Valentione's Day Love Letter Contest Entry Thread

[ShadowMobius]

To Lady Minfilia,

Everyday I thank the twelve for finding The Path, for finding you. Were it not for you creating The Path, I would not have come into company of such good friends and fellow adventurers. Each day that you call upon me fills me with pride knowing that I can help the woman I treasure. With your grace and wisdom I fight for you and for the freedom from the empires grasp.

When you sent me to talk of a treaty with the beastmen I found out something important about myself. That I love you. When they had me imprisoned and faced before the great primal Ifrit, it occurred to me that I may die without ever telling you how I feel. I managed to fight my way out alive to write this letter to tell you that I love you Minfilia. Your smile every time I return, and frightened eyes when my gear is broken makes me think that you feel something too. I draw my bow and knock an arrow and fire at every enemy that stands in my way of coming back to see your smile.

I leave this letter for you to open after I have left to fight the Garlean Empire for I do not know if I shall return and could not bear the chance to hear you say no before I departed. I shall fight for you to my dying breath with love in my heart. If I do return from this battle, I can only hope that my feelings have reached out to you and we can begin our own path together. If the twelve believe my role has ended then may you find someone who has undying love for you as I have

Wish to be your partner on the path of love,
Shadow Mobius.

[Solodayz]

Dear Pukna Pako the Tailturner,

When my eye's lay upon you i know this time is just right,
I only provoke you to show you my might.

I love you cute little hat and the way you hold your dagger,
when I see you i want to just /stagger.

Alas we start to dance and wonder what else you have in store,
Then without knotice im petrified for 10 seconds or more.

Our love is unique and and one i can adore,
You siphon my love until there's just is no more.

Then we must say goodbye, farewell goodnight, I must finish my Quest,
I will cherish this Dark Matter you left for me in this chest.

XOXO

[Rozvara]

To Mutamix Bubblypots,



Some say that you have a big nose and smell like hot garbage,

But baby, my love for you, there is no shortage!


I know you have a dark and mysterious exterior,

But its just to hide you're romantic, sweet side, would it hurt you to be a little cheerier?



Under all that armour, I see you're eyes

Looking at me, like two big bright apple pies!

And I know that you see through me and we create a bond,

Even though after I check my wallet, I feel conned.


We share a connection like no other and my love for you is concrete,

Yours and mine spiritbond is finally complete!

[Andaeron]

Dearest Lady,

I thank you for your kind missive which has only recently reached me here in far off Limsa-Lominsa. I offer in reply only a few words today, here writ amongst cliffs and crags o'erlooking the Rhotana Sea. I have been forced to seek solace against a sudden sea squall in a small alcove. I shall endeavor to keep my parchment dry and my ink unsmirched, for I wish my thoughts to reach you pure. As I wait for Llymlaen to abate her fury, my thoughts turn homeward to the boughs of the Black Shroud.

There is a beauty to the Shroud that is at once both immediate and distant, as the low hanging moon shining on the very tip of the horizon. One might believe that if they were to but climb that distant hill, one could just reach out and grasp it. But the moon must keep her distance, for if she allowed herself to be claimed, then what moonlight would there be for anyone else? And so she perches there, shining her radiance upon all who look on her, even as we wonder if she looks upon us. So it is with the Shroud, for She gives freely of herself, and we humble servants can but walk Her paths, admiring Her beauty, Her bounty, and Her grace.

There is a certain place in the Shroud that I have long yearned for but never found. Shall I describe it? There is a small clearing where nary a funguar roams. The forest surrounds you, and in its warm embrace you are safe from all the world, and only you and She exist. In the center, is a soft mound lined with fine grass, dewy and sweet and perfect for laying. All along the verge, the low cut bush is fragrant with budding flowers, and if you look up at night, you can see the stars twinkling in the sky, as if the eyes of the Shroud herself smiled back down at you. It is a place where one might come to know the Shroud intimately, and for a brief moment hold Her essence in your hand like a juicy, ripened blood currant. And as you gaze up into Her starry eyes, you can feel yourself enveloped in Her tranquility.

I fear that it may not be for me to chance upon this place of surreal happiness, but I cannot help but be jealous of he that does. However, even as I huddle here among the cold rocks of La Noscea so far from home, I think on this place, and it makes me glad just to know that it is there. And I hope, against all odds, that someday it will be I who finds himself looking into those starry eyes. The storm subsides, and it is with these thoughts that I leave you to your duties as head of the Order. As always, I remain ever your loyal and humble servant.

Twelve keep you,
Andaeron

[DrakonIronsoul]

To Whom Shall I Profess My Love...?

Perhaps It Shall Be to Minfilia,
Who's Echo Has Touched The Lives Of Many...
Kind, Sweet And Filled With Wisdom Aplenty.

Or Maybe To Kan-E-Senna,
Keeper Of The Twelves Wood, Graceful In All Her Glory...
Alas, None May Have Her...A Lonely Fate Is Her Story.

Mayhap Twould be Nanamo Ul Namo,
Ruler Of Ul'dah, Elegant And Radiant In Wealth...
Yet Riches Alone Cannot Sustain A Man Of My Health!
Must My Love Forever Remain In Stealth?!

Nay I Say To Thee!
For The Answer I Seek,
Is As Plain As Can Be.
I Profess My Heart, My Soul,
My Very Existence to...Adventuring!!!
For None Excites Me Down To My Core As The Thrill Of Battle...
The Thirst For Blood...
The Unquenchable Desire For Victory!

May The Journey Continue Eternally...


~Drakon Ironsoul

[Elysia]

To my Valentione, Totonawa:

Today shall not be simply another day! Nay, for on this day, love has run aground in the Quicksand.
You, my beloved robed purveyor of adventure, shall be my true Valentione, and oh, it shall be grand.

Don’t be coy, I’ve seen the way you leer. No matter the hordes of gathered adventurers each day,
The moment I approach: a clear of the throat, a seductive turn, and your attention comes my way.

The streets of Ul’dah fill with the clamor of your adoring fans; sometimes the hubbub so thunderous,
My whole world crashes down. With token in hand, I valiantly return, my devotion to you so wondrous.

No, Totonawa, today, you might be the one I want. And I need no journal to confirm the details:
Though the merchant strip may be bustling today, you’ve been waiting for me on pins and nails.

I’ll not mince words: your stature may be minimal, but your steely resolve is a glorious sight to see.
I’ve returned countless times to your counter, and no matter the hour or day, you linger just for me.

As an aside, I must question your work conditions. What’s the point of work for money in the first place,
If you have to stand every hour of every day? Has the Eorzean mob threatened to break your tiny face?

Alas, today your evaluations shall be personal. Shall I extol my gallant virtues to you in fanciful fashion?
I’ve dodged plumes of firey beasts (despite my geographical handicap,) and started my own love faction!

I’ve braved every mission you’ve personally chosen for me, toiling ‘till I can nary draw a breath.
I’ve slashed at a gaggle of mischievous moogles; they insisted on caroling, while fighting to the death!?

I’ve stored multitudes of anima, made fortunes in fine felt, and I’ll ply every trade under the sun!
I’ll conjure, I’ll thaum, I’ll cleave, I’ll stab, I’ll defend, and I’ll sling arrows (as Cupid has already done.)

We’ll ride Goobbues higher than any camera! We’ll whisk away to Ishgard’s resort, once we’re finally able.
I’ll weave, I’ll cook, I’ll carpent, I’ll fish, I’ll mine, I’ll botanize, and smith. Though pugilism is off the table.

No Hold shall be too Dark, no Prince shall be too Pestilent. We’ll cross millions of Maws in Toto-Rak!
No Oaks shall ever hear our steps. We’ll make doublets out of Dodore, and no Cactuar shall be too Jack.

I do this all for you, my miniature angel garbed in purest white, for the day we can finally be together.
I’ll overclock our courtship so powerfully, my strides of love won’t tarry even in the harshest of weather.

And so I write this Valentione for you, my bite-sized seraph, to hurry you away from where evil may lurk.
Set your attunement to “love”; we’ll leave the Twelve behind! … as soon as Eustace lets you off work.

~Elysia Zalakria

[Llysander]

Greetings All!

Llyssa Snowplover here, (Have to use my brother's account >.< )

This is the poem/song/whatever I wrote for Thancred.
Hope he likes it.^.^


"North Star"

Sometimes I think about the future, it's true I, ♪
Look for ways to be reflected, in your eyes. ♪
And then you save me, with your "maybe's" and your "allright's" ♪
It's not a day without your sunlight. ♪

We can say, that we always knew, ♫
This life was only meant for me, and you, to do. ♫

Sometimes I'm lost, can't find my way back, out too far, ♪
You'll guide me back into your strong arms, my North Star. ♪
And then you save me, with your bravery and your sharp knives, ♪
I'll run away with you to blue skies. ♪

We can say, that we always knew,♫
This life was only meant for me, and you, to do.♫

xoxo,

Llyssa

[Nyzira]

To my beloved Admiral,

I hope this letter finds you well, and should it not, may it improve it in some way. As you may know, Valentione’s Day is upon us. It is the day to declare one’s love to the world and let hidden feelings be known. Rarely do I care for the holiday, but this year I have a declaration worth making. I have found a treasure no sea dog worth his stones could price. I speak of a treasure I would protect with every fiber of my body and soul.

What treasure could drive a woman to bother her Admiral, you ask? The answer is simple:

You.

I confess that I have a girl crush on you. I know it is foolish to love one such as yourself – someone so far beyond my reach. I do not seek to possess you like most do a treasure, but instead I seek only to be honest with you. It is my greatest wish to be there for you in whatever capacity you desire. To simply speak your name to you as a friend would honor my heart. To embrace you when you need a moment’s reprieve from your duties would be a treasure no coffer could bestow me. Anything more would rival the sea’s passion.

I could write page after page about how your beauty rivals Menphina, or how you exude a strength that may even inspire The Navigator herself. But I would rather gaze into your eyes and say them to you in-person, even with one of your muskets aimed at my heart. You are my guiding star, Merlwyb. What you do with this confession is your own decision, but knowing I may have brought even the faintest of smiles to your lips…. It is worth it.

But I will not waste more of your time, as I know you are a busy lady. Happy Valentione’s Day, Admiral Merlwyb. Please know that you have me as a Valentione until the sea swallows all. I only hope that one day, I may say that I have you as mine.

Forever yours,

Nyzira Frostblood

[Gethyn]

Paper found crumpled and torn in a corner of the Ul'dah markets

Thancred, poet of the desert sands

First met when I was far from home

Questing, heart-sick for sea-salted winds

I learned the sands had a charm of their own.



Now as I gaze into the distance

Images unbidden assault my mind

Thy honeyed tongue Echoes in my ears

Peace from waking dreams I’ve yet to find



Dark eyes that lit a fire within me

Silver glint of deadly daggers drawn

Sinuous, elegant, tempting form,

Fingers running through hair of sun-bleached blonde



The blackened spirals upon thy neck

Marks of the destiny that binds us all

And holds us all at dagger’s point

As the crimson moon begins to fall



Of futures perfect and pasts uncertain

Much you know, though little is told

Cloaked, with companions, in mystery and shadow,

Knowledge of eldritch powers old



I do not trust you, for the life of a pirate

Unwary, ends in pain and naught

Yet I do not forget your kindness shown me

Or the lithe form beside me as we fought



These work roughened hands could offer you little

This battle-scarred body silks only would mock

My place is with my people, of the proud Limsa Lominsa

Yet still you manage to haunt my thoughts



Thancred, thief of the desert sands

These endless, uncertain days I watch you from afar

These words, my heart’s blood, crumpled in my hands

For you, a pirate’s heart, stolen from sea and shore.

[Kavaskous]

Dearest Yhah Amariyo,
Deepest of desires, the taker of my breath, the bearer of my heart, so true are your amber eyes, so soothing is your lavender scent, that tickles the tip of my nose. You are intoxicating, and even when away in my travels, I never sober of you. Your beauty is tragic, for any whom look upon you, are left yearning. Even in my travels, the fighting and the battles fought, I think of you. Never, while away from this city of sand and greed, have I seen a beauty such as yours, not unlike the wilds of the forests by which I hail, that I might be willing to lay down arms and settle myself, far from the comfort of the twelveswood.

Would you come with me to the forests, leave this city of money and sin? Give me a chance to know you, and show you the world beyond? Across the Strait of Merlthor, and to Sharlavan, to journey along with me, sword and staff in hand? A moment, a single tear, a spoken whisper in an ear, the bearing of a soul laid out, hear me. hear my plea! A thousand words left unspoken, hidden in a kiss, that love reciprocated, the world would not be missed.

As surely as the waning moon does shine, Menphina has blessed me with your visage that haunts my every dream and waking moment. Each day is my own personal Hel, that once I might approach you, moogles dance upon my heart, weighing heavily on my soul. But today is unlike any other day, today is the day that all may lay out their hearts and souls, and beseech their beloved, and I surely must do the same, for my passion burns brighter than even the mightiest of Ifrit's flames, and purer than the purest springs.

Our love could be like the waters of a Coerthian stream, everflowing, there is too much love to have. Everthirsty, we drink from its waters until we burst, in its abundance, it survives our thirst. Day by day we come to the shores and drink our fill, yet it is never enough, and never satisfies, never holds us, so we return to it's shores, thirsty, willing to die, within its joyous waters.

On this day of love, be my Valentine, do not shy away, but look kindly upon me.

Sincerely Yours,

Serahr Kavaskous.