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

[NjordAkhabali]

A letter placed upon Ysayle's grave.

I look back upon footsteps in the snow. Where once there were two pair, I see only one. I look back upon the towers of the Holy See. Where once there was dawn, I see only night, cold and bereft of your touch. I look heavensward. Where once there was shimmering, I see only your grave. I look beyond the mountains, to Dravania. Though I cannot see him, I know Hraesvelger is there, and he alone knows my pain. I have tread many a summer in Coerthas. This one is hot, but I feel no warmth. And yet, I kneel in the snow, my hand gathering crystals, and as they part in the gale, I find your face, your smile, your hope which neither earth nor dawn nor sky can bring. You are but diamond dust in the wind, in the heavens, and though one day so shall I be, with every breeze I know you are always with me.

Your's Always, Njord Akhabali.

(( Name: Njord Akhabali Server: Coeurl Prize: Bluebird Earrings ))

[Lucor]

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My darling unnamed chocobo,

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Kweh kweh,
Lucor Valeska

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Character: Lucor Valeska
World: Hyperion
Prize: Noble Barding

[Rekkuza]

Ode to Kefka

You're a maniacal jester that most would fear,
But I've become smitten, I'll hold you dear!
At first we were at odds, you suddenly attacked!
But I wasn't phased, because you totally attract ~
There's no need to fight, I'll tell you something witty...
Despite your lust for my death, I still think you're pretty <3

Try as I might to dodge all your spells,
I realized my love ran deeper than the seven hells!
As the battle waged on, I could scarcely predict,
Oh no, I seem to have fallen for all of your tricks!
Defeated I'll be, though I'm no less certain,
I'd still love to meet with you behind a curtain!

Character: Rekku Za
Server: Gilgamesh
Prize: Noble Barding

[DrMeloche]

My Dearest Sultana,

I pray this letter finds you well, and that you’ll indulge me to express the ceaseless passion which burns within this young fool of a mage. While I am sure many would proclaim the gleam of your eyes to shame the rarest of jewels, such words shrivel and bitter the tongue. Your heart is far greater than the riches of any realm, for as you say, all who cling to material wealth are greatly deceived.

The beauty of your soul is rivaled only by the sands of time. As a single grain may decide the fate of Eorzea’s greatest nations, the very mention of your name commands the deepest reaches of my heart.

Nanamo, It is for you that I ride out against untold peril. My love for you reaches beyond the endless dunes, and is wider than the swelling seas. Our shared dream for all peoples to be united in peace, justice, and prosperity will soon become a reality. I know this, because it is your righteous heart and unwavering spirit which inspire boundless courage in me.

While duty carries me to the furthest reaches of the realm, time strengthens my devotion as steel tempered in fire. I will return to you. Once this accursed war is finally brought to an end, if it please you, I promise to remain always at your side till the end of our days.

Eternally yours,
Honto Shontotto

Jenova, Scarf of Wondrous Wit (if selected, please)

[098501]

An envelope is tucked away in the back of a dresser-drawer, 'Sidurgu' is printed across in small neat letters. The contents are as follows:

There's a shared suffering between us in the form of bloodied hands, broken families; broken hearts. Yours, obsidian. Mine, pyrite.

They syncopate, assimilate - I know you. When our eyes meet, I feel that I know you. The man peering behind his crumbling walls, the man who spilled the blackest of hearts so readily in the Forgotten Knight (I see the loneliness, too. Stupid, you have me. You have Rielle).

I know that you miss him. I know she does, too. I only knew the shadow of a name and a false pretense and I know I can't hope to understand, or replace that gash in your hearts but -

I'd like to think of you both as family, and I pray you do too,

if you would have me.

Lam Alnilam. Adamantoise server. Noble barding

[Nivae_Phyla]

Oh, Leofard, pirate of the skies, it is you who have pirated my heart. Aim your pistol to my breast and pull the trigger, as my heart already bleeds for you. It weeps for you like the city we plundered together. It aches for you like a wound no conjurer can heal.

The moment I boarded The Parrock I knew my heart and soul belonged to you. You, with your eyes as wintery as an Ishgardian snowstorm and your hair as raven as the void from whence the haunted vessel came. How I longed to see but a sliver of affection in those icy orbs I find myself lost in. What I wouldn’t give for just a glimmer of requited feelings, but alas, I am not the treasure you seek. I know your heart belongs to the freedom of the skies.

Perhaps, someday, our paths will cross again and we can claim victory on a new feat together. I could hear your laugh again, witness your courage and bathe in your adoration of adventure. Like an ever flowing river, my love for you knows no bounds, but I do not wish to cage you, therefore my love for you will remain within me forever and always until you wish to plunder it.

Forever yours,
Nivae
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Nivae Phyla of Diabolos
If selected, I would like the Scarf of Wondrous Wit

[Mordulin]

Y'shtola,

Since the moment you came to my aid against that rampaging Goobue I've known you were special to me, but it took nearly losing you twice now for me to see just how I really feel. I'm a bit dense and at times can struggle with expressing myself beyond a muted nod, but I can deny my heart no longer. Your strength of character, your kindness and intelligence combined with your beauty leaves me even more speechless than normal. I love you and I always have and always will. I know our goals to save Eorzea requires us to risk our lives so I won't ask you to stay safe at home like I'd desire but rather ask that you allow me to continue to stand by your side whenever possible.

Holding you in my arms and inhaling your essence,
I am transported to a realm of joy free of sorrow.
A dream state caught between awake and asleep,
Filled with possibilities of our future together.
Your breath upon my chest building desire within me,
A desire to see what this land contains for us.
A hope to see a home and children beside you,
A wish to grow old alongside you and remain as one.

With all my heart,
Mordulin Trevalyn


(This was written by Mordulin Trevalyn of Faerie. If chosen I'd like the Noble Barding.)

[Borlaaq]

A letter delicately attached to Yugiri’s messenger falcon for her to find.

We’re weapons, you and I. I knew it when I first saw you. Even now, you hold yourself like a blade. You want to protect your people, your prince. You asked me once what I wanted to protect. Back then, I didn’t answer; just tugged my hood tighter over my face. We were both hiding from a foreign place who thought us children of dragons.

Do you remember the tale of Azim and Nhaama? They say even Raen know the tale but I have never approached the subject around you. The Oronir preach that they were in love — the sun and the moon. It’s a romantic notion but my tribe brands them heretics. A Borlaaq needs not a man.

But what if my Azim, my sun, is not a man?

It’s embarrassing but I often think about how I found you unable to sleep that night in Mor Dhona, tense in a new place. I remember the feeling of being stranded here and I was resolved not to let you feel alone. You let me reach out and push back your hood. How your scales glistened in the moonlight. You laughed, bitterly, and said, “Strange that even the Warrior of Light hides. What would Eorzea think if she knew her savior had the Dusk in her blood?”

I didn’t know what to say but I knew then that I wouldn’t hide anymore. I never put my hood back up. “I’ll make them accept us,” I promised you that night and I kept it.

Now, seeing you back home, without your hood and a smile as bright as the sun, I think I know what I want to protect.

You.

Written by Vajra Borlaaq of the Mateus Server. If chosen, reward I would like would be the Scarf of Wondrous Wit.

[Sylb]

Fordola-

I write this to you, knowing full well that if I were to be discovered, the children of Ala Mhigo would come for my head. But if there is one thing I believe in above all else, it is that dwelling on the past too much always does more harm than good. I cannot control anyone else’s actions, and that includes yours. That does not mean, however, that I cannot choose to reach out to you. And so I will.

When I first met you, it was during the assault on Rhalgr’s Reach. Though many of my friends were either furious or heartbroken, I could not help but feel that there was more to you than a so-called “remorseless traitor”, as my friend Sylbstyr put it. And I learned how right I was-my Echo revealed it all. My heart now bleeds for you-I want to help you. I want to understand you. Please, give me that chance, Fordola-I know there is more to you than the bloodthirsty traitor most of Ala Mhigo is convinced you are.

I’ve included a homemade treat for you-rolanberry ice. It’s my own recipe. I know how hot it gets in Ala Mhigo, so I thought you might like something to help you cool off. I hope you will give me a chance to heal your broken, tormented soul. I am always here for you, and will continue to be until my dying breath.

-Sarnai Kagon
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If I win, I would like the Scarf of Wondrous Wit sent to Sylbstyr Styrsyngwyn on Famfrit. Here's to hoping I win!

[Moonstar]

Dear Aymeric,

If I could, I'd rewrite the stars where our stars crossed so that they would remain together. How I wish I had the ability to do so. I know this letter is sudden but after nearly losing my life in a duel with Zenos, all I could think of was you and how you would never know the feelings I had buried deep in my heart. My feelings, I'm not sure when they changed from adoration to love, but they were solidified at the private dinner between you and I. Being able to speak to you as a woman and not as the warrior of light, filled me with joy. You had asked me what I would do when the fighting is over, a part of me would like to live a quiet life surrounded by flowers and by the gentle sound of water surrounding me and the other side wants to be by your side, protecting you and your homeland. The fighting is about to escalate and I didn't want another Valentione's Day to pass without letting you know my feelings. I love you, Aymeric.

Your warrior of light,
Rinoa

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Rinoa Windrunner
Faerie Server
Prize: Noble Barding