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

[SuperFami]

Rowena,

Like you, I'm a purveyor of antiquities and exotic goods. I've long admired your business sense, and I trust that you know a good deal when one presents itself. As such, I have an offer for you.

In honor of Valentione's Day, a faraway trader has proposed a contest. The couples who present him with the most endearing proof that their love is the truest in all of the land will receive a pair of bluebird earrings. One for each of us.

You know as well as I do that all of Eorzea looks to you for style cues. Lazy craftsmen make knockoffs upon knockoffs, and suddenly every peasant with a scythe is wearing last year's fashions. This earring would put you on the bleeding edge of style -- in your rightful place.

All we have to do is win. Let's profess to be soulmates.

If anyone asks, we met in Mor Dhona. I gave you a fish. You gave me your heart.

Do we have an agreement?


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Famicom Disksystem of Faerie. I'll take the earring. (Give one to Rowena, too, please.)

[Metacupcake]

Sunshine,

Burning vibrantly on a throne you've built from blood, sweat, and sheer willpower. You burn alone, wavering, your light spreading across the lands in hopes of one day reflecting upon your moon. I know you are lonely. I see it in your ears, hear it in your voice as you speak up about finding your Nhaama.

I'm here. You may not notice me, for I am not the ethereal dancing beauty of the night. You do not notice me, no matter how hard I try to show you that I am more than just a pillar of strength.... you look past me.

It's okay, it's all okay. For I know one day your light will shine on me, illuminating me as if the very stars themselves aligned for us to come together. I can wait. I will wait as long as you need.

For the moon can only shine as bright as the sun that gives her light.

So please... shine your light my way one day,

Your Nhaama.

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Written by Narani Bayaqud
Server: Balmung
Prize: Bluebird Earring

[Alarius]

in the kingdom of hearts i am the king
who has searched his entire life for his beloved queen
now i believe that you are she
and it would make me the happiest man in all of
existence if you would only agree to marry me
because for you the fire of my heart burns both hotter and deeper than red
it burns blue like water upon an ocean
and also like water my love for you is forever flowing.

forever yours
Alarius everglow.

[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

[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.

[brioche]

A Sonnet for Sidurgu

Shall I compare thee to a Moogle’s pom
Thine skin wax fair in pale moon’s light below
Yet though steel visage radiates so calm
Embarrassment, bright red cheeks’ afterglow

Sharp piercing horns and teeth like razor blades
Gruff insults, fierce glares, fury is thy norm
But deep within a soul cold doth pervade
A kindness kindled deep grows soft and warm

Beneath thy harsh tongue and indignant hate
For past mistreatment that tore thee apart
A loyal Dark Knight’s oath upheld of late
Shows compassion in Obsidian Heart

Deny it all thou wish, sweet Sidurgu
“Tsundere” is what we call guys like you

Jusis Albarea, Mateus server, if I win I would like the Noble Barding.