#marcelloix guerin

[shieldbcund]

𝘓𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥

ft @syerraffxiv ‘s Marcelloix ♥

#into the fray | ic #gridanian native | aesthetics #shrouded in armor | visage #across sands and snow | Marcelloix #Marcelloix Guerin #syerraffxiv #gposers #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv elezen

[syerraffxiv]

Dancing the evening away at the Dragonsong Armistice Day Ball.

ft. @shieldbcund‘s Elouan!

#ffxiv #screenshots #elouan sauveterre #dragonsong armistice day #these good boys #i love them #custom pose by elouan #marcelloix guerin #» Lᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴇᴛʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʀᴀɪɴ // marcy and elou « #sun and shadow

[syerraffxiv]

Cuddling by the fire after a long day...

ft. @shieldbcund ♥

#ffxiv #screenshots #marcelloix guerin #elouan sauveterre #» lᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴇᴛʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʀᴀɪɴ // marcy and elou « #sun and shadow #custom poses #reshade

[syerraffxiv]

You either die a hero,       Or live long enough to see yourself            Become a Villain.

#ffxiv #screenshots #» Sᴛᴀʀs ʜɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪʀᴇs; Lᴇᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇs // marcy « #marcelloix guerin

[syerraffxiv]

An afternoon picnic while working at the apiary.

ft. @shieldbcund ♥

#ffxiv #screenshots #» lᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴇᴛʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʀᴀɪɴ // marcy and elou « #sun and shadow #marcelloix guerin #elouan sauveterre

[syerraffxiv]

What is your favourite thing about your character(s)? Above all else, every time you come back to them, what is the thing about them that makes you love them?

Oh boy, let's go... -cracks knuckles-

Syerra is my namesake. There's a version of her in every game I play, because she herself is a version of me. In each iteration, she grows and develops in ways I never expect her to, good and bad, and that's always an experience for me. I love her perseverance - no matter what happens, she has never lost her gentle nature.

Ahri was born out of a need to step away from a darkness that had settled into my life and connect to people and situations that were better for me. She has helped me achieve that and so much more. I love writing her because she has a freedom of spirit and abundance of confidence, which I often lack. I love her sense of adventure - she follows wherever life takes her and makes the absolute best of it.

Vette is very different from my other characters and it's been really fun to write and develop her. She is angry, often unsociable, and carries a lot of trauma. But she's also endlessly loyal to those who she calls friend, and she can love more deeply than anyone might imagine. Writing her various interactions with people is always a fun time. I love her strength - she has been through terrible things, but still tries to be someone those she lost would be proud of. Also, she's a dragon, so...

MORE UNDER THE CUT

Jacke is a character that I have written in a few settings and it's always interesting to see how he'll develop. His carefree nature lends him well to any story and really allows him to adapt to what's around him. I love the way he loves life - he always finds a reason to laugh, to tease, to flirt, to live life to the fullest.

Naidvar moves through life like water, flowing around obstacles and carving a path for those who follow. Sometimes, her presence is a gentle as a trickling stream. Sometimes, she can be as fierce as roaring rapids. I love that she believes - in destiny, in herself, in her place in the world...

Adriaux is a new character for me. He's sort of a mashup between a few old characters, with a new spin. He's my first real attempt at playing a guy who's at the top and actually happy to be there. But of course, he's got a dark secret... We couldn't let him be just 100% perfect, right? I love his convictions - this is a man who would put everything on the line to protect the ones he loves.

Marcy is often a punchline when I talk about him, but the truth is that he has a great deal of depth as a character. He's been through the wringer and still manages to smile. I love his lighthearted nature - even when things are at their worst, he keeps a level head and tries to bring some light to the situation.

Thank you for the question, @gatheredfates!

#ffxiv #ask reply #character development #syerra faolchu #ahri kha #olivette simoneaux #jacke carrington #naidvar ejinn #adriaux jordesaint #marcelloix guerin #whew #this was a long one

[shieldbcund]

"I don't think I've healed that much."

"The memories keep coming back, right when I think things are going to be okay." He looks at his hands, fingers touching skin, pulling at digits and knuckles and fingertips. Gentle pressure of life, of self. Elouan's gaze takes in his hands and how the freckles gently rest on his skin in the room's dim lighting. The fireplace crackles in the corner and his partner's soft, steady breaths drift from the bed's other side.

But those gentle breaths, ones he finds peace in, grow harsher. Louder. Heat spreads over his skin and the fire's crackles turn to sharp clings of steel. The carpet's scorching, threatening to burn his feet if they linger a second more. He sucks in a sharp breath, blinking a few times as an all-too-familiar sight graces him.

Elouan's hands are wet.

But it isn't his.

Warm, wet, smell of iron stains his arms and fingers. Elouan runs his nails along his inner palm and knuckles, much like one would with a flowing stream, as his heart thuds in his chest. The dissonance of flee versus freeze doesn't go unnoticed. He firmly swallows, looking over to the rest of the arena. Where is the source? What about his sword, his buckler?

Eyes don't find themselves on a freshly-dead body, nor a sea of roaring faces and the licking flames of wall sconces. He's met with the attic's wood walls, moonlit window, and a sleeping blond. The sands are gentle on his feet, welcoming his hot skin against the cool, soft ground.

"It doesn't get easier. It's been getting worse. But I'm not fighting, right? Does that mean it's done something?"

A pause, before he slowly shifts onto the bed. Elouan lays down, but he hesitates to near Marcel. He can't--not yet. The man swallows and tries to steady the heavy, fast thuds of his heart. Breaths are slowly drawn in, held, and let out to the same pace as that sleeping anchor in front of him. Sleep doesn't come easy, nor does it stay long.

He's afraid to close his eyes again.

"It's all gone. I'm not there anymore. This is--just memories catching up. Nothing else." A mantra repeated time and again in his mind, some flickering light in the deep, murky dark. A gust of wind threatens to extinguish his flame, but he slowly seeks out the source of warmth within reach.

Arms wrap around his partner's sides and he pulls himself close. Elouan presses his brow at the nape of his neck, seeking his shelter, his shadow, to hide in. His arms don't feel wet and sticky anymore. Blood doesn't spread over Marcel's side, nor does it stain the bed's white linens. All that remains on his arms are freckles, scars, and heat.

His own.

He takes a single, trembling breath in and squeezes Marcel's sides. They're solid against his arms, not disappearing or collapsing under his touch. He's real, he's here. They're here. Elou swallows once again and eyes study the curves of Marcel's back, finding anywhere but his mind to drift to. "It's probably because I'm safe. They get this bad when I'm safe. Marcel--he won't let anything happen to me. I won't let--I won't let anything happen to me." A skipped beat, then he tightens his hold and tears prick at his eyes.

"I won't let anything happen to me."

#into the fray | ic #gridanian native | aesthetics #campfire tall tales | headcanons #across sands and snow | marcelloix #marcelloix guerin #drabble #cw: blood

[syerraffxiv]

"All right, Dog, here's the deal: I didn't ask you to follow me home, so we have to work together on this. No peeing inside. No whining. Only five treats per day. We're protectors, so it's our job to look after everyone in the house, even Pomme. Got it?"

#ffxiv #screenshots #marcy has a new friend #his name is dog #marcelloix guerin #» Sᴛᴀʀs ʜɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪʀᴇs; Lᴇᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇs // marcy «

[syerraffxiv]

He's definitely not studying gardening...

#ffxiv #screenshots #» Sᴛᴀʀs ʜɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪʀᴇs; Lᴇᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇs // marcy « #marcelloix guerin #did i put marcy in glasses and then immediately realize how problematic it was? #nope not me #just making mistakes over here #handsome mistakes

[shieldbcund]

While no waltz, I think they'd have fun with this one ♥ Ft. @syerraffxiv 's Marcelloix!

#shedding armor | ooc #gridanian native | aesthetics #shrouded in armor | visage #marcelloix guerin #syerraffxiv

[shieldbcund]

[Waist][Nuzzle]

Simple Actions

[WAIST] - sender rests a hand against receiver's waist.

already answered here!

[NUZZLE] - sender nuzzles into receiver's neck.

Touch is instinctual to Elouan. Be it handholding, hugging, or butterfly kisses all over skin or hair or lips, connecting on a physical level is what he does best. And, what he thrives best from. The room's dim lighting soothes his sore muscles from their day of work, while Marcel's arms support him at the waist. He drapes his own like a warm, comforting shawl over his shoulders and sighs. A few kisses here, a few there, and lips roam on cheeks, jaws, and mouths alike.

Elouan tilts his head back as warm breaths grace his neck and a soft kiss marks one of his many scars. He twitches his ears, breath puffing out in a pleased sigh. They sway along to the sound of the crackling fireplace nearby and the idle whispers of the Coerthan wind beyond. Three more kisses trail down his neck until Elou feels him nuzzle into the crook. Elouan chuckles, leaning his head over to protect his partner from the world. "Ah, you best be careful, I'm a little ticklish...are you tired already, Marcy?"

@syerraffxiv ft. dear Marcelloix ♥

#into the fray | ic #moogle mog's sword is mine | memes answered #across sands and snow | marcelloix #marcelloix guerin #syerraffxiv #set2zero #/ty for the ask! ♥

[shieldbcund]

𝘓𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥

“Our armor can be very heavy,” Elouan says, looking over as snow sprinkles over the Coerthan stone. White meets grey meets black as snow covers stone and metal alike, wordlessly erasing more and more of the landscape. In the Ishgardian dawn, two figures stand at the snow’s silent shores. More flakes fall and scatter atop malms upon malms of snow, yet their contribution remains undetectable. Sollerets crunch then click, then click then crunch as they sink into snow or push against cobblestone. Despite the sun hiding behind the overcast sky, its warm light still casts on his shield.

Feathers dance against his armor and shards of light craft cerulean, turquoise cuts that claim metal and fabric alike. His sword feels like nothing, just his hand in a fist while his shield a buffer for the Coerthan wind on his shoulder. But, his armor? The bands of white and gold covering his past and present in layers of well-forged metals? They feel as if Eitherys herself rests between his shoulder blades. He wouldn’t trade it for anything else. 

“It has hopes, dreams, and lives on them, nay? Not just the people you protect, but your very own,” he adds on, nearing the figure in dark blue armor. Chainmail clinks together, a near-silent heartbeat of oaths and wars, that all but ceases when he stops a fulm from him. Marcelloix. Elouan brings his shield forward, presenting the paired doves on its front. They stare at Marcelloix with their observing gaze while his blade slips into its sheath. The dark knight’s sword is drawn, a vivid black shadow hovering over the snow. While he sees darkness, he sees light. While he sees his past, he sees his future.

Another step, another clink of chainmail, then the clang of metal echoes over the snowy landscape. Sparks bring a splash of color to the monochrome land and he sucks in a breath. The fulm of space separating them gives way to the interloping of greatsword to shield, its blade nestled between one of the shield’s many scalloped edges. Weapons meet, eyes meet, and in that moment Elouan’s shoulders are burdened with yet another weight: his fears. 

“But it doesn’t always have to be heavy. Or always worn wherever you are.” The greatsword groans as Elouan dislodges it from his shield with a swift roll of the arm. Marcel’s blade hovers in the air, gripped with white-knuckled strength. Yet underneath the leather gloves protecting those hands, the slightest quiver is undeniable. Elouan spares him a smile and takes a step closer. He rests a gauntlet-clad hand on the blade’s fierce tip, index and middle guiding it down. 

“We all need someone to protect us. To be there when we’re there for others. You can take your armor off with me, Marcel, aye? You don’t need to...to always be on guard when I can protect you, too.” 

The greatsword plummets into the snow with a muffled crunch. Its ornately-designed surface shines like the ice surrounding the Dreaming Dragon. Elou sidesteps the greatsword and wraps an arm around his waist. He lifts his shield up as Marcel’s head presses into his shoulder, sending puffs of hot air against both skin and armor alike. Snow gives way to flowers and overcast to sun. Warm rays thaw them of the finite, absolute nature of Coerthan overcast. “Lay down your blade and I will give you my shield. No matter where you are, my blade will always be yours. I can take the weight for you, Marcel. I have you here, and I’ll keep standing, no matter what.” 

And his shoulders grow heavier with burden, taking on the weight of his lover and his life. Each weight adds on, making it harder to breath and harder, still, to keep standing. He’s pledged himself to help in love and in kindness, in loyalty and justice. His shield is Marcel’s and his blade is, too. Whatever is to come, one thing is certain: he can always set his armor aside with Elouan, to be protected as the phenomenal man he is. 

#into the fray | ic #campfire tall tales | headcanons #across sands and snow | Marcelloix #Marcelloix Guerin #syerraffxiv #drabble

[shieldbcund]

[WAIST] - For the BOYS. ♥

Simple Actions--Accepting

[WAIST] - sender rests a hand against receiver's waist.

Moving is an adjustment in and of itself, but going from an apartment to a shared estate is a challenge. He's had to constantly de-tour from the Pillars time and again, retrain his steps to one of the many Empyreum estates instead. Thankfully, however, he no longer lives alone.

Elouan hums a note to himself as the early morning light seeps through the kitchen's windows. The smell of cooking eggs dances in the air and distracts him from the hand resting against his waist. Elou jumps up at first, head whipping to the side to see--

"Marcel," he announces in a fit of laughter, immediately peppering his cheek in kisses. "You scared me! Is it too soon for breakfast? Or, or too late...?"

@syerraffxiv

#into the fray | ic #moogle mog's sword is mine | memes answered #across sands and snow | marcelloix #marcelloix guerin #syerraffxiv #/for the boys ♥

[shieldbcund]

"We're here"

ft. @syerraffxiv 's Marcelloix ♥

#into the fray | ic #gridanian native | aesthetics #across sands and snow | Marcelloix #Marcelloix Guerin #syerraffxiv #♥♥♥ theeemmm

[syerraffxiv]

👗 i want to see the boys looking snazzy

Jacke "This Is As Fancy As It Fucking Gets" Carrington:

Adriaux "Fancy Is My Middle Name" Jordesaint:

Marcelloix "I Make This Look Good" Guerin:

Thanks for the ask, @gatheredfates! >FFXIV Screenshot Meme<

#ask reply #ffxiv #screenshots #jacke carrington #adriaux jordesaint #marcelloix guerin #YOU'RE WELCOME

[syerraffxiv]

[Prompt #3: Temper] | [Master List]

"Has anyone ever told you how absolutely stunning you are?"

Vette lowers her wine glass and stares across the table at her companion in disbelief. "What?"

Grinning at her reaction, Marcelloix sets his own mug down and leans forward a bit, resting his elbows on the tabletop. "I'm serious, Vette. You're gorgeous. How is it that the men in your life have let it go this long? What, have they simply forgotten to tell you?"

"Marcel, you are drunk," Vette sighs, pressing two fingers to her forehead and rubbing idly.

Holding up a finger, he objects, "Nonsense. I'm only on my third beer and it will take at least twice that to get me drunk. You are not escaping this question so easily."

Looking over at him, Vette shrugs lightly. "What do you want me to say? The men in my life do not see me in such a way. Besides, there are plenty of women in Ishgard, and men for that matter, who are far more beautiful than me."

"Oh yes, there are pretty faces aplenty in our fair city. We are a beautiful people, on the outside. But on the inside, we are too often little more than a writhing mass of vicious snakes, ready to strike."

Vette gives a sharp laugh. "And you think I am different? You have seen what happens when I get angry..."

"But that's the thing, isn't it? You don't get angry like that as much anymore. Not like during the war. You've... taken control of that anger, that darkness, and forged it into something new. You've tempered it. And now the other parts of you shine..."

Bringing her wine glass to her lips, Vette drains its contents as she tries to hide the color that rises to her cheeks.

But Marcelloix sees it. He was waiting for it. "Aha! See! She does feel it!" he laughs, gesturing towards her in wonder. "If I wasn't completely certain that you would set me on fire for the attempt, I would come around this table and kiss you."

For a moment, Vette just stares at him, incredulous. "You would not..."

"Give me a few more drinks and let's find out."

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #my writing #olivette simoneaux #marcelloix guerin #just marcy being a shit as usual #but in a nice way