#ishguardienne

she fucks his grandpa. close enough.

ah, there it was. the sickening smell of divinity. he braces himself for an oncoming assault from his beloathed, his beloved. nobody else could be at the edge of her blade, drawing blood as if it were natural. he inches closer to her, dauntingly with his large frame. he peers down at her, blade resting mere inches away from his throat. he curls his claws, tenderly so, to grasp her chin. he delicately ( ...if it were even possible for the tyrant, ) tilts her chin up, glaring blue peering into pools of honey.

a smile reveals less-than-human fangs, ready to devour the prey before him. oh, how he delights in the hunt! soon, his tender touch turns into something much more animalistic—————— something much more carnal than desire. he dips his head low, dangerously close to the eikon slayer's own mien. he aches to savor what belongs to him, & him alone.

                                                                  , @ishguardienne​ 

                              ❛  yet the weight sits heavy on your shoulders still .  ❜

IT WEIGHS HEAVY against everyone’s shoulders , as a collective , yet estinien cannot imagine the burden born by iphenne , the warrior of light , the purveyor of heroism . he sits next to her as the twilit sky dims darker by the minute . the moon is showing through the pink whilst the sun sets in the east . he sighs quietly . 

                                         ❛  sit , iphenne . whilst you may .  ❜

things have changed from the way they used to be . estinien has changed from who he used to be , rather , & he cannot bear to watch the guilt eat at iphenne like it does . she justifies everyone’s acts , yet he wonders if she can at all justify her own -- he knows that at times he cannot . the trait is simply human .

                                        ❛  if you must speak , then speak .  ❜

let me tell you who you should write in xiv → @ishguardienne

you're a tough one not because i don't know who would be your type, but because you've already added the ones i said were your type before you even got into xiv (which is vindicating on its own, i love being right). literally the two i was most vocal on were ryne and ysayle and LOOK AT YOU NOW. anyway—

you don't usually dabble in villains unless you're trying to kiss them, but i know we've definitely talked about yotsuyu goe brutus a little bit before and i know you toyed with the idea of writing her at one point (which is hilarious because of how much you hated her at first), so i'm bringing her back.

i won't so so far as to say she's one-to-one black lady-coded, but there are similarities in how they portray themselves. i also think there's a lot of nuance to her character that a lot of people either interpret with a lot of bad faith or outright ignore, which... i think is something else she has in common with black lady. ie. off the top of my head: we know that bl's romantic affection for mamo was a perversion of chibs' platonic/familial affection for him, but a lot of people won't think about it that deep. yotsuyu gets a similar rap despite the brutality of the life she led before we meet her. it doesn't change the fact that she's a villain, but she's given far less leniency and empathy than certain male villains who have done far worse. that's a conversation for another time. 💅 i won't say she deserved redemption, but i do believe she deserved better than the end she was given.

MY POINT IS i feel like you'd do a fantastic job of deconstructing her with the same care that you have with black lady, and treat her history with the same sensitivity that you do with cor's.

you definitely haven't gone through dawntrail yet, so i don't really want to say too much about the enigmatic maiden outright, but...

𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒 and that's where the male can be spotted searching the beach over from his spot against heated sands. " You should go about your time out there, have you ever the chance to enjoy such warm waters? " It's rare they find the time to relax and a day at the beach seemed like the perfect solution to their temporary problem of how to pass time.

" I happen to remain most content with the heat against my skin. " He lounges back against the beach chair, his eyes slide shut long enough for him to embrace the way the sun warms his face. That is until something sparks intrigue. " And what happens if I manage to out swim you in a race? " He sits back up to look her over, absolutely admiring the way her swimsuit shapes her body.

He could be a man who's persuaded after all.

Whenever Haurchefant sneaked out of the Fortemps manor at night guilt would settle down heavily inside his chest. He was not too worried about getting in trouble, he was only his father’s illegitimate son, therefore a stain on the Fortemps’ name, or that was at least what his stepmother usually called him. The young Elezen often thought that maybe his father and brothers would be better off without him, maybe he should just grab his things and leave. There was no one that would miss him anyways, was there?

Haurchefant shook his head, trying to banish those unwelcome thoughts from his mind. No, even if he was not wanted, he could still make himself useful, he could still help raising Emmanellain and make sure he would turn into a fine man. He could still run errands for Artoirel. He would do anything to earn their respect and affection. It was a childish dream and he knew he would most likely only able to fulfill it if he managed to become a member of the Temple Knights. But that dream was so far away, one could even say it was untouchable for the bastard son of a noble man.

But it was also the reason he made his way through Ishgard this night, his firm steps echoing on the snow-covered pavement. None of the guards paid attention to him, too focused on keeping themselves warm by walking back and forth. He was about to meet up with Iphenne, the daughter of a war veteran, and her dream of becoming a knight was pretty much as unattainable as his, which was the exact reason they would meet up at night whenever they could to train together. Haurchefant kept his head down as he approached Skysteel Manufactory, using the backdoor to enter the building.

Haurchefant would forever be grateful for Stephanivien granting him and Iphenne permission to train down in the cellar of the manufactory, because he as well knew what it was like to follow a dream everyone else would just laugh about, what with him working on guns and drones while his father basically begged him to pick up a sword and become a knight.

If only it were so easy for Iphenne and Haurchefant. Lighting a candle the young Elezen made his way down the stairs, being careful where to step as Stephanivien was prone to letting his stuff lay around. Descending the final step Haurchefant noticed the wooden practice swords resting against the wall already, but his companion was nowhere to be seen, so he quietly called out into the darkness: