#svanielle

Dear Svanielle,

        I must confess I do not know you nearly as well as some of mine brothers of the Ward do.  However from what I have learned in passing leads me to write you this.  Should this missive find you then I regret to inform you I am now in Halone’s halls should the Fury have me. I have lived my life, served my Goddess and protected His Eminence with all that I am.  I find however that I would ask a task of you.  One I would hope you shall find benefit from as well.  Enclosed is a manuscript.  I am sure once you look at it you will recognize it.  I would request you read it.  I do not know if it will be your normal type of literary fare however there is advice I would have you glean from it.  After you have read it there is an address I would have you drop it off at.  It will be the final installment of my side career. 

I thank you in advance should you do this.  I can only hope that my letter finds you well.  I would only ask one final thing.  Please look after the others in my absence.  (A splotch of ink from the quill lingering too long mars the parchment before it continues)  Especially Haumeric.  You have forged a friendship with them, something that is not so easily accomplished.  And with Haumeric you have forged a friendship if not more.  I know full well of his vows and of duty.  Please be there for them as I cannot be.  Knights true and proud they may be, we all need someone at times.  In this they will not likely admit it but they will need someone. 

Respectfully yours,

Ser Vellguine de Bourbagne

(Beneath the letter is a bound stack of parchment.  The last of a series of romance novels written under a pen name that had taken Ishgard’s ladies by storm.  This one tells the story of an ill fated love, forbidden by duty, station and religion and the unique couple who strove to find a way despite the hardships facing them.  The manuscript ends with a happy ending.)

He looked at the small bag before opening it.  The letter attached held in the other hand as he popped a chocolate in his mouth quickly.  Lips quirked up to a smirk as he read the words she had penned.

“Heh...Why Flit I’m wounded you think of me in such a manner,” he chuckled before he set the note down, “I guess I’ll just have to show you my ego’s the same as ever.  Now where is Grinnaux.  We have to take dear Flit out for the holiday to say a proper thanks.”

A curious look covered his face at the small parcel on his desk, eyebrow raised as he moved over to pick it up.  The lavender and ribbon however told him much as did the note he found beneath it.  As he read a smile slipped on in place of the confusion and Hermenost gave a slight shake of his head.  That she had thought of him was flattering and had been kind enough to grace him with a gift of friendship.  Carefully he plucked one chocolate free and popped it into his mouth.  Chartreuse eyes shut as he savored the small treat and gave a quiet sound of appreciation.

Carefully he tied the small bag back up and sat it down as he mulled over how to repay the kindness.  There had been a few tomes she had discussed when last they spoke of literature and had been unable to otherwise obtain copies of. Perhaps one of those would be a suitable way to convey his appreciation of her friendship, strange though it was at times.  With a slight nod he made ready to go to the Jeweled Crozier and see about obtaining a copy and having it delivered to her at work that evening.

A rough edged parchment folded twice finds it’s way to the Forgotten Knight’s proprietor one night, from the hand of a weary priest garbed in the Vault’s standard robes.  The outside has a roughly scrawled name. ‘Flit’ 

Flit,

Don’t scowl, it’s not becoming and I imagine that only makes you scowl more.  If you’re receiving this I’m sorry I won’t be round for my usual drinks with Grinn.  Duty calls and all that.  Word around the Vault is we’ll be setting off for some mission with the big guy himself soon.  Don’t think they’ll let me duck out of this one like the morning meetings sometimes.  When we get back though you can bet Grinn and I will come pester our favorite bird at the Knight.  Someone’s got to keep the creeps from giving you a hard time.

There was a blotch of ink, as if the quill lingered too long before the words continued.

Ah shite, Vellguine’s here so I gotta wrap this up.  Some meeting with the big guy of some importance.  Keep your head up, always watch the shadows and trust your instincts.  I’ll see you when I get back.

Paulecrain

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[X] Kiss you back. “So bold Flit.  I like it.  Don’t mind me if I give as well as receive.”

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[X] Sure. “A night out?  I knew you couldn’t resist Flit. -smirks-”

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[X] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[X] No.  “Now now, much as my roguish charms may have won you over it’s a bit soon for that.”

Should you reblog this?:

[X] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

“Unique, Observant, Refreshing.”

There was no hesitation as he offered the three words and gave a solemn nod, “I would gladly offer more as three seems hardly enough but from my observations of her these are the ones that jump first to my mind.”

He looked at her a frown crossing his face at her words.  He knew little about her and her struggles yet he could tell she hardly fit in with the typical Ishgardian society.  Though that was not something he himself would ever complain of.  Hermenost found her refreshingly different and looked forward to the ability to speak with her further someday on literature and the like.  Gently he reached a hand out to place the armor covered appendage on her shoulder.

“I know not the struggles you face,” he offered quietly, “However should you need an ear other than that of our beloved Goddess I would offer you mine.  You seem a bright and unique woman and it is a refreshing thing.”

He offered a small smile, hoping that she would heed his words.