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