and a rifle you lead the way,
Embracing the Mongrel, so words hold no sway.
Let the nobles judge the mixture of your birth,
They shall miss the beauty or your sardonic mirth.

A pirate and a scoundrel could’ve let it fall,
But idealistic fools, set out to save them all.
I long not for the trials of Ishgard long past,
Only it’s greatest daughter, loyal to the last.

Oft have my travels taken me far and wide.
Gladly would I trade them to be at your side.
Until the distant sky the Pillars once more loom,
I shall dream evermore of my sweet Rose of the Brume.


Yours forever,

Bremwyda Albynpfefwyb


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Bremwyda Albynpfefwyb
Mateus
Noble Barding

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Dear Alisaie Leveilleur,

When we first met you early in the dawn of my adventuring days, we didn't really interact with each other. Even then I found myself awestruck by your radiant beauty, and would likely have looked quite the fool dazed as I was by you, were it not for the helm I was wearing. And though you parted ways with your brother to follow your own path, fate would conspire to bring us together again.

Since then we have continuously fought together. I can't help but feel we became closer through the trials as comrades. I had been getting tired from constantly having to fight alone, with the exhaustion of daily work. Then when I think of your next meeting I become hopeful and jovial at the thought.

I am hoping you have not already dismissed this letter for some kind of lovesick fool. The way you fight was something I had not seen before, that red magic is it called? Incredible. I think you're one of the few mages who have impressed me. I also find you prepossessing to an extent I did not expect. So much so that I admit my heart to skipping a beat. Though don't let anyone know that for Halone's sake.

I thought that we may meet at my estate should you choose so.I can either cook us a fine meal or have the servants fix something up if you desire.We can spend the day admiring the sights of Shirogane and getting to know each other better. Please let me know if you require me to pick you up from wherever you might be.

I can only hope that this grows into something greater.

I'll be waiting,

Kyran Layarte


Kyran Layarte - Coeurl - Scarf of wonderous wit. I do not care if I win I just wanted to write this letter for Alisaie.

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Dearest Wandering Minstrel,

Long have I stood as your source of song, as your guiding light through the darkest night, but never have I confessed my true feelings toward you. When first we met, the barrage of emotion from your beautiful ballads left me bound in the iron jaws of love for this empyreal traveler. Your refulgent admiration and poetic performance together were a straight shot through my heart.

Oh, how I yearn for your refreshing rhymes in the heat of battle. How invigorating are your pitch perfect paeans, bringing out second winds in desperate times. You are my creative inspiration, the one for whom my heart beats a paeon, the one who quells the raging storm within my soul.

Be not a caustic foe, repelling this love I lay before you. Let down the palisade about your emotions so that I might get to know the beloved bard beneath the mask. The time we spend apart weighs heavily upon my soul, and it is my greatest wish to see this misery’s end. Take my hand, sweet troubadour, and let us dance in our duet of destiny.

With love,

Colette Momichin
Your Heroic Muse and Fellow Bard


Colette Momichin - Lamia
Mandragora Choker

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Dear Aymeric,

I feel lucky to be able to address you so. I can only imagine the amount of ink spent writing out each and every one of your titles. As much as I may enjoy writing them regardless, I know, perhaps better than most, that you may grow weary of them. You wear your titles with bravery and such grace, such unrelenting passion, that I often find myself at a loss for words—a rare occurrence, in my case, as I’m sure you are aware, but such is the ferocity of my affection.

As bizarre the metaphor may sound, you have always helped to carry the weight of my titles, perhaps by simply choosing to regard me as the woman who wears them. Even in the beginning, you treated me as a person first and foremost, and for that alone you are worthy of my undying devotion. You both remind me of and honor my humanity--both my strength and my weakness, and this is a kindness I fear I'll never properly repay.

I know that the titles given to you by the world are heavy, so I would hope to lighten them both in returning that same kindness, and with the titles I give you myself: for you are my light, my clear blue dawn, my inspiration. You are my calm in the storm, my “welcome home,” my Knight Most Heavenly, my dearest friend, my most trusted comrade, and the man I love.

Call me old fashioned, but Valentione’s seemed as good an excuse as ever to lavish you with words, no? Later I most certainly intend to lavish you with wine and confections befitting the holiday, and only the titles of your choice.

Yours, for that is the only title of my own I need sign,

Alyx


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Name: Alyx Vance
World: Adamantoise
Prize requested: Mandragora Choker
Thank you!

Darling Hamon, oh how you Bootshined your way into my life
Unassuming at first, yet like Greased Lightning in the sky
Your true self did shake my emotions
Oh why do I whisper your name so reverently, like a Mantra?

Perhaps the best descriptor for you is the sneaky Opo-Opo
Short in stature, yet cunning and graceful
When we spar your Snap Punch did not only break my face
But broke through my lonely heart, a Rockbreaker

Or maybe it’s because you are rugged and fierce
Like a Raptor
Your visage a True Strike to my heart
Your eyes Twin Snakes; one gaze and I’m in love

How else can I describe you? Perhaps you are a Coeurl on the hunt
Age naught but a number to label you
As sure as the rising sun, the Holyfist Demolishes
Those who oppose him

Sweet Hamon, I swear to walk the path of the Monk
In order to search for everlasting Perfect Balance
Between us

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Rean Schwarzer - Mateus
Noble Barding

Dearest Y'shtola Rhul
I am writing this letter in hopes of something that may be impossible, something that I failed again and again to express through spoken word to one irreplaceable in this world, expressing the love i have felt since i first gazed upon those enchanting teal eyes, framed in a sun kissed face cuter than a newborn chocobo, surrounded by such pure white hair and topped with ears to match.

When we met, in an instant my heart felt like it was bursting from my chest, my words escaped, frightfully I couldn't express anything. When I learned I would have the chance to work along side you, truly i leapt for joy. Working is grand, and yes, I desire more. To be truly by your side, crossing over the boundaries of sun and moon to hold you close to me. Could this be anything but true love?

Now you needn't worry for my performance in the Scions, Of course the mission must come first, but beyond that time, once the world is safe, I hope that we can be together, to build that new world hand in hand. I will do my utmost to gain your attention, my lance to keep you and the rest of the scions safe through our fight. Once all is done, with me or not I will still be happy to have been at your side through it all, though I would wish against all odds, that I could be yours. To hold, to love, to return that love.

Yours always, Tesseria Gamish
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Character: Tesseria Gamish
World: Lamia
Prize requested: Ahriman Choker

To my dearest,
Are you looking down at me here? It is quite lonely down here without you. seeing my comrades with the loved ones that they have. Are you looking down here? I sit reminiscing on all the things we did, the adventures we had down to the way you looked and smiling at me.
That day when I lost you, you told me not to look at you like that, alas I all I could do was gaze upon you in that way. Forgive me, I am not the greatest of words in a letter my dearest, Haurchefant.
Everyone seems so happy these days, living their life in harmony; yet the days that you left me with are all stuck in the past but there has to be one thing that I wish and hope. Haruchefant, I love you, and I will miss you. The world will never be the same without you. I wish I told you this sooner. I wish that you are here that I can tell you this and you possibly accepting my love for you and or rejecting it, but all I can say is that I love you.

I hope you are watching down with love and pride.

Love, Cheri Asipon.
(Cheri Aspion of Malboro. If I win I will like the noble baring please.)

My dearest Lord,
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I appreciate that it's been overlong
since I've last written, and longer still since I've last seen you, but I promise you that I'll be home soon. Be sure to keep the fires warm for me.
I would've forgotten had my sister
not reminded me, but Valentione’s day is fast approaching! And silly though it may be, when I return I would ask you to be my Valentione. Assuming you want to, anyways. I must confess that I'm not exactly used to this sort of thing in relationships, I'm a bit inexperienced in romance in general if I'm being honest. However, I hope that you see that I'm sincere in this gesture.
My sister knows much more about
Western Customs than I, and has been helping me plan this for you, so I do hope you enjoy what we've planned!
At the risk of sounding a bit sappy,
I can't help but think about how you and I met. I was just a simple traveler in lands unfamiliar, and you offered me shelter from the snows. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was immediately captivated by you, and all that you did to make me feel at home. I hope that what I have planned can truly express my feelings towards you! Take care, my dear. Hoping to see you soon!
Your loyal knight,
Kaolan Norreathem

Character Name: Kaolan Norreathem
World: Sargatanas
Prize: Noble Barding

Lord Aymeric,
I wonder if this message will come as a surprise or if you have always known. Thank you for pretending to believe me when I said that toy doll of you was a joke, a gift from Tataru. I can hide the truth no longer.

My love for you burns hotter than the fires of Ifrit. It is purer than flawless crystal. I think of you constantly, and I keep your image with me always. That doll, so silly it may seem to some, but he cheers me on my darkest days, when the cold reaches of Ishgard are ever in my thoughts - and the man who waits there. When will I see you again? Look, even now, the doll raises his little sword, and I imagine your face. I wonder if you think of me too, sometimes, if this letter and this token will mean as much to you as your image means to me.

I am an adventurer and must wander free. You are a Lord and cannot leave. I know this well. But on this Valentione Day I would have you know the truth of my feelings for you. I hope that one day.... But no. It cannot be. I know this.
Now and always
Yours truly
Larana Entievan, Warrior of Light

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Name and world: Larana Entievan Exodus
Gift choice: Chocobo barding