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ascalonsmercy · 2 months

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my haldrath & melusine commission from @/Ya__n1n from crepe . i'm still overwhelmed with this + accepting a new j ob today i need time to recover i

#two spears against the wall.#prince haldrath #melusine of the sunlit song #euphemie de dansereau.#scREAMING!!!!!#THE ASCALON TOOOO SDFJ:LKK

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vasiliquemort · 1 year

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Of Orchid and Camellia

A second, haunting sight, of lovely, of glorious one's is for most beautifull and striking-toned domes of @ascalonsmercy!<зз

#fan art #digital art #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ff14 #dark fantasy #gothic #original character #other's oc #portrait #euphemie de dansereau #prince haldrath

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winterwedded · 10 months

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my commission of haldrath & euphemie from @emahriel is here!!! thank you so much for getting their designs / expressions down to a T AND for the vignette of ishgard down under QQ it's everything i ever dreamed of & i knew they would look absolutely beautiful in your style!!

#x: two spears against the wall.#oc: euphemie de dansereau #euphemie de dansereau #prince haldrath #ffxiv oc #printing n framing this soon asdfasdf WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH #guess the pose ref (fOR THOSE WHO DONT ALREADY KNOW)

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frostsong · 2 years

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9—01: CROSS.

noun: a mark, object, or figure formed by two short intersecting lines or pieces.

rating: t

characters: prince haldrath, original characters, euphemie de dansereau

tags: haldrath/euphemie, reincarnation au, dragoons

summary: one morning in her bed.

wordcount: 811

“you said it was from your grandmother?”

“mhm. heirloom. it’s outlived so many of us—like a good luck charm of sorts.” she grinned, wielding the rosary higher above their heads. the midday winter sun was caught in the intricacy of the mythril and silver chain, an image of halone at the center of the cross. truly, the shine reminded him of her eyes.

“...though whether or not it truly works is another thing entirely.” she lowered the chain onto his open palm with a subtle clink.

“it fits you.” his eyes were still half-lidded—sleepy like the smile he gave her, as his fingers closed around the cross-pendant.

“of course it does! i wouldn’t wear it everyday if it didn’t.” a confident sway of her head, and the curtain of ash-blonde that fanned with it. even unbrushed with her religious routine of one-hundred strokes, it was lovely—as was the whole of her, unkempt and newly-risen, still untouched by what grime and gore the fury would ask of them again—as was the nature of their damnable profession.

“few things don’t.”

“you flatter me.”

“you know i don’t mean to.” if anything, she would always count on him for his honesty.

“but you are a suitor. and a suitor is wont to wile with words so sweet and shallow.” the thread of her words became like the prose of scripture once more—the very scripture she detested. but euphemie was more fond of irony—and so she took the style for her own devices.

“you must forgive me.” from the side of the pillow where he lay, head turned to face her, he smiled wryly.

“i’ve never…pursued anyone in the past.”

“one could hardly tell.” she leaned in close, elbows propped atop the mattress and chin cradled in her palms.

“there’s usually a lot more deception involved, but you? hardly.” their noses were close to touching.

“it is our wont as dragoons to encounter peril every way we look. as if i’d allow myself to cause you more harm…” the cadence of his words fell to a comfortable mumble as he brushed a wayward strand of hair from her eyes.

“…it’s almost as if chivalry found itself a vessel.” she sighed dramatically.

“thank the fury i know it not to be wholly true—or i would’ve thought you insufferable. you know how insufferable i can be—at least, that’s what the others say.” she rolled her eyes and shrugged as he chuckled, and moved to sit up on his side of the bed, careful to place his pillow closer to the headboard. unlike her, he was used to making his own bed in the morning.

as she rose to part the bed-curtain in full, she became aglow in the morning sun: illuminated, as if in the image of the fury herself. but in place of stone was tangible flesh, moon-white scars that shone almost pearlescent when wet—the way her knee fell atop the mattress as she reached for the drawer of her nightstand, one hand in her hair as she sought what must have been her hairbrush—

“...shouldn’t you be heading off somewhere, captain?” he was at a loss for words when their eyes met, and he could only manage a nervous cough as her dimples rounded with an ever-growing smile. angelic was her countenance, and the descriptor only rang truer in light of all it had persisted through—all it had endured. haldrath had seen many a fair face in their city—but euphemie stood apart from them all, for what she believed in and how she went about it—

being so partial must have come from being in love, he thought.

“...you almost forgot.” the sharp cold pressed to his palm was his salvation, offering the rosary with its chain neatly coiled in his grasp.

the lieutenant blinked, and the spread of her lips ceased—bending ever so slightly at the waist towards where he stood on the opposite side of the bed. But instead of simply taking it, her head lowered, too—she wanted him to do the honors, returning it to where it lay close to proximity to her heart for the better part of the day.

(he never thought he’d find himself envying halone, and yet.)

with her so close, he took his chance to steal a kiss, the chain light on his fingertips as he delayed letting it—and her—leave his grasp. the want was mutual, as her mouth sought his in bittersweet warmth, though at the first temptation to send them back to bed he broke the kiss with a sigh, her fingers threading through his undone hair, the cross-pendant pressed tight between the rise and fall of their chests.

“...’ve a good day.” she managed to whisper, though her eyes betrayed the nature of her words.

“and you.” one last kiss to her forehead—rushed, for he feared keeping them from everyone and everything longer still.

#ffxivwrite2022 #eggpens #prince haldrath #euphemie de dansereau

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ascalonsmercy · 11 months

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night shift

#of the broken maw.#snowshutter.#euphemie de dansereau.#ffxiv oc #gposers

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ascalonsmercy · 1 month

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the little one couldn't sleep last night, knowing their patrol would end in a bell or two

#two spears against the wall.#euphemie de dansereau #prince haldrath #chanduciel de dansereau #baby boy ! baby !

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vasiliquemort · 1 year

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Of Heather and Gentian

Amidst the shapes of frost and chivalry's galore, there is adore and love, a thousand thank-you's, for glorious, most gentlest, beautifully mistfull tone and shade of @ascalonsmercy!<зз

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ascalonsmercy · 9 months

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my bones will bleach / my flesh will flee so help my lifeless frame / to breathe

#snowshutter.#two spears against the wall.#euphemie de dansereau #prince haldrath #ffxiv screenshots #haldphie #IM SO HAPPY WITH THIS ONE i love playing with the sun glare and the angle!!!#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #congrats to haldrath for the more lore........im a happy egg

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ascalonsmercy · 9 months

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this beautiful euphemie by ika !!! ty for being such a good communicator & hearing me out with the creative walkthrough we traversed for this piece, it turned out magnificent!!

euph is usually in such a winter palette so i was so happy with how this golden/summer style came out as it reminded me of the lighting in the vault QQ

easter eggs for you:

the red mantle is not only the same red as of that on king thordan's cloak, but is also the background of house dzemael's (read: grinnaux's) emblem, & euphemie is resting her forearm atop yes, haldrath's coffin. in other words, euphemie is simultaneously cloaked & supported by the grief she carries & the loves she lost.

#of the broken maw.#euphemie de dansereau #ffxiv oc #elezen #thank you so much ika!!!! it was a pleasure to work with u QQ

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ascalonsmercy · 11 months

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