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

[Veritas-Ancora]

Reduce Mine Inventory, Replace With Thy Love

Words dare not express my love,
When you take my garbage gear,
Expert dungeons give me waste,
You give me seals for cheer.

Your Quartermaster knows it,
When I yearn to see you again,
Two thousand for an Aetheryte Ticket,
Assures I will see my loving friend.

Our love is like your banner,
Two snakes of fate intertwined,
You pay my glamours, my retainers,
And my aetheryte fee in kind.

So now our love is in the open,
And know our best kept secret,
That the trick to better inventory,
Is a man who is willing to take it.


With love, chocobos, and moogles,
Vain Palazzo
Gilgamesh
Chocobo Barding

[Hips]

To Zenos Yae Galvus,

While I had heard tales of you before, the tyrant crushing so many nations under your iron fist, we only truly met during your assault on Rhalgr's Reach. Amongst the flames searing the sky and the screams torn from the mouths of soldiers and civilians alike, emotions welled up inside of me. Obvious ones like hatred and disgust, yes, but also one that I found myself denying for the longest time.

Respect.

In you, I found a challenge, one greater than all of the false gods I had felled before. In you, I found a power to be both feared and respected. And, slowly, I found that respect shifting, twisting, into something more—a sort of ugly admiration for your equally-ugly actions; you knew what you wished to do more than anything and you would follow through with it no matter how many grotesque things needed to be done. From there, it didn't take long for that admiration to morph into something unbelievable, something that would have me exiled in a heartbeat.

Love.

Against all the odds, against all the atrocities that you've done, I find myself hopelessly in love with you. I would have given up everything to be your friend and confidant, but the circumstances leading up to that wonderful last encounter of ours kept me from doing so. Instead, we engaged in a battle so fierce and so exciting that I will keep it in my heart forever.

I just hope that, wherever you are in the aether, you are doing the same.

Your Warrior of Light,
Glitchy Aster

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My character is Glitchy Aster on Faerie, and I would like the ahriman choker.

[praysolace]

Dear Aymeric, (No. Too familiar. It could be considered impertinent.)

Ser Aymeric: (What is this, a business proposal? No.)

Dearest love (STOP SCREWING AROUND, ROWAN)

Aymeric,

I saw Lisette recently, rambling on as always about Valentione’s, and I thought of you

When the night sky wears the moon as its pendant, I shall await you at

I think you’re hot

I am at a loss for how to express myself to you. I have attempted all my usual methods for solving problems, and none of them has worked. I tried nodding and making faces at this letter, yet it failed to pick up my intended impressions. I tried taking my axe to it, but, while cathartic, it left behind what looked more like a death threat than a love letter a confession this. I even approached Alphinaud for assistance. He seemed most enthusiastic to help me write a letter, but whilst I was explaining the purpose, he left for the restroom and has not yet returned. It has been two hours.

So I am left to write this on my own. What to say? Shall I tell you how my breath catches in my throat when I see you smile? How my ears strain for the sound of your voice in a crowded room? How I dream of you, even from these far reaches of the East? Especially that one dream with the penguin underpa

I think we can agree that eloquence of expression has never been my strong suit.

But still I wanted to tell you that I lo

You have probably already noticed that I

Thank the Twelve I am not sending this sheet



[Letter postmarked from the Ruby Bazaar at 4pm on 2/6, along with several business invoices to Ishgard from the Scions.]

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Name: Rowan Sinclair
World: Brynhildr
Prize: Noble Barding

[Valruna]

My Dearest Aymeric,

I Would like to arrange a meeting with you.

Before you wave your hand at a secretary wondering what befalls Hydaelyn now please wait and read the rest of this letter first.

The meeting I wish to arrange is of the more social kind.
Aymeric I know what this is perhaps a bit forward of me and I’m not attempting courtship in a traditional manner.

I battle primals, am constantly thrown into the world's chaos and asked to fix it, and sometimes my choices blow up in my face. (I mean that quite literally as a Mage)

This being said as someone who also faces this worlds mood swings I think you will probably understand why I would wish you cut to the chase and just pursue you myself. I will understand humbly if you do not wish to engage in courtship, however, let me remind you I can set you on fire or literally set you on fire.

(I’m jesting about the literal setting of fire)

Please meet me at twilight's blush on the fourteenth day of the First Umbral Moon on the Black Iron Bridge.

I find it difficult to express everything in my mind into a single letter so perhaps you can let me tell you more with the burn of cold air keeping me to my senses. In turn, perhaps I can hear your opinion of this possible social engagement. This way if I am rejected of your affections I may walk away in the cold and snow in as dramatic a fashion as I may.

Yours for as long as fire burns and ice chills,
Valruna Cypher

[Love Letter from Valruna Cypher of Behemoth Server :Gift Prize if Won Noble Barding would be cool ]

[Shout]

My Dearest Anima,

I will never forget the day we met.

Under skies of tumultuous aether, I watched as you took shape beneath hammer swings and flying sparks. I felt your heart resonate with mine as I wrapped my quivering hands about your still-warm hilt, your voice calling out to me...

It feels like it was so long ago. An age of strife, an ocean of blood, ever reaching for the hard won victory. Even as my arms burned from exertion and my breath came in ragged gasps, your presence filled me with determination.

As we stride forward into the next dawn I vow that I will always swing true, and that any foes that stand against us will fall like rain in a storm of heart and steel.

With an unwavering grip,
Altun of the Qerel

(Written by Altun Qerel of Couerl, seeking the Noble Barding)

[Jenis]

To my tiniest of tapirs,

I noticed you milling about my guild, nose in the air like you'd not be caring whether it rained or shined. You followed me home, keeping me company, even as the weight of the world began to overwhelm me... as it happens with most Warriors of Light.

You devoured the dreams that plagued my nightly slumber, allowing me brief respite from the echoes of my stresses. You would greet me every morning with an innocent mien and a penchant for cookies -- a small price to pay in exchange for a piece of the peace for which I longed.

When you came into my life, all beady eyes and rosy cheeks, I didn't know that not only would you steal my dreams, but that you would also steal my heart.

Sincerely yours in reverie,

Soreas Lennart



[ Soreas Lennart (Faerie) • Bluebird Earring ]

[resonance_of_terror]

Y'shtola removes a few ale bottles surrounding the Warrior of Light and drapes a blanket over her shoulders.
She carefully removes a crumpled letter from the Auri’s hand and tosses it in the trash unaware of the contents.

Estinien,

I suppose I should get to the point, you are not one to beat around the bush after all.
Though, regardless, this letter will probably be crumpled up like the rest of them.
I wish I had done more to make you stay.
I am not very good with my words.
I guess it is good that I am the Warrior of Light and not the Warrior of Wordcraft.

Despite being surrounded by my dear friends, there is still a piece missing.
You are not really into this sappy sort of shite, but honestly I wish you would come back.
It has been… hard and tiresome. I have grown weary from the endless battles…
I wonder if this is how you felt after... You left without a word.
I understood why you left, but I want to be selfish for once and ask you to return soon.
I thought I lost you when Nidhogg took hold of you.

Loss is something I am already used to, but that was… different…
I… lost my composure. Some hero I am…
Life is a cycle of beginnings and ends.
I should not be so selfish to expect that because I have feelings for...
you are important to me that you would survive.
I just wish… life was easier. I am glad you are alive.
I am thankful to the Gods that you are safe, with your mind intact.
I should be thankful for at least that.

You are not here though and I worry about you.
The days pass and I wonder if you will recognize the person I was before you left.
I hope you will still remember our time together…
I’ll be waiting patiently until you find yourself.

Please be well,
With love, Aurelia

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Aurelia Dhurst of Ultros
Noble Barding

[Seyrr]

They say that the flame runs in the veins of your people, and it must be true, for one glimpse of you makes my heart burn with a fiery passion. Though you are a man of few words, you provide for my unspoken needs without question and without limit. With your support, I can soar above the highest clouds; even in the most crushing depths of my despair you keep me safe from harm.

And so this Valentione's Day, I give my love to you, Amalj'aa Vendor. No matter where I may roam, I will always return to the Ring of Ash and your reasonably-priced wares.

P.S. The new submersible's pressure hull is progressing quite well! Next time I see you, can you have some iron and mythril rivets prepared?

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Seyrr Timono
Hyperion
Scarf of Wondrous Wit