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Hien and Gisele’s reunion, during the post-SB patch Doma storyline. It’s the heart to heart they never got the chance to have after the Battle of Ala Mhigo, swept up in Alliance politics and war stuff as everyone was.

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Hien’s eyes grew wide, as warm and inviting as ever they had been, as he took her hand into his own.

“Did you truly think I could forget you?” he asked, stroking her skin with an idle, calloused thumb.

Gisele sighed. “Nay—yes. I don’t know. Mayhap I believed that what beauty we shared on the Steppe was fleeting, little more than a pleasant memory to be cherished...an ephemeral moment that would never return. You’ve a kingdom to rebuild. I have my own duties, to the Scions, to Eorzea.”

“We may no longer be upon the Steppe,” Hien began, his voice low and achingly soft, “but nothing has changed since then, my lady. Not for me...not ever.”

His lips found hers, tender and full of the same passionate yearning she remembered what seemed another life ago, beneath a blanket of brilliant stars.

“Hien...” Gisele whispered breathlessly.

I love them dearly, and I cannot fairly say which of the two I love more. Tis rather like choosing between my favorite gowns! But I have been through the hells and back with Alphinaud, in a way that I have not with Alisaie, though she is just as dear to me, and she is like my sister all the same.

Truthfully, when I speak of the Scions as my family, tis the Leveilleur twins that are foremost in my mind. I have said many times that I had no siblings of which to speak. Never had I younger children to cling to mine skirts, or to tease me. Serena Tabris, of course, but I never saw her again when the Templars came for me. And oft I was too ill, in those tender years, to play with the other children. I was desperately lonely, in truth.

I suppose part of me envies the twins for their privileged lives in Sharlayan, with a loving family, wealth and titles, a community of scholars that celebrated them as prodigies and permitted their gifts to flourish. I cannot deny it, when they speak of the old country with Shtola, Krile, and Urianger, the bitterness I feel betimes. And I feel a great deal of shame in it; they were not to blame for the degradations I knew in Ferelden.

But I love them well, and always have—even when Alphinaud was betimes insufferable I could not bear him malice, for I saw much of myself in him, when I was an adolescent. For all our respective upbringings could not have been more starkly contrasted, we share a deep and abiding love for the arcane arts, the desire to use them for the good of all, and bearing the weight of expectations in the manner only the truly gifted can know. I was but nineteen when I raised the army which ended the Fifth Blight, and gave my life for the homeland which despised me. Again and again, I was told that I was the greatest Circle Mage of my generation. I took pride in that, but feared it betimes—I could not falter, I must be perfect. The twins understand this well. Many times we speak of it, Alphinaud most of all.

But I would be remiss were I not to address the proverbial marid in the room. Tis awkward of a surety that they both are overfond of me, but they are both wise beyond their tender years, and bear me no malice. If they bicker over my attentions, tis much the way children bicker over a favorite doll. And I feel guilty, I do, that I have inadvertently caused either of them any suffering. But I am a woman grown, and know from this manner of suffering—I was madly in love with Mademoiselle Vivienne well, after all, and she rebuffed me in kind, for I was far too young to know what I asked of her, when I was an apprentice not reached the age of majority, and she was an Enchanter of Montsimmard five winters my senior. I hold fast to the knowledge that such pain is fleeting, mayhap even a part of growing up. Mayhap they understand this, for neither has ever made such confession to me, and bear it in silence.

I bought the villain collection ages ago when it first came out and I liked most of it. The jelly shadows were trash, the palette solid, but the highlighters were great (the Ursula one is my fave and I legit want to get a backup) and the lipsticks were decent. I got the princess palette and a couple of the lipsticks but rarely use those by comparison.

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious?

The biggest thing is Ysayle realizes, through Gisele, that there is more left for her to do, once the Dragonsong War is over, and the truth of the war’s origins are exposed. She realizes that although she is not as strong in the Blessing of Light, she wants to do more with it...in large part, to atone for the innocent blood on her hands during her time as Lady Iceheart. The Scions met and Gisele argued rather passionately that Ysayle should be extended an invitation to join their ranks. They all agreed, and Ysayle joined the order. Ysayle didn’t do it solely because she loved Gisele, though that obviously helped. And in doing so, she didn’t just gain a lover, but the companionship she had always longed for. The Scions start to become her family, and she gains a sense of peace she never had. There’s something profoundly poetic too about a woman who once harried supply caravans meant for Revenant’s Toll, and was so ruthless in her goals that she listened to Ascians and became a Primal, now standing as a Scion in opposition to the Ascians and committing herself to ending the threat of Primals.

13. When do they realise they should get together?

As per usual it took someone nearly dying and a dramatic rescue. Ysayle took on Shiva’s form one last time to destroy the Garlean dreadnought that stood between the Scions and the floating continent of Azys Lla. She fully intended on dying there, as an act of sacrifice driven by love, to grant Gisele the opening she needed to finish what she started so long ago, when she first had that Echo vision in the snow: bring down the corrupt Holy See and end the war. So Ysayle brought the ship down, but nearly lost her life in the process. As she fell, Gisele assumed the Dreadwyrm Trance to save her, but her own power was not enough and she called out to Hydaelyn, despite her Blessing mostly being sealed away. Minfilia heard Gisele’s desperate cries and lent her aether, out of love (it was a sneaky loophole, because Midgarsormr’s deal with Hydaelyn didn’t extend to Minfilia). So Ysayle was saved but much like Haurchefant at the Vault, it was very touch and go and she was holding on by a thread.

Abdksnslmdlsksnsxdldm, but lmaoooo. New ocs are always a lot of fun but…so is revamping old ocs and turning them into something better!

Reduce. Reuse. Recycle.