Valentione's Day Love Letter Contest Entry Thread

[VayleAkashi]

My dearest Thancred,

I must admit that since you saved me from that wretched Goobbue and taught me how to wield my axe more effectively I cannot get you out of my thoughts. Your smooth style and ability to make daggers appear from out of nowhere to vanquish my "less-desirable admirers" makes me swoooon.

You told me once before that you would feel a good deal better if I would consent to join you. Thancred, you must know, that I would consent to join you wherever your path takes you; you need only ask. With your amazing good looks and romantic voice, how could I resist? Worry not of my path companion, Lan. He has listened to my ramblings of passion for you and has assured me that if you will consent to join me, he will step aside. The Twelve help me, I cannot believe that I am revealing these thoughts to you!

My dear Thancred, you would make me the happiest Marauder in all of Eorzea if you would consent to join me on this upcoming full moon. I will be awaiting your arrival, watching the moon rise, at the ferry docks.

Your not so secret admirer,
Vayle Akashi

[Seiken]

For your eyes only Pimelle, the only one I’m thinking of
I’ve beseeched the goddess Menphina to inspire these words of love:

No word, no deed, no tonic can ease the pain inside
A lonely Roegadyn’s heart, adrift on a wandering tide

Long have I been watching, falling for you like the Dalamud star
Four yalms across your counter, could never seem to be so far

A passing glance, an exchange of goods, is all I seem to find
Not much more can I take, to be absent from your mind

Together I see a future, this I promise true
Always in my Echo’s past, I’m standing next to you

Stars and moons may be falling, Gridania may cease to shine
Yet if I live one final fantasy, be it a union of your heart and mine


Your wandering adventurer,

Seiken Valk~

[Kres]

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Dear Y'shtola♥,

Do you like me?.... because I really like you.
Please check the box:

[ ] Yes, oh absolutely!
[ ] No, but I think you're really cute!

Love,
Kresy~ (｡･ω▼｡)ﾉ♡ﾟ


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[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!

[Rozvara]

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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!

[Diyne]

To the lovely lady, Sisipu:


Sisipu, we have toiled together for many moons now, and you have taught me so much. You have shown me some of the finest fishing spots in La Noscea, and taught me the best bait and rod to catch even the greatest of sharks. For some time now, when we are close, I feel a fascinating fluttering in my stomach. I cannot help but heed this heat in my heart; a warmth in my chest when we are together. Watching you work on the waters is always a pleasant pleasure, your skill only surpassed by your splendor. Your eyes are the color of churning seas; showing the fire of your soul. I find the smells of sea spray and kelp in your silvery hair to be quite charming.

It saddens me to see you scowl, with the netmaster to blame. I know how he irks you. I would enjoy nothing more than to take some stress from your day, to listen to your troubles, and ease your doubts. If you wanted me to trounce that devious little deviant, I would, for you.

I know that you have seen me in some… peculiar predicaments in the past. But I wish to put that past us. Even the part with the skivvies. Sisipu, I would like to invite you for dinner, even just once. Give me a chance, as no lecherous lout or scurvy-ridden scrag in Limsa Lominsa can give you. A fine feast I would fix you, and a romantic retreat. It is what you deserve.

I will see you soon at the Bottom, and I shall pray that Oschon has not aimed my adoration astray. To you I offer my heart. Sisipu, will you be my special fish of the sea?

Yours,

Diyne Ikapine

[Deltara]

Sonnet for Pimelle, the Masked Beauty.

Pimelle, I must a favor beg of you
When next I'm free to browse your weathered wares.
For 'tis not gil nor gold I go to view
But what you stow away from all who stare.
The daring moon will strive to mask the sun-
A marvel and a beauty to behold-
But should the two eternally be one
The living world would languish in the cold.
Perhaps you seek to hide your face and scowl
To rob my love and pain me when I fall,
For who but thieves and pirates on the prowl
With pains conceal their countenance from all?

But just one fleeting glimpse of my love's face
Would give my soul the joy of perfect grace.

[AshTS]

Dear Cid,

If you ever put your God darned hands on my wife again, I'll kill you.

-Ashley

[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