HC: The First Moment NPC Fell in Love with WoL
Taking a quick break from the story to share some headcanons.
The first time NPC realizes that they're in love with the WoL, featuring the elf husbands.
That is a difficult question. The exact moment? I’ve never been wont to trust someone known for their skills in persuasion, but their power over the hearts and minds of others is undeniable. The Warrior of Light convinced me of much through the strength of their efforts. So many things I had believed to be impossible, they need not honeyed words to make me believe. They show me.
The laws of Ishgard were vast and immutable, etched in stone for many ages. To think that we might become a republic, that anyone might have the political power of a lord! I had never given myself the freedom to imagine it until this fearless adventurer strode into the Holy See, smashing centuries of rules and procedure. They never feared impropriety, always placing their conviction before the trifles of high society.
My feelings grew when they flung themselves into danger after I had been taken to the Vault, that they would follow my father to Azys Lla and do what I could not. I should have been the one to put him down, I should have been the one to bring Estinien home. Yet, they looked on me with compassion, with true friendship rather than pity or disappointment.
I apologize, I could speak for many ages on this. The exact moment that I knew I loved them was at the Grand Melee. For all of the infatuation I had held, that sealed it. I admit, I felt a rush of pride seeing them victorious in Ishgard's colors, in my colors. Every day after, I knew I loved the Warrior of Light. If only dinner had been longer, but perhaps next time.
They were lovely from the first! Don't laugh, but I do believe in love at first sight. Really. I loved that they didn't know who I was, where I had come from, what people thought of my family. They needed my aid, and I could be their hero. To someone so strong, I could be their hero. That I might be the person to comfort the Savior of Eorzea, the primal slayer, the Warrior of Light! Imagine that.
Every day has been an exercise in showing my affection, though for as forward as I had been, I don't think they've picked up on my intentions. I have sent word to them at House Fortemps to visit for another hot chocolate date, but they are quite busy. I trust we'll make the time before this dreaded war ends. I fear that they might leave Ishgard for some time after that, but maybe...oh. Coerthas isn't so out of the way. I hope they come to see me from time to time.
You fail to receive an answer. Estinien has scowled in your face for at least 30 seconds, but it has felt like an eternity.
"Thavnair. After the aetheryte sickness. I heard them call my name from behind me as I expertly haggled with the vendor for the cure to the Warrior of Light's ill. It was sweet, soft. I had never heard them speak that way. The way they gazed at me, desperate for me to notice. It was quite sweet."
Estinien has been apprised by another person in the room that the Warrior of Light had simply been attempting to stop him from overpaying for a drink. He looks absolutely crushed and has put on his helmet. He has no further comment-oh. He has returned.
"They were quite pleasant after Arenvald's accident. Compassionate but pragmatic, quick to shut down Fordola's commentary while giving her the same kind honesty. No matter the situation, their words are true without a hint of cruelty. I felt..." Estinien sucks in his breath sharply, "I admit, I am a bit softer now since meeting them. There is a way to be loving and honest. They're truly an equal on the battlefield, a beast of a dragoon, but so soft otherwise."
Estinien has cleared his throat and will not elaborate further.
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