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

"I love you" The words died on my tongue as I helplessly watched you take your own life, I was unable to express my feelings, had I only said yes to your question. My heart knew the answer before I did and in a moment you were gone. Perhaps it is for the best, there was no explanation of my feelings (yet I have heard love is like that...) and had I tried to explain or understand, I feel my comrades would be lacking in advice. After all, you were one of our greatest enemies. Yet every time we crossed paths...I Was left feeling light headed and weak in the knees. It could have been the exhaustion from battle, but the feeling would last for several days.

Our final meeting, where I lost you, I'll never forget the look in your eyes; begging me to stop you, to save you and I failed. So I write this letter to no one as you have been taken from me a second time, I can no longer even see where you rest....Perhaps I'll shred the parchment and let the winds carry my words away as they do me no good. They do not ease the pain in my heart as I had hoped....Yet The twelve may see them and perhaps feel moved to grant me a second chance, to grant us a second chance and I pray our paths will cross once more impossible as it seems presently.
~ Cliodhna Eoghan, Hydaelyn's chosen
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(Cliodhna Eoghan
Balmung server
Scarf of Wonderous Wit please)

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POP! BOOM! KUPO!

When I first laid eyes on you I will always be reminded of the time we spent together scheming with our (Exploding) Kupo Nuts. The way you fluttered your pom when devising your plans makes me wish I had a pom of my own to bounce up and down, only to remind me of yours, kupo!

On those stormy days in the Churning Mists I wish we could be huddled mogether at Bahrr Lehs, resting on your pom, kupo!

Sometimes when I fail a synthesis I find myself Gullinbursti-ng with rage and just want to Roar like Whei Ahf, but then I think pawsitive thoughts and imagine your little moghammer chiseling away at a carved Kupo nut and I am relieved, kupo!

Will you share a cloud mallow ride with me sometime? There’s enough room for both of us and our Kupo nuts! I shared some of my carved Kupo nuts with Mogmul Mogbelly, I hope you don’t mind, kupo!

While my most memograble times together often relate to fake kupo nuts, I can assure you my kupolation for you is very real! Let’s spread our love with lots of free kupo nuts and kupo nut milk all around!

P.S. I forget what kupolation means but it sounds pomtastic, kupo!

--Gekko Kouga
Behemoth
Noble Barding, kupo!

Dearest Elder Seedseer,

As I soar through the skies of Eorzia, my heart remains grounded in Gridania. I may still be a stranger in your realm, but the love I possess for you is as primal as Bahamut himself. Not even Odin's mighty sword could render it twain.

Neither could our difference in years. Rumors suggest you look young for your age. I prefer older women anyway. I myself am no spring flower who naively boasts of delivering letters between neighbors or culling the pests of the Shroud. I have more valiant quests to my name and the crystals to prove them, but surely a woman of your experience has no need for a narcissist. I would happily smile and nod as I listen to your wisdom, enthralled by the melody of your voice. My harp fails to do it justice.

The threat of the empire drags me away into battle, but should you call, know that I would always return to you no matter the cost, even if it were a thousand gil. T'would be a bargain to gaze at your beautiful face again. Not even the elementals themselves could banish me from your sight, and if I were to suffer greenwrath for such blasphemy, I would gladly be buried knowing that I would rise again among the oak in the South Shroud. Patiently, I would wait for the day a botanist came to chop me down so that a carpenter could fashion me into a staff made just for you. The primals would not rival the magic of our union.

Please be my Valentione, Kan-E-Senna.

Eternally yours,
Angela Ciel'a of Marlboro

P.S. Pardon my boldness, but would you happen to have Noble Barding? I would like it very much.

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Fordola,

I find myself conflicted. In the streets they jeer and call you “Butcher.” Even I bore witness to actions which oppressed your own people. Yet, after that moment we experienced the Echo, my thoughts often linger on you.

You claimed that I did not understand; by that vision alone, you are correct. How does a person who clearly loves her country turn on her kinsmen? How is it that even as you took tithes, you sought to shelter them in a way? Upon reflection, am I so different? Even as my Astrometer soothes wounds, how many forced conscripts from other lands have I slain? Would I have done any differently than you, in the same position? What is Good, if not saving who we can, however we can?

You are so strong, in more ways than I can express. Saving the Council and me from the treachery of the Qaylana only reaffirmed this. I see your fire and resolve and can’t help but admire that.

I find that I don’t wholly understand, neither you nor myself. But I want to. I want to know you. I care about you Fordola. I will wait for you. Will you wait for me?

Alice Reis

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Character: Alice Reis (Midgardsormr)
Desired Prise if chosen: Scarf of Wondrous Wit



For additional flavor not part of the official entry above, please see this Lodestone entry.

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To Grishild of Fesca's Wash, whom others call the Ungood,

I'll admit up front, I've never had much talent when it comes to flowery language. I prefer a much more direct and economical use of words. Thankfully I am in good company, if I haven't read you wrong.

I've travelled all across Eorzea and then some, and yet never have I witnessed an ordinary mortal fight off half a dozen adventurers at once the way you can. No magic spells, no hand-me-down ancient techniques, nor even a proper suit of armor. Nay, you send challengers running like whipped curs with nought but a stout blade and sheer bitter grit. And even when bested, I have never seen you waver - in fact it seems you fight the fiercest when the odds are most stacked against you!

Who cares then, that the Gladiators won’t have you, afraid as they must be that you’d ruin poor Franz with a strike to the groin? Who cares that the Archers worry more with your bow at their back than about the foe in front of them? Who cares that the Marauders are too coward to see just how ferocious would be your inner beast unleashed? To hells with themm all, I say!

That’s why I write to you with a proposal. The way I see it, we ought to just found our own guild. I have the gil from my adventures, and you most certainly have the moxy to spare. Together we could take the realm by storm and show them all what’s for. And if not, well, I’m still keen to continue as your sparring partner.

Till we next cross swords,

V’entos Tia, Sargatanas, seeking Noble Barding

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Dearest,

The snow still falls on the hill. Like an ash from the remnants of our fire. Of our friendship. Of our spark.
Here I stay. On my knees atop that hill, gazing high. Watching that ash fall.
I close my eyes and I hold you close again. Your hand in mine. Your weak smile still brighter than mine could ever be…
I tilt my head back and take in a deep breath.
That smile…A smile fit for a hero.
A smile to remember…
…even when reddened with blood…
But as often as I close my eyes to see you once more in that awful memory, I never truly see you do I old friend? I write with naught but lament in my eyes, for these words will never reach yours… My voice will never reach your ears... My feelings will never reach your heart…
So I open my eyes once more. The snow has collected on my shoulders and gently tapers. The flowers I brought you are nearly completely covered now…
How long have I been here I wonder…?
I look at your gravestone. Its surface is painted red. The red even paints the faces of each snowflake that falls before it as the sun finishes its descent. I guess that means the day has concluded dearest Haurchefant… I’m glad to have spent it here… it’s a special day after all…
Let those embers that remain of what could have been linger on. This snow is our ash.
Just as you were my shield back then, I will be the shield of everything good here. So rest easy and smile that smile of light. Just as you asked of me that day, for you my love…. I will smile too.


Happy Valentine’s Day.

Forever yours,
~Your Warrior of Light



(Character name: Krypt Silvernite
World: Jenova
Desired prize: hopefully the 'Scarf of Wondrous Wit')

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To Nero tol Scaeva,

To think I had bided my time crafting charm potions in hopes to use it on you. Fear not as most of them ended in failure... yes. I tested them. They did not work as intended.

I finally decided I should write to you instead.

I hope you are well. After what happened within the Rift, I grew worried each passing day. While I wish I was there mending your wounds, alas, I am needed elsewhere. In all honesty, being out there is not as important as being by your side.

You may not know me, but perhaps you have seen me as I joined you, alongside others, and the Warrior of Light in your journey through the Crystal Tower and within the Rift of Omega. Yes. I was there on both occasions... watching you.

Since the Crystal Tower, I have had constant dreams involving you... and I. Dreams so ravishing and heart-racing it would make the women in brothels blush!

I can no longer hold back this longing... This need I have for you is far to much for me to handle. I am desperately in love with you! I am completely enthralled by your dashingly handsome looks, and your jaw-dropping intelligence. I enjoy the way your ice blue gaze would glance pass me. I completely worship and idolize you and would do anything for you even if you did not return my affections. You have an intelligence that the world needs and the strong will to carry all of Hydaelyn into a new era.

Perhaps you could enlist me as your assistant in your endeavors.

All yours if you will have me,
Keian Jaraba

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This was super fun!

Keian Jaraba of Balmung. I am aiming for the Noble Barding

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Haurchefant,

This letter has been sitting in my chocobo’s saddle for what seems like a lifetime. The paper now worn smudged with dirt and a musky aroma that speaks of all my travels. My letter’s original intention became lost the day you left us.

Once the plight of Ishgard was resolved, I meant to ask if you would be able to take a short leave to Revenant’s Toll with me.

Would you think me presumptuous that I still hold the belief that you would say yes? I wrote down a list of places to visit and cuisines to eat. I wished for you to experience the life there and shelter you as you once had for me. Away from the eyes of those who had mocked your birth and toward a community who saw character and merit above all else.

When I thought Estinien lost I was able to see you once more. I pray it was you and not a figment of my imagination for it brought me great joy to see your likeness once more. After the defeat of Nidhogg, I had hoped to finish this letter. However, I was to go elsewhere to aide those in need before me.

Each place I trekked thereafter I found myself wanting to experience it with you. I wish you could see the vast red bridges and the bustle of Kugane, to breathe in the warm air of the Azim Steppe and to swim surrounded by all nature of creatures within the Ruby Sea.

I lack the flair you had for prose, mayhap it is better this way. I know not of your feelings toward me but I can say with absolute certainty mine will not change.

I love you, Haurchefant. Thank you for everything.

Always Smiling,

Harmony


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Harmony Celeste of Coeurl. If selected I would like the noble barding please.

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Estinien,

I needn’t go on at length about how much I miss you. Our obligations have led us on different paths this time around—unable to spend the passing days in each other’s company, out in the open world. It was getting to experience the little things with you when we departed Ishgard: collecting firewood, foraging for what we’d eat for the night… I enjoyed it, no matter how simple of a task it was. Being able to spend time with you rekindled what I initially found so charming about you. But, despite my feelings, I didn’t want it to blind us both. Even so, you’re far more perceptive than I gave you credit for; I couldn’t hide anything despite trying my hardest and it’s embarrassing to know I’m so transparent. Still, I’m glad you knew.

Most people would fail to see why I think so highly of you in a more personal light. In the years I’ve known you, from when I could barely consider myself a Dragoon, to shouldering the mantle of Eorzea’s champion, you still looked at me as someone worthy of your time— holding your interest as combatant and peer both, but above all else, behind the titles, you recognised me as a person. I’m still that person, even behind my greater deeds, and that’s what drew me to you. One of the first men I ever met in Coerthas— you, Estinien— unaware of what I would become and even after, of whom still thinks me interesting and worthy enough to call me his, I love you, you silly man.

I hope you're safe, wherever you may be, however, I ask this of you: will you eventually find your way to me, that we can share our stories together, and again feel whole?

Yours,
Ark


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Character name: Ark Vuilocand
World: Malboro
Desired Prize: Noble Barding

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To my dearest Master Carpenter,

As I recall the day... From the very first moment to which I saw you, I was smitten. With your hair so soft and white like snow upon the branches of the most luscious of trees, your perfectly smooth skin, and your face the most handsome, my heart began to flutter and I had become speechless. I only wished to look deeply into your eyes without the round lenses of your spectacles were in the way and often dreamt of you pulling me into your arms to keep me all to yourself. I remember gazing upward, and your height in comparison to mine is still great, but I adored our differences. While your slender frame made me want to be near you, your voice and charming personality caused me to burn with desire for one who felt as if he were out of reach.

No matter what would happen day by day and whenever you had sent me out for a task, I eagerly acted upon your request, and I hoped that one day something would blossom between my mentor and his student. No matter how many logs I had to transform into lumber and how many splinters I would get in the beginning of my training, they never outnumbered the times my mind would wander to thoughts of you. Even after all of this time, I yearn for the man who has carved a place into my heart with such skill and without even realizing it. My wanting to speak with you to confess my feelings never came until today. I have not given up hope for there is no one like you who could keep my attention, and the longing is forever real, Master Beatin.

Your humble and faithful apprentice,
Shayith Lumisol

(Balmung, Shayith Lumisol, Bluebird Earrings)

To Tiamat of the First Brood,

This is not a love letter, per se, but if Valentione’s is about more than mere romantic love, then none should be more deserving of this letter than you in your permanent exile of sorts.

I haven’t forgotten you. You, trapped and alone in Azys Lla, refusing to break free from your bindings in an act of penance. You, who have lost so much.

I understand. You’re grieving a great loss and trapped by your own guilt. Me too. I lost family, friends, and loved ones when the Garlean Empire chose to raze Doma, crushing it under its heel for having the gall to rebel. As you lost your most beloved, I too lost those that I love to war. I was powerless to stop it. I’ve thought time and again that if I had any way of bringing them back, I’d do it.

What I mean to say is that I understand your choice, even if you keep yourself trapped in Azys Lla – a living monument and a cautionary tale that it doesn’t do well to dwell on the past. All we can do is stand and move forward.

Maybe you might too, one day. Maybe not.

Just know that you haven’t been forgotten. Happy Valentione’s Day.

-Akiudo no Kirisame

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Character Name: Kirisame Akiudo
World: Balmung
Prize Desired: Noble Barding

It seems like eras since the day I first stumbled into your tent-ring. Do you remember it, my dear?

I was so young then, on my first class and not yet level 20, a lamb lost and uncertain. My gear was shinynew and upleveled, but there was always this lingering... not-there I couldn't quite put my touch-finger on.

And then I met you, my special-close teachy-one, and bigeyes!: it all started to fit together, like the interlocking gearteeth and cogwheels in one of your contraptions. They say the eyes are a window to the soul; it was in the reflection of your gobbiemask that I first came to understand the truthsense of those words. When you showed me how fighty-tools drink in airyself to make stonyshine, name of materia, you hand-led me on the first steps toward understanding myself and my place in the world.

Your tongueflaps filled my braincase with knowings and my stomach with flutterbugs as your stonyshines filled my gear, and through it all I came to understand, little by little, the subtle, furtive threads among and between -- the echo and the aether, the lifestream and the soul; all the airythings and oncethings and not-yet-things that bind us together in this crazy world.

And so, on this special day, I return to The Bonfire, to the place it all began -- not as the lost lamb I once was, but as a Grandmaster of Magic, wielder of weapons of legend and slayer of eikons -- to ask you a most important question:

Mutamix Bubblypots, will you be my heart-Elezen specialfriend?

(Also, do you know where I could get a set of Noble Barding?)

C'saka Kahjai of Balmung

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To my dear Kazagg Chah,

I don't know if you have similar customs as my people, but today is a special day in our culture known as Valentione's Day. On this day we share our love an appreciation for the people in our lives, and that is what I wish to share with you today.

The first time I saw you I knew I would be safe with you. You put me at ease with your words, which were somehow both strong and gentle. You helped me grow in my journey within black magic, and though I no longer practice the art, the lessons I learned from you have stuck with me all this time.

I would share my heart with you, if you'd let me. I know people wouldn't approve if we were to be together, but if given the chance, I would give you my heart. I would wait for you to share your feelings in your own time, your own way, and if the Twelve saw fit, I would lay in your strong arms until the sun rose. My heart, my soul, and my body would be laid bare for you.

I am a better mage and a better woman for having you in my life. My heart is yours, waiting.

-Chachapo Chapo

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Chachapo Chapo
World: Faerie
Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

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Baderon,

You saw the Light in me when I was no one. You didn't give up on me when I struggled with my greataxe, or when I spent nearly a whole moon moping around the Wench. You cheered me on when I was just Pepper- not the Warrior of Light. You kept me company while I tried to write the funniest Raise macro, and listened to all of my ale addled stories and fears without interruption. You sat patiently while I fretted about putting down my greataxe and picking up what would become my beloved rapier.

You provided the spirits while I sat and shook, telling you about Bahamut Prime and how it felt to die.

Through all of it, you were patient and kind; a man as strong as stone against the ocean tide. You know so much about me, and yet I cannot even say your nameday with certainty. I want to know so much more about you, and who knows? Maybe the next time I'm visiting the Wench I'll gather the courage to ask you on a real date, to ask you all those little things about yourself that I lie awake pondering.

With a New Sun rising, I'm penning this letter in hopes that my affection will reach you before I'm in the thick of trouble once again. Know that I will always have a story for you, because while I'm out there helping the inhabitants of this star solve their problems, I want nothing more than to be by your side once more.

Until we meet again,
Pepper

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|Pepper Somerset|
|Sargatanas|
|Bluebird Earrings|

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Dearest Cid,

Please don't tease nor poke fun. I know I’m not one so open to expressing these kinds of feelings but in the spirit of Saint Valentione’s I hope that you will accept this as a token. And yes I did sneak this letter into your shop. It couldn't be helped! As I said this isn’t something easy so forgive me if I sound like a prattling mess. Better in a letter than stuttering and babbling in person making a fool of myself though. I suppose however fools fall in love is the phrase I’ve heard.

You know I’ve often thought of the many beginnings that have been given to me. The day I came to Eorzea, the day I met Y’shtola, when she introduced me to the Scions. Every adventure I've been on since I began this journey, I like to believe that they have all led me to you. When I met you, it felt as though we were kinsmen outsiders lost in a new land unknown to us. Perhaps I am the only one that has this feeling but there is this sensation of a certain connection that draws my curiosity ever closer to you. I know they say curiosity kills the cat, but I simply can no longer suppress it.

Eorzea has become such a wonderful home I dearly love and will continue to protect it no matter what and I hope that you continue to be by my side. To soar alongside you is an experience I shall not soon forget. If…it I would be alright and to your liking I would very much wish to give you some chocolates. I've heard it’s a tradition. And if you will have me I would very much like to be yours.

Yours Stubbornly Shy,
Nyx

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Character’s Name: Nyx Hoshiko
Server: Siren
Choice of Prize: Noble Barding

To Lord Scaeva,

I know that you’re a busy man, so I will keep this brief. As your newfound expedition companion, I’ve felt rather conflicted about your past actions, and how they might affect our performance (my survival) in the future. Simply put, I feel that we should review and repair our relationship before we continue to risk our lives together.

To that end, I wanted to recall a pivotal moment in time, the downfall of your imperial career.

Do not take offense; everyone has a low point in life.

But, do you recall when we first locked eyes? I do. I was afraid, I was confused, but I was fascinated. When I first gazed upon you, I was caught by surprise. A single man stood before the might of eight warriors. With no magitek cannons, why would he not flee? I remember you answered my inquiry with a swift and powerful strike to my temple. I still have scars from that encounter with the wall. But, as I regained my senses, I saw a vision: A vision of a magnificent vermillion warrior, dancing amongst a field of lightning, his weapon's momentum guiding his grace.

Though we destroyed your ancient weapon, you slipped from my sight before I could react. For months after, I had nightmares of your vengeance, fear of the ceruleum-powered terror that got away. Can you imagine how I felt when you suddenly appeared in Mor Dhona? Or Azys Lla? Or in Rhalgr’s Reach? Well….By then I was expecting you.

No, I know your eyes (all three of them) are forever focused on science. But, I hope that this letter has at least expressed how I feel about you. Should you ever want to pursue reconciliation, or maybe even more, you need only send for me.

-Ange'sona Mysidia, Grandmaster of Magic

(Character: Ange'sona Mysidia, World: Gilgamesh, Requested Prize: Ahriman Choker)

For my dearest Arenvald!!
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My Dearest Arenvald,

After our last entanglement with Lakshmi, I was left wondering “What if he hadn’t have made it? What would I do then?” I was left breathless and felt my heart shattering and crumbling all in one beat. I’ve loved once before and lost tragically due to my inability to protect him. The very thought of not doing the same again had almost defeated me right then and there. Seeing you hold your own and even helping me save everyone in the throne room that day…

I’ve not harbored feelings like these for quite some time. You would think being The Warrior of Light gives you extra courage, especially for something like this… that would be further from the truth! Though I’m never sure where my travels take me, know that no matter the place or time… you’re on my mind and in my heart! Try not to be so hard on yourself, I might be a proclaimed Warrior of Light, but you are just as much a champion of Hydaelyn as well. You are the strength I’ve needed for so long to continue on with my journey of saving the realm.

My sweet beautiful Arenvald, I hope one day I can live up to the hero the realm sees me as, especially in your eyes. Always remember you are worth it and no matter where you come from… you are always my hero. To say that being near you and your warmth is a gift in itself isn’t something I wish to have every day would be a lie. It’s hard to say this, especially since I feel I’m just fumbling over myself now… but Arenvald, I love you! I just hope you can love someone like me as well.

Sincerest Regards with love,
Marik Destiel

Character: Marik Destiel
Server: Hyperion
Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

My Sweet Scathach,

I have never been predisposed to romance. As a young man, I found tales of courtly love to be trite and foolish. And yet, when I glimpsed your delicate form in that tome of Voidal lore, my heart stirred for the very first time. I was captivated. I had to know more. Thus began my daily rituals: Every night, I would find a site strong in aetherial energies and away from prying eyes. I would build a shrine, my monument to you. Then I would attempt to call forth your perfection into this world. Each failure was maddening, and it is only now that I understand why.


The nocturnal rendezvous... The whisperings by candlelight... The thirtyfold offerings... The fear of punishment, thick in the air... These things are the hallmarks of forbidden romance, are they not? Such musings led me to at last realize the depths of my feelings for you.


Scathach, Sovereign of Shade... I adore you. You steal my breath as surely as the hangman's noose. I would gladly pay any price to see you in the flesh. My blood? Yours. My soul? Also yours. I know not if these words will reach your eyes, but if, perchance, you ARE watching, I beseech thee: Grant me a boon, a token of your favour, and I shall bear it until the end of days as proof of my undying affections.


My people, the Hellsguard, have long fancied themselves gatekeepers of the underworld. I say let us throw the gates open, that we might bask in tenebrous brilliance... together.


Your humble devotee,


Grinning Abyss
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Character: Grinning Abyss
World: Malboro
Requested Prize: Ahriman Choker

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It is impossible to want anyone but you. From the first moment your crystal eyes pierced my being, time stopped. Only you held me. Nero, my favored.
Your wit. Your mind. Your scent, your touch. Your lips. They call to me.
I yearn to feel; no others could be as soft or as sweet. Let me drink your breath, intoxicate me with your taste. I have bore witness to your passionate spirit, and I inveiglingly implore: Submit to the gift of my caress.
Let me take you those heights that only a God can. Kneel and take my love.
You shall want no other; you are mine.

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Dio Brando
Goblin
Mandragora Choker

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Arbert,
I know you no longer reside within my realm after our last battle. I often prayed that your soul has found its way home... However, I wish this would reach you. I have never been good with words as I’m a woman of action. I always despised these unrequited feelings I hold for you as it pains me. The moment we meant I knew I had fallen deeply for you. Whether it may be the mystical beauty of your aquamarine eyes that were clouded in darkness; which often worried me. What was your pain? What made you lose your way and relinquish your title of “Warrior of Light”? I had so many questions I wished to ask of you. Only to realize... I have fallen in love you.

I sweat in the night dreaming of our fearless battle. Neither one of us backed down to see our ideals come to fruition. Your axe heavily disarmed me, while I countered with the power of darkness. Yet… I was able to fight my inner demons and beat my shadows and fears. Oh… how I wished to have rescued you before you surrendered your blood, flesh, and dreams to the Ascians…

I understand I cannot save everyone and that I should not lose my way… I remember the words you had spoken to me… as they lie dormant within my heart. “Light…Dark… it doesn’t matter. What matter is how you choose to use them. Please forge a different path”. I promise you, I will not lose my way… I hope to meet you in the next life and properly ask you…

“Would you be my Valentione?”

Yours Truly,
Frixell Aenir

Character Name: Frixell Aenir
World: Mateus
Prize: Bluebird Earring

Ponette,
Lost and now found. Such silvery hair and warm hearted disposition. You had asked me to join you on a journey one day, of which you never returned. Here to do and well as wealth. The twin adder has commissioned your servitude with a dignifying cane. Infused with light energy and the Black Shroud’s beauty, the power of your mind has turned the heads of your superiors with this gift.
This branch has come from the far shores of la Noscia, the Raincatcher Gully, shh do not tell. The fallen soldiers of its wake are warm like you, Ashes from its tonic. May it be enrapture at your utterance and a marble serpent to petrify your blissfulness. It has magical properties you will find to your liking, elemental absorption and mana regeneration, and it is weak only in Everschade.
I am Cliff, humble servant of the guild, friend of Pigpen. Unfortunately my years have been long, my road hard of rock. I last say my friend from your departure, he awaits in tranquility. Where at the edge of the wood, not a day older. I am cliff full of fine promises, for I have but a shred of faith left for to believe in. I must urge you do not come with me.
Where by twilight of risen stars befell a lush curtain.

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My Mender, My Merchant,

How long has it been, now,
since you caught my eye with a smile,
A craft that transcended words
and the strength to carry on?

The little boy you met in the Bannock
with dreams in his heart
and his heart in a harness?
He made his fortune, and fame,
but found that all the world's coin
cannot render lost love untarnished.

It was never words between us.
Sweet smiles under summer's shawl,
heavy hides healed,
arms amended,
belief burnished and resolve restored.

I am still that young man,
erstwhile defender of light,
taken in by this moment,
enriched and enamored,
besubligared and besotted.

I return to you, my love,
to how we felt at the start.
For there is no amount of gil
can mend a broken heart.

While I am in the eyes of my love,
all my Valentione's Days have come at once.

With all the love in my heart,
Saint
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Character Name: Saint Angeles
Server: Midgardsormr
Item: Noble Barding

To the most honourable Ser Aymeric de Borel, Lord Commander and Leader of the House of Lords;

...I can see the expression on your face right now - lovingly exasperated with that twitch just over your left eye. It's no fair - no fair that I can close my eyes and see every expression you make. I miss them all, you know.

And I miss you. Our time together in Gyr Abania was nothing, wonderful though it was (and grateful as I ever am for your support, though it terrifies me each time you go into battle, as I know my antics terrify you, but who else can face a primal?) No sooner were you there than you were gone, back to the cutthroat perils of the politics of Ishgard, and there is always another crisis that needs my attention. Rest is for the weak, they say, and the warrior of light is not weak. You are one of the only ones who knows differently.

There is a solution, however. Is it not time again for House Valentione to spread their cheer? We two fools are the type for whom they toil, and as they are your fellow countrymen, I feel duty-bound to participate. Especially as the festivities are in Gridania, and that is a most wonderful place in the spring - I've always wanted you to see it. I'm sure Kan-e would enjoy our company for tea, as well, should we choose to share our time with anyone else.

So. Will you be my Valentione? Please say yes, for I'd be a wreck if I thought you might say anything else. And save my place at your table, love, for I will be with you again soon.

Ever yours,

Souji

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Souji Hanamura, Exodus, Bluebird Earrings, please!

My Dearest Vidofnir,

I have been missing you, these past few months as I travel between Ala Mhigo and Doma. It is far too warm here. I miss the crisp air of Dravania's peaks, the chill wind in my hair. I miss seeing you perched atop the spires of Anyx Trine, your scales shining and refracting in the sunlight.

In Doma they believe dragons are good luck, did you know that? Perhaps I can take you here one day, and you can be admired in the way that you deserve.

I promise I will return to you as soon as I am able. Until then, I will have to sustain myself through my frequent dreams of soaring the skies astride your glorious form.

Yours Always,
Cookie Cat

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Cookie Cat
Ultros
Noble Barding

Three years now. More than actually. To think that’s how long I’ve known you. It feels like it was only yesterday, doesn’t it? The day we’ve first met. The day I first set eyes on you.

You in your blue armor and robes. The sword at your side. I was still a Paladin, still devoted to the order and truth. About ready to break from everything placed on me but still pushing forward. Still willing to do what's needed to done.

I thought you to be one like those stuffy uptight men. Serious to the point and you were. Yet you have a selflessness to you. There was compassion. An honest desire to help. You were different from the Elezens I’ve met in Gridania—conceited and arrogant.

You were kind. Not fearful, suspicious or disgusted. I knew what most saw at first when meeting me.

Demon. Dragonspawn. Voidsent.

You’ve heard of my deeds, placed me on a pedestal and still talked to me as if I was normal. It was comforting to find another person like that.

It still is.

My legend’s grown bigger and I forget some days who I really am.

Sometimes the pressure is too much and it’s why I’ve found comfort as a Dark Knight, which admittedly, you took in stride.

Thank you, by the way. You accepted my choice to lay down my shield. You didn’t question it.

I suppose, that’s why I admire you.

Except admire is too tame. I don’t have a proper word to give you, to explain what I truly feel. Probably for the best. It’s not the best time. Probably never will be.

From one conflict to another.

At least... your home is on the mend.

I’m still trying to find mine. I just wish… I could find one with you.

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Zephryn Trevelyan (Goblin) would like the bluebird earrings if this is a winning entry. Thank you.

My dearest Baderon,

Everyone nose - sorry, knows - of your prowess in procuring tasks for an adventurer in need. You catch the scent of adventure better than any other. It is only because of you that this nose - I mean, rose - was able to bloom the way that I did. I owe you much, as does the realm. Without your odorous - arduous, sorry - efforts, Eorzea may have fallen into great peril.

I have missed you terribly since leaving Limsa Lominsa, and have thought of you every day since. It feels like only yesterday you were directing me on my first tasks, my first adventures. Who nose...knows…where the time went. Has it really been so long since I showed up in the Drowning Wench, a fresh new leaf in search of her calling? All nose those years, and you’ve never left my mind or my heart.

I’m thinking of coming back to Limsa Lominsa for a spell. I was hoping we could nosey - or rather cosy - up together with an ale and I would love to tell you of the adventures I’ve born since leaving your home. I hope you would like that, I know you can smell a good tale!

Forever yours,
Marina Shore

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By Marina Shore of Malboro, I would like the Noble Barding please.

There was a time when this world was new to me, this city and its people naught but strangers. I had nothing but a few coins in my pouch and the wind at my back; the world was completely open to me yet I knew not where to go. Suddenly I saw a glow in the distance, a beautiful otherworldly glow that drew me ever closer.

I’ll never forget the first time we touched. I instinctively reached out for you, brought in by some unexplainable desire. A second passed, and then another. We became connected then, with a bond so strong it shan't ever be severed. A bond forged in aether.

The way you sparkle in the moonlight’s glow; the way you light up the room with your incandescent glow. In darkness and in light, in the good times and the bad, no matter the worries and tribulations of this world, you’re always there. I’m never more than an arm’s reach away from your warm embrace.

Until I return from my next adventure.

Yours truly,
WoL

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Nihlus Jakkya
Siren
Noble Barding

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J'ghonako, my Dearest Courtesan--

As Warrior of Light,
I’m, well, a big deal,
(So not sure why I’m still alone),
But now I ask you,
(In 200 words),
Will you be my Valentione?

Your deep dark purple eyes!
That pink bustier!
Like Lakshmi you have me enthralled!
How could they blame me,
For all those days spent,
With you, while the war effort stalled?

I’ve got huge chests of gil,
And a size L house!
I make gonzo MGP every night!
So it’s up to you,
But just so you know,
You don’t have to put on the red… lantern.

I’ve slain mighty Garlok,
And Bone Crawler too.
My hunt stats are waaaay off the chart!
Yet even astride,
My l33t tiger ride,
-You- are top S Rank of my heart!

So just one question please,
Ere I leave to leve,
(Or FATE, or whatever, you know):
I really like u,
Do u like me back?
Please answer with “Yes” or with… “YES!!”

++Kage, your Master Caster


Kage'toro Dreikoenige, Goblin world
Noble Barding!

There is a lot, I think, you would have liked.

Ishgard is the same in many ways, but this city that you loved breathes different now—breathes easier.

Without resentment and lies to feed its brutality, the thousand year war has reached an end. The Archbishop is dead and Nidhogg has joined him in eternal slumber. There are peace talks with the Dravanians—last night I watched them soar above the city in droves and pass on to the West, unharmed.

Stone by stone your city grows, and the people with it. They nurse wounds that went untended for too long. Now is a time for healing, they say. Now is a time for mourning.

I’ve returned to the Rising Stones with the rest of the Scions—I spoke of them before, when I still felt the ache of their loss too keenly. I regret I did not tell you more. They would have liked to meet you.

It is not all good news. There is another war on the horizon—like dampness in the air before a storm, there is something violent, a surge of wanton anger coursing through the land itself. Some want to fight. Some have already taken up swords and soaked the dirt with blood.

Soon, I will be asked to fight.

I have no heart for war, but if I do not fight someone else will—a girl who has to stuff the toes of her boots or a knight who is brave beyond his station.

A knight who was told too little how dearly he was loved.

The people need their Warrior of Light and I cannot deprive them. But allow me this small comfort: a letter that I will never send to one who can never read it.

Rest well, brave knight

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Name: Kai Amefurashi
World: Zalera
Prize: Bluebird Earring

Dear Edmont de Fortemps,

I pray this letter finds you well. Well, I hope it finds you at all. I have finally arrived at the Far East, and scarcely have seen a postmoogle. The locale delivers by means of falconry. In fact, that also is one of the preferred modes of transport… Nary a chocobo either, come to think of it. The culture and people here starkly contrast Eorzea. It’s a strange realization that struck me after some time here. Even though we have such a diverse history in our cities, experiencing the people and customs here somehow paints Ishgard and Ul’dah with the same brush.

The architecture itself is artistry. You should see the embassy district! If it weren’t for the nations’ banners, one could easily mistake the area for a garden in which to pass a leisurely afternoon. Well, perhaps not leisurely – I was overcome with a sense of serenity. And veneration. Words can do no justice to capture the majesty. It vaguely reminds me of the sanctity of the air of Saint Reymanaud’s. Cold and lost, then found.

I realize my thoughts are scattered. I’ve not slept more then two bells since we’ve arrived. Even though the Scions have brought me here for – ah, shall we say, strictly business, I have taken every minute to explore the pleasures. Such as this teahouse I sit in at this very moment. This establishment has elevated hospitality to an art form. But somehow, it’s missing a certain something. They hope to make this feel like home, yet it makes me feel… alone? Nostalgic? Empty? I haven’t the time to find the right word. Our beloved travelling diplomat insists we move out in the morning, and I must resign to actual rest.

Goodnight, and pleasant dreams,
Ravieth Arvenel


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Character: Ravieth Arvenel
Server: Behemoth
Desired prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

To A Mad Genius,

I know not what has brought these feelings to light, but since our meeting, I cannot seem to get you out of my mind. Whether it be the fact you succeeded in extracting the soul from my body, or just how dashing you made a lab coat look, one cannot be sure. The only thing that I am sure of is that I cannot deny that something about you made an impact on my... heart, or my soul. I cannot be sure which. You definitely gained my attention, however. In that aspect, you certainly had success.

I am a woman that can definitely appreciate science and the things you were able to create. The experiments you had done, they were positively mind blowing. Others may have feared them, been disgusted by them, but I? I admired them in a way. Such challenges they had brought me, challenges I had never faced before. And they were challenges that never could have come to light if not for your pure genius. If only I had not been forced to end your life... I feel you and I could have had plenty of experiments of our own, if you catch my drift.

Aulus mal Asina, you may never have been able to record your findings, but good man, I shall record them for you. Perhaps, I may even work to continue this work in my own way. Perhaps I could even use your work and add it to my own alchemy endeavors to see you once more. To show you what I have done and see if you see the kindred spirit within me that I saw within you.

Always Your Secret Admirer (and Killer),
Malignancy Seroquin



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Character: Malignancy Seroquin
Server: Hyperion
Prize: Noble Barding

Dear Rishin
Tis the thirty-seventh time thou hast sent thee letters of thine’s unrequited love. Wherefore doth thee ignore thine feelings for thou. Thine only wishes to be connected with thee aye and fain. Hark to mine understand thine can be vile and vindictive and violent, but thine doth so out of thine insatiable fixation that only thee can quell. We art made for each other art we not? Tis come to mine attention that thee continue to abhor mine gifts towards thee such queer behavior pains thine. Doth thou not find my gifts pleasing, art thou unimpressed with thine lockets? Peradventure thou should resort to more drastic and forceful measures. Surely then thee wilt notice mine absolute love for thee, aye clearly thine can see now. I knoweth every detail about thee i even collect thy trash to become closer to thee, wherefore must thee deny me... deny us?! Perhaps other warriors of light are poisoning thee..Thou shalt cure thee from others sickness.

Yours truly Fiora Scarlet https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachmen...38/unknown.png
Fiora Scarlet Brynhildr Scarf of Wondrous Wit ( If the lord of light does shine through)

A letter scattered across the great ravine...

Of Nidhogg, the First Brood.

I cannot say this is a letter of love for Valentione's is not just of love. We remember those...that are dear, that have struggled. And I understand your struggle.

I've not forgotten the battle fought across the bridge. The anger that pierced through the heavens in sorrow, in suffering. The suffering of your love of your dear sister Ratatoskr.

Ishgardians scorn your name and yet I cannot. I cannot scorn suffering for what has happened. I have seen the past and I saw your plight. Unfair in the greed of man but now you have been released. You have been free. Even then...I do not remember much of the dragon within me, they too who cries out for their brood mother as you did your sister.

I know your suffering has finally be freed. You have reunited with your sister but always remember that even in the darkest hour, forgiveness from your kind can be given. That I cannot scorn your name nor another. That deep within...you still are loved. That if seen past your struggle that you truly had loved and wanted your pain to cease.

Fehsk ool herrn ool wehs.
(Return to her in the Heavens.)

Iieha Durant.
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Character name: Iieha Durant
World: Balmung
Prize: Noble Barding.

Dear Hanging Man,
For two years I have watched you from afar. I have seen you struggle to stay suspended above what would be certain death. I have always wanted to assist you to safer ground, alas you have yet been out of reach. Day after day, month after month, I gazed upon your exquisite form and thought to myself, “Dayum, are you Superman, because you must be made of steel. You are Fiiiine.” Unfortunately, with the recent events in the east, I have been unable to come by Idyllshire as much. These last few times I have been around, I have seen no hide nor hair of you. It is as though you have vanished into thin air like mist in the morning sun. Wherever you have gone, I hope that you are well and are hanging on.
Forever Yours,
Jynx Silverwing from Diabolos
Scarf of Wondrous Wit

To you, my other half:


Since our first meeting, stumbling in from the cold with nothing but numb hands and the clothes on my back, you have shielded me.

When others cried out for my protection I swallowed the childish cry that pierced my heart — who will protect me?

But you heard.

Where I stumbled, where others fell back, you reached out your hand; when their pleas for help turned to shouts of condemnation you stood by me. I would have died for you, if only I could...

I know I am not an easy person to love. It is dangerous, it seems, even to stand in the same room with me. Banquets are ash in my mouth. Wine is sour on my tongue. You know my scars. You know why. And still you remain.

Sharlayan philosophers say that to truly love another one must first love oneself, but although I am certainly no philosopher I am bold enough to call them liars. I had no room in my heart to love before we met — filled as it was with the prayers of those I swore to protect, with the hopes of those who stood by and watched as I was betrayed.

You alone knew the thoughts I could not speak. You knew my heart. You taught me I was allowed to want — to need — something beyond the mission I was entrusted with. With you, I wanted to be selfish. I wanted you to stay.

You gave me that gift. What else could it be, but love?

Who else could I love, but you?


— You know my name




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Character Name: Chiral Etxevarria
World: Midgardsormr
Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

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My Dearest Demon Wall,

Though you have continuously “repelled” my advances. I write this poem for you, so that we can set our love in stone once and for all.

“Omnia Vincit Amor”

As patient Thisbe now, I kneel
Beside the cool and marbled stone
While steady turns, and grinds, the wheel
hoping to find I'm not alone.

The talons of my Pyramus
above me writhe and slash and claw.
The repulsion that these offer us
stops our binding before the law.

Despair opens a great abyss
golden eyes tempt me now to sin
my beloved's approach brings me bliss
but threatens still to throw me in.

Through winter, spring, summer, and fall
it's like I'm talking to a wall.

Petrified with love,
-Serenity

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Character's Name: Serenity Luministia
World: Hyperion
Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

To my beloved Estinien,

I'm not sure why I'm even bothering to write something that you most likely will not read as my words to you are not worthy of your time, but alas, this is something that I absolutely must get off my chest. When I first met you, you set my heart ablaze like Ifrit's hellfire. Although I could not see your face, I knew you were the that I would come to long for the most. My dearest Estinien, where have you gone to? Every moment that passes by when you are not by side aches more than the last. The scions have me running all around Eorzea every day and I pray that our paths will cross again once more so that I may tell you how I feel. Although you would be sure to scoff and laugh at the thought of some adventurer who you've only met a few times confessing their silly feelings to you, I pray that you may take my words to heart and take the time to listen to how I feel about you. Wherever you are and however you may feel about me, I pray to Hydaelyn that my words reach you and that we may be together once more.

Yours dearly,
Astra Orben


Character : Astra Orben
World: Faerie
Prize: Noble Barding

To my Guild master Serendipity,

Eyes that sparkle like an ingot of gold,
A vision of such joy and splendor,
Together I wish to grow old,
In company, our words so tender.

Met as master and apprentice,
Your craft caught my eye,
My work since has been relentless,
To gain your attention is all I try.

Now here I stand at the peak of my craft,
I return to you once more,
All my efforts now seem daft,
When I saw you through the door.

Your light pierces my soul o' so wickedly,
But above all else, you are my Serendipity

Character : Mulch Phoenix
World: Sargatanas
Prize: Noble Barding

To my love, Jandelaine

When first we met upon the bridge in Limsa,
I felt a twinge like none other before,
Shimmering scissors snickering away,
Cutting and creating like none before,
Creating beauty for all to see,
My life without colour before the aesthetician appeared.

Hotter than Hellfire my passion burns,
Rising like the Phoenix,
Giving new life to me every day,
Shaping me for all that may come my way,
I would battle with Ifrit if it only meant,
To gaze upon your beauty and skill once more.

The Lady of Bliss I do become,
With your fingers through my hair,
When your Alluring Embrace finds me,
Make it shorter, longer, thicker, thinner,
Washing my fatigue away,
All is at your command.

You work for across the realm,
Aiding all those who request,
Yet before our paths crossed,
My whole life was out of balance,
You bring me Equilibrium,
Though one small fact remains,
You will never be mine.

Character: Raven King
World: Sargatanas
Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

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Y'shtola,

Long has this letter existed, before quill met parchment, and though the time it might find you threatens passing, its message waits no more.

"I am the waves that bear." The first line of the sailor's requiem, the first words you spoke to me, the first time your kind smile warmed me, the first moment the softness of your voice filled the lonely hole in my heart whilst carved a new hollow that only you would fit. Our meeting perhaps lacked the weight to become a common recollection for you, but it was a constant companion to me when repose permitted musing. If either of us held to such notions of fancy, I would thank the red of Limsa for coloring fate's string that entwined our journeys. Ah, a jest!

... Even now, courage fails me and I am only able to disclose in allusion. Of all uncertainties and terrors faced, e'er has my resolve been brought to naught at mere speculation of a me without you, and that is thrust upon me. I shall, nay, must fain avert the settling of its veracity with all my being, and consume my every power to revoke your absence. Or so I am convinced, in the hopes that perhaps this draft might be free of the blot of my tears. To that end, transparency as a start ...

"Leave us." Two words, your last words to me, the hardest request you ever made. In the end, I was the one left behind, with so much unsaid and more to say, with my longings and regrets. Nevertheless, those shall remain with me, for if I might only send one wish to you, all it could possibly contain is my love, as I love you.

Your friend,

Sigrid

Addendum: From Gridania, hope! Dare I ...?

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Character: Sigrid Takagi
World: Ultros
Prize: Noble Barding