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#Happy Valentoine's Day
zylphiacrowley · 3 months
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sweet-chimera · 4 months
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RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION.
your name: Striker
Romantic or platonic?: Romantic
A night in or dinner out or an activity?: Dinner out (I've learned from my mistakes)
Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Why not both?
What's your perfect date?: Day-Month-Year, but seriously? I'd say preferably someplace you feel comfortable, or picnic by a lake.
Would you cook for me?: I will, and make sure to make something you can eat this time!
Would you let me cook for you?: Hell yeah! I'd love to help too if you'd let me!
Can we make-out?: Yes please!
Make out in private or in public?: Wherever you'd feel comfortable!
Do you like to cuddle?: Very much so, with blankets and in front of a fireplace even better!
Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Fuzzy blankets to feel comfortable with.
Couch or bed?: Bed, I have a big one that I think you'd love, but I won't mind comparing beds~.
What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Whittling, camping and animal care.(Bombproof demands attention<3)
Tell me something about you no else knows: ...I have a scar that's never healed fully, got it from the last valentine date I had years ago. They were an assassin.
Why do you want to be my valentine?: You're able to make me be myself, and might not stab me.
What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm eager to learn more about you and to be open and direct.
RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION.
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"Aye, cause not'in' says happy valentoines loike being told ye have a non-zero chance o' stabbin' yer valentoine." She joked out wistfully, toying with the paper application in her hands.
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"It would beh a noice way tae spend tae evenin'. Ah'll poot ye in tae maybe pile."
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dalmascan-requiem · 1 year
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Dalmascan Requiem Moments: Valentoine's
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It turns out that Viera who grew up in the jungle don't know much about holidays, especially one from Eorzea.
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Read on AO3 or keep reading after the jump
content warnings: none
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I like writing fluffy things and smaller moments in the lives of my OCs, but it can be cumbersome to have a bunch of fics floating around in the arcs/series, so that's where Moments comes in! You can find all the shorter fics and know about where in the timeline they are. :)
This fic happens after Confessions, and they've been in a relationship for a while now.
"What in the seven hells is this?"
Gale glares down suspiciously at the chocolate heart and single rose sitting on the countertop. Gemna's bar was empty this time of day, as it always was, but these items seemed to have materialized out of thin air, and there wasn't a soul about to explain it.
Something was off here. Very off.
He had to admit, though, the chocolate heart at least looked nice. It was simply but beautifully decorated--very pretty to look at, but who knows what it could have been laced with. And it's easy enough to put some poison on the thorns of the rose. Not enough to kill, of course, but enough to incapacitate…
It was then that Gale noticed a small, folded-up note next to the rose. The Viera glared at it for a while, as if that would have the note magically unfold itself. After a few moments, though, he sighs and picks the message up. Maybe this will give me some clue… But the note only confused him further.
Hello Gale, Happy Valentione's Day
"...what… what is this?" The chocolate and rose were clearly for him, but what did it mean, exactly? What's a 'Valentione's Day'? Is it a code for a hit? Did Gale get on someone'as bad side and they tracked him here?
Whatever the case, he knew he couldn't just leave the heart and rose there, as much as he wanted to. He wasn't sure when a certain someone was getting back, and Gale knew he'd just eat the chocolate without a second thought…
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"I told you this was a stupid idea."
"You're the one that told me to give him the chocolate--"
"Yes, Laurent, give it to him. In person. As a gift." Gemna took a slow breath before shifting in her hiding place to look back at Laurent. "Not… whatever this is." She waves in the direction of the lighter-haired Viera, who was currently scrounging around the back of the bar to find something to pick up the chocolate with. "What were you thinking?"
Laurent crosses his arms and stares at a spot on the floor. "I… I thought it might be fun to surprise him and--"
"Surprise Gale? This boy thinks a mosquito is out to kill him, why do you think he'd just accept some food that's lying around?"
"I-I don't know! You didn't even tell me what this Valentione's thing is--"
"It's just a holiday where you express your love for your partner! They celebrate it in the West. It sounded like something nice for you to do." Gemna rubs her eyes in frustration, then turns back to the scene unfolding in the bar. She finds Gale with a large oven mitt on, carefully picking up and observing the rose with it, and she lets out a long sigh. "This is absurd. Laurent, go fix it."
"Why do I--"
"Fix it. Now."
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Well, it doesn't look like there's poison on this… Gale clumsily turns the rose over with the thick oven mitt, checking closely for signs of the thorns being tampered with. Then again, this rose is in incredible condition. If it's being preserved by aether, there's no way I'd be able to tell for sure--
"Gale!"
The Viera's musings are interrupted by a familiar voice, and he looks up to see Laurent walking in from the side door. Oh no, I haven't checked the chocolate yet--
"Gale, wait, I'm the one that--" "Wait Laurent, that chocolate isn't safe--"
The two Viera cut themselves off after they realize they're talking over one another, and an awkward silence falls over the bar. After a moment, Laurent crosses his arms and huffs. "I wasn't just going to eat the chocolate immediately, Gale."
"I'm just… making sure." Gale gives the darker-haired Rava a disbelieving look before setting the rose back on the countertop. "What were you saying?"
"Oh, I…" Laurent looks away from Gale, long bangs covering his face. When he continues, his voice is much softer. "I'm the one that left those there. For you."
It's too much when he gets shy like this. Gale hides his smile with the oven mitt, but he can't quite get the amusement out of his voice. "Thank you, Laurent. But why didn't you just give it to me? It's a bit concerning for food to appear out of nowhere in an empty bar. And what is Valentione's Day?"
"Uh, it's… a holiday they celebrate in the West. You celebrate your partners and give them chocolate…"
"Gemna put you up to this, didn't she?"
"Yes."
Gale couldn't help but chuckle then--Gemna was always trying to get them to celebrate a holiday or nameday. "You boys need to be more normal, this is absurd!" This Valentione's Day was a new one, though. He did admit this particular holiday seemed nice, at least.
"Regardless of the reason, I appreciate your thoughtfulness, my love." Gale gives Laurent a small peck on the cheek, which makes the already embarrassed Viera turn red. "Would you like the share the chocolate? The heart is rather big, and I, unfortunately, do not have a gift of my own for you…"
"Oh! Sure! …if you don't mind, of course, the chocolate is for you."
Gale's smile turns mischievous. "Who am I to deny you a sweet? I fear the day someone keeps chocolate from you. I'm surprised you were able to give it to me in one piece!"
"I'm not like that--"
"Shush, I'm just teasing." Gale hands half of the chocolate to Laurent. "Maybe next year I'll make the chocolate myself." He turns to the other Viera with a bright smile. "Thank you, Reyna."
Laurent returns the smile with one of his own. "Happy Valentione's day, Eir."
"What is a Valentione, anyway?" "I don't know, ask Gemna when she gets back. If this wasn't a ploy to watch the bar all night, that is."
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Imperfections
What is one thing you dislike about yourself that your lover likes?
A'kiva has been pondering on this question for a long while since it was posed to him days before in preparation he assumes for Saint Valentoine's Day the coming moon.
And.. how does one answer that? Is it physical? Is it a skill? Is it a trait?
He supposes it really wouldn't matter as its just one thing as opposed to every little thing, but then the question still stands:
What does Svan like about him that A'kiva doesn't?
Kiva refuses to believe its how he is. For many reasons but ultimately - he wants to improve. He's going to improve and while he has a sort of understanding that Svan liking who he is now doesn't mean he doesn't want A'kiva to improve or that he would hate the miqo'te improving... he feels its best for him to not think too hard on it.
He also quickly dismisses all of his traits because again tied in with improvements that he doesn't want to think about right now.
So physical.
Well he likes his hair. Its the last thing he has of his sire and brothers after all. His eyes aren't his favorite attribute but he doesn't hate them either. Sort of... neutral to them. His pupils are Seeker normal. His ears and tail-
He pauses in thought. His tail... was something he definitely didn't like. At all. It was too short. No one else in his tribe had one as short as his into adulthood. And he was teased endlessly by it, always being called a child.
Svan though... Svan never saw it that way. He pets it at times, marveling at how it moves. Likes when it curls against his hand or against him. In fact, he would claim its Svan's favorite feature of his if he didn't know what actually was: his eyes. And not the colour of them either.
He glances down at his tail as it flicks, almost to say hi to him. He thinks he could learn to like it. Svan already does.
And what is one thing your lover dislikes about them self that you like?
A'kiva... doesn't think there is a shortage of things, but then Svan has mostly accepted the way he is. He doesn't like how cumbersome his prosthetic is, but he doesn't hate having one or having lost his arm...
But... there are things that other people don't like about his mate: the fact he has a tail, has dark hair. He and Svenja take pride in their black hair and Svenja loves the fact her father has a tail (and wishes she too inherited it) but he could see how Svan, a younger Svan, could have hated looking different like he does currently.
He does like Svan's tail. Its cute and fluffy. He's pretty sure he wouldn't care what color hair his mate could have had, but the glossy black with his emerald eyes suits him too well for him to see him any other way.
But if A'kiva had to choose, and strictly going off of other people because he's pretty sure Svan doesn't care what others think about his looks anymore, he would say his mate's nose.
An odd choice, sure, but he loves the fact its slightly hooked. It makes for interesting nuzzles. And the imprint of it against his face is so distinct from any one else's he knows immediately its his mate. He also likes the little dark hairs on it. They're more than visible enough to give what most others would think is an odd discolouration but also soft like his tail and ears that A'kiva just adores.
He stands from his place by the river and heads towards their tent. Thinking about the older male has made him miss his presence. If he isn't there, at least he can smell him until he gets home.
((Originally the questions were going to be:
Name one imperfection about yourself that your lover likes
Name one imperfection about your lover that you like
Buuut the questions I used I think fit A'kiva's mind better.
Happy Saint Valentoine's Event while I'm at work... that I should be asleep for but ain't!))
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juri-ffxiv · 4 years
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Hold me close...
           And hold me fast..
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This magic spell you cast..             This is la vie en rose...
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When you kiss me, Heaven sighs        And though I close my eyes             I see la vie en rose
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When you press me to your heart     And in a world apart          A world where roses bloom
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And when you speak      Angels sing from above...
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Every day words       Seems to turn into love songs
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Give your heart and soul to me        And life will always be
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La vie en rose.
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Happy Valentoine Madaline....
@madalinevossffxiv​
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clone-appreciator · 6 years
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So um. I figured out how to use gpose in FF finally and um.  >///>
H-Hi Ravus!  
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ars-daemonum · 2 years
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Happy Valentoine’s Day!
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lovelyjasmari · 2 years
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👀 henlo henlo hapoi valentoines dau
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This is ur gift from moi ;D u def dunno me but ues happy valoentoins!
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Aaaaaaaaaa, my darling Chasseur d'Amour!! 😳😳😍
Merci beaucoup! Thank you very much! You just made my day a thousandfold. Hope you have a sweet valentines day too! 💖
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arcosoffireheart · 2 years
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👀 henlo henlo hapoi valentoines dau even doe u dk me hres ur gift from my bordies I ho0pe u liekd it! ^▽^
i. i cannot. express. how much happiness. this, brought me???
and wdym liked it? i LOVE IT HHHJSFK AAHHHHH
happy valentines day to you too, my dear <33
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sweet-chimera · 1 year
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“Happy Valentoines days lad, joost a remoinder he woos beheaded fer marrying couples in secret cause tae Roman government t’ought t’eir soldiers having ties tae partners back home would make t’em weaker foighters.”
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cadrenebula · 4 years
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Happy Valentoine’s Day from the Cadre~
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sundae-snaps · 7 years
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Postcard from:
Ul’dah - Happy Valentoine’s Day!
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ladyramora · 5 years
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Valentoine's disaster
You smiled and waved at Astrid as you left the amphitheatre’s stage, happy that you were able to help her with another little snafu that popped up and dampened the little one’s spirits. you had just reached the seats when her sister , Lisette, came up to you, cheerful as ever as she grabbed at your arm, “Thank you for helping her again this year!”
“It was no trouble, I enjoy the festivities every year and I wouldn’t want her to be discouraged.” You said, wondering why she hadn’t helped her sister instead, seeing as she probably had seen what had happened and knew how to resolve it properly.
“Oh?” Lisette said, smiling at you, “And who exactly is your beloved this year?”
“I-I don’t have one, I saw a lonely looking person who wanted to join in the event and I offered to be their partner.” You explained bashfully, a small pain in your chest at that fact.
It wasn’t as if being alone ashamed you, no, your life was dangerous and busy and honestly it would be hard to ask someone to give you their heart when you often were called away to far off lands at the last moment and, for all they knew, you could fall to some eikon or an enemy’s weapon. 
No. It was better if you were alone… no matter how much it hurt… no matter how lonely you felt when you returned home, how bittersweet it was to wave as two of your friends happily rode off into the sunset after their wedding… 
Lisette looked at you, her eyes narrowed in a similar fashion to a warrior about to engage in a difficult battle as they sized up their opponent. 
Uh oh.
You glanced around, left and right, silently pleading for some sort of mischief or distraction or hells, even some sort of disaster to ward off, to save you from the Valentoine master. 
You and Lisette were suddenly swallowed up by an enormous shadow.
You looked up to see Zenos smiling creepily down at you.
Not what you meant by a disaster, but hey, you’d take it.
“Zenos.” You growled, grabbing your weapon, only for Lisette to stop you with a hand on your arm, “No, no,” she said, “No violence here, only love.”
“It cannot help it, it is but a blood thirsty beast.” Zenos purred.
“Says the man who massacred several nations for fun!” you snapped back.
You snarled at him, only for him to smile eagerly at you, only instead of a fight breaking out, you feel her give your arm a squeeze as she asked him, “What brings you here to our Festival of Love?”
You looked at her, surprised she’d ask him that. Hells, it was surprising that she asked him anything, the man was pretty good at terrifying people into silence. 
Then you noticed that twinkle in her eye.
Oh dear, sweet Gods, please don’t let her be thinking what you think she may be thinking!!
“Festival of Love?” He repeated, as if he hadn’t noticed the hearts and the couples EVERYWHERE. He glanced around, his eyes widening, telling you that he apparently hadn’t noticed the decorations and the love struck couples everywhere.
“It’s Valentoine’s Day.” You explain, “It’s a time where couples and families come together and share their love.” You watched his face contort into one of confusion and… what else was there?
“Would you like to try our main attraction?” she said, stressing the word attraction in a pun that nearly made you face palm.
“You have entertainment?” He asked, surprised.
“Yes, all you need is a partner.” she said, looking from him to you in a suggestive manner that you wanted no part in.
“Oh, no…” you said, pushing gently away from her, “Not him. Please, Lisette, don’t make me…” but with a turn of her head and a threatening sweet smile, you groaned and showed him the way to the main event.
This was going to be the worst Valentoine’s day ever.
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You rubbed at your temples, hissing curses at whichever God had thought this to be a fun little ‘fuck you’ to the Warrior of Light. 
Zenos had nearly destroyed the maze with his blades, he had stabbed a poor moogle and ran off, breaking your 'bond’ as you stayed behind to save it’s poor little life and kicking over the fences with a loud laugh and even hopped over the hedges to kick over the gates on your side as well. Most of these moogles were little shits, but they didn’t deserve to die when all they were doing was trying to help the House of Valentoine spread love. 
then there was the cards. Oh dear gods, that poor moogle wet itself in fear and was nearly crushed to death until you stepped in and told him that he’d already cheated on the maze, that it wouldn’t kill him to follow the rules on this one.
He did, but he still cut the ones he chose in half, making it easier to guess, but it spoiled the fun of it. 
By the time they were to get their rewards, you told the moogle you weren’t interested and dragged Zenos out of there, furious and embarrassed and just wanting to get out of there and go home.
This had to be the worst Valentoine’s day you’d ever suffered through. The moment you were out, you told him to wait by the booths and tell him not to destroy anything before you had to report to the sisters about the damage done to their fun event. 
As well as give Lisette a piece of your mind…
Astrid was upset about her course being destroyed, understandably, and Lisette had to help arrange for it to be fixed and deal with disappointed customers, but at the same time, she felt it was worth it to have those two get their fortunes told.
The WoL scowled so fiercely at her when they shoved the paper containing their fortune in her hands, “Here’s the bloody fortune.” They snapped before turning on their heel and swiftly leaving with their cheeks red, this 'Zenos’ right behind them, eagerly asking if they could fight now.
Lisette opened up the folded piece of paper and smiled.
Just what she thought. 
Hopefully next year, the WoL would have Zenos under much better control, but just in case, it might be better to have more booths for next year’s event, maybe have some more games out. She’d talk to her sister about the idea later. As for now, she was just pleased to know she was right.
(Submitted by @lolzwaitwhat)
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aurora-tsuki · 5 years
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[A Scribbled Entry]
[the writing is sloppy looking, seems like it was written in a rushed hand]
I learned about the Valentoine’s Day party Balor was hosting as I came back for a reprieve from my travels, late last night. I am not entirely prepared, and I am still feeling that disconnect. I spent the day in the bunk room. I never saw anyone pass through… If they did, I may have been asleep. Who knows. The day was mostly a blur.
The timepiece shows I am running late for the party. I had hardly found the strength to move all day. How was I going to manage this party? It was a struggle to get out of bed. Even now, I am just writing things down instead of actually getting ready.
Valentoine’s is supposed to be some kind of fancy thing, where you gave chocolates and other candy to the person you liked. Or something. Was Kayne going to be there? Maybe I could put on the jacket I wore to the casino… No, that has too many bad feelings. It’s half past and I am still here.
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[the writing is different looking, as though some time has passed; it is different still than other writing in the journal as if done with intense focus]
My mind is in a few places right now. I am in a strange place, it feels.
Kayne… he is really wonderful. His patience and his kindness is amazing.
First, everyone looked wonderful in their nice clothing. Emeline looked beautiful in her dress. And even with Z’ylarix teasing her, she looked very happy to be with Jun. I am glad that she has found someone. Eme deserves it. Arik and Jun also looked very handsome in their attire. I did not get a chance to talk to Mafrea -- I saw him across the room, but I was not able to get a good look at him. I did not see Rosette at all. Balor was with a girl, talking at the bar - had he hosted this party as a show to her, I wonder?
Kayne also looked great. He had really dressed up nice. It seemed so out of place for him, to be in a stuffy button up. He looked really nice though. And he bought me a gift. It took Arik pushing the two of us into a corner before he was able to present it to me. It is wonderful. I have a collection of plush that have been gifted to me by others, that I keep on my bunk, and he added to it. There were so many! A moogle, a tonberry, a chocobo to name some -- and the quality on them was astounding! It makes me laugh, thinking of Kayne going to the marketplace and picking through the pile of plush. I am sure to an outsider he does not seem like the type to do such a thing, imagining him holding all of the dolls in his arm and talking to the vendor… it must have been a charming sight. It was really thoughtful…
The party came to an abrupt end at that time. The alarms on the ship went off. Something was going on deeper in the ship, at the brig. Arik took a crew with him, while Niah, Kayne, Eme and I stood guard in the front of the ship. We eventually took off…
I am not sure what happened. When those alarms blared, even though I did not fight, I found myself going to that place in my head. Everything tunnel visioned. Everything sounded muffled. But I had nothing to target. I was just trapped trying to find something to latch on to, to focus on. I was no longer okay enough… even though I wanted to ask what was going on, what happened, why was Emeline so closed off, why did Mafrea look extra gaunt, where was Rosette, why was this happening…
I am writing this down as we head to Gridania. I can still hear the alarms going off in my head. My hands are clammy and everything is still muffled. I am focusing on the gift Kayne gave me… it is the only thing that is calming me down.
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Mentions: @healeremeline @oroete @kayneblackfire @rosettevaleria @junakagane @zylarixcolfire @balordullahan ​
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lavenderlarksong · 5 years
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A moogle would seek out Lin and upon finding her, the poor little guy would be out of breath. In his small and stubby hands, he'd have a red heart-shaped balloon, a box of chocolate in the other hand and a small stuff kitten under his arm. "Special delivery! Kupo!" The little guy chimed and handed her over a red envelope. "Lin, I don't really like pets but I thought this one would be perfect for you. You can curl up to it at night. I won't mind. Happy Valentoine's Day, partner."
Taking the items from the moogle, the huntress smiles at the items, going over them slowly. She ties the balloon to her bow for now, running her fingers over the box of chocolates, and eyeing the kitten plushie and letter. Taking her gifts, she scales a nearby tree, wanting to have some time to go over everything she had received. Overhead, there’s the call of a falcon, and she had an inkling who these presents had been from.
She slips the box of chocolate into her travelling bag. She would have to eat them sooner or later, lest they melt, but she wanted to save them for now. All that was left then was the stuffed kitten, running her hand over the soft fabric that had been used to craft the toy. It was small in size, but still good enough to hug, and she holds it close as she opens the letter, reading over the print that is obviously Jurien’s. She smiles, eyes tearing up, and she presses her face into the plush belly of the toy kitten, sniffling.
It had been years since she had gotten a gift like this, and on Valentione’s Day too, it meant so much to her. She would keep the toy safe, treasure it for a long time. She had been happy to receive the call from Jurien when he had gotten her own gift, but to get a gift in return from the man… It hurt, in the best way.
“Thank you,” she murmurs softly.
( thank you @jurien-ashur !)
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healeremeline · 5 years
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Happy Valentoine’s day to my RP Partner @junakagane We’ve had an amazing start to our adventures together! Excited to see where we go!
Jun is new to tumblr! Follow him, please! He is an amazing writer and such a great person!
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